<?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-3372878739744045520</id><updated>2012-01-24T20:30:32.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>在 他 和 她 的 对角线</title><subtitle type='html'>Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-3267190749947068574</id><published>2010-10-09T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:35:50.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My big day!</title><content type='html'>To dearest dad, mum, and bros,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting baptized tomorrow.! Trying to call you on skype and via calling card but failed.. Just wanna tell you again about tomorrow and thank you for the wishes &amp;amp; blessings =) Will show you video and photos about my water baptism k.! Good night and call you all tomorrow night =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Yu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-3267190749947068574?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3267190749947068574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=3267190749947068574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3267190749947068574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3267190749947068574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-big-day.html' title='My big day!'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-7134570292260908419</id><published>2010-09-10T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T23:05:28.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>大树</title><content type='html'>风暴来袭，大树倒了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果当初土壤勇敢地紧抓树根不放。。如果小溪拼命地滋养灌溉守护。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么受伤的小兔就会有牢固的避风港。。 难过的心也能躲过风雨的欺凌。。 在大树的护荫下渐渐痊愈。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后，快乐起来。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-7134570292260908419?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7134570292260908419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=7134570292260908419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/7134570292260908419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/7134570292260908419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='大树'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-5538444740234267347</id><published>2010-08-01T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:02:32.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>None can fathom.. Your Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TFVuDHPTtoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/IK92Bu2k1YM/s1600/20639_335159564808_536644808_4789337_1128358_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TFVuDHPTtoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/IK92Bu2k1YM/s400/20639_335159564808_536644808_4789337_1128358_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500423519664846466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Creation's revealing Your majesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring&lt;br /&gt;Every creature unique in the song that it sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go&lt;br /&gt;Or seen heavenly storehouses laden with snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who imagined the sun and gives source to its light&lt;br /&gt;Yet conceals it to bring us the coolness of night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indescribable, uncontainable,&lt;br /&gt;You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All powerful, untameable,&lt;br /&gt;Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-5538444740234267347?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5538444740234267347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=5538444740234267347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5538444740234267347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5538444740234267347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-highest-of-heights-to-depths-of.html' title='None can fathom.. Your Wisdom'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TFVuDHPTtoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/IK92Bu2k1YM/s72-c/20639_335159564808_536644808_4789337_1128358_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-8021528617554259415</id><published>2010-07-11T14:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:03:58.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day when we had sore shoulders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TDlgHXa_M_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/ZQSHfF7I8UM/s1600/34514_503400441361_204000032_66814_4994098_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492526900217590770" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TDlgHXa_M_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/ZQSHfF7I8UM/s400/34514_503400441361_204000032_66814_4994098_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Again, I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything you ask for, it will be done for you by my Father in heaven. For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them." -Matthew 18:20-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-8021528617554259415?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8021528617554259415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=8021528617554259415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8021528617554259415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8021528617554259415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-when-we-had-sore-shoulders.html' title='The day when we had sore shoulders'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TDlgHXa_M_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/ZQSHfF7I8UM/s72-c/34514_503400441361_204000032_66814_4994098_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-8791386021213252969</id><published>2010-06-06T14:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:08:12.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一夜长大</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAtCGm-kO2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/ZIJo5ZE_uOo/s1600/n608558347_746331_6782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAtCGm-kO2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/ZIJo5ZE_uOo/s400/n608558347_746331_6782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479546052935957346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age. -Matthew 28:19-20-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-8791386021213252969?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8791386021213252969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=8791386021213252969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8791386021213252969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8791386021213252969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_06.html' title='一夜长大'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAtCGm-kO2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/ZIJo5ZE_uOo/s72-c/n608558347_746331_6782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-5413152839552420789</id><published>2010-06-05T11:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:37:16.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>那一年</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;那一年，我们是不知天高地厚的大小孩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAnDvZ05MSI/AAAAAAAAAxE/eYXYkVbvxSE/s1600/P1020209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAnDvZ05MSI/AAAAAAAAAxE/eYXYkVbvxSE/s400/P1020209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479125640826925346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;尽情地玩乐，把地平线给震歪了。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAnDeR0ZuzI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ZgtDRoeDJto/s1600/P1020215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAnDeR0ZuzI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ZgtDRoeDJto/s400/P1020215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479125346619603762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;疯狂后累了，就排排坐养精蓄锐。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAnCzKRoTLI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ImnH-OmTHiE/s1600/IMGP0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAnCzKRoTLI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ImnH-OmTHiE/s400/IMGP0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479124605860334770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;然后，在辽阔的庄园中，干杯！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-5413152839552420789?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5413152839552420789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=5413152839552420789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5413152839552420789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5413152839552420789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_05.html' title='那一年'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAnDvZ05MSI/AAAAAAAAAxE/eYXYkVbvxSE/s72-c/P1020209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-3573666138642120524</id><published>2010-06-02T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:23:42.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>宝贝</title><content type='html'>Heard that you seem to know what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were looking around for her. And you made all your effort to hold your tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, you will not see her again, but she is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby do not cry, the rest of us will hold your hand on her behalf, we will be by your side and shield your way and make you love your tomorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNlbT_TP2mk&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/mNlbT_TP2mk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/3372878739744045520-3573666138642120524?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3573666138642120524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=3573666138642120524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3573666138642120524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3573666138642120524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='宝贝'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-1559536950652203591</id><published>2010-06-01T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T06:38:50.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He truly knows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the sixth hour darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour. And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Eloi, eloi, lama sabachthani?" - which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" -Mark 15:33-34-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Jesus, the Son of God, had experienced the helplessness of being abandoned. Yet, He remains faithful and sinless, because he does not change, everything else changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has peace, knowing that He understands how does it feel being abandoned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-1559536950652203591?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1559536950652203591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=1559536950652203591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1559536950652203591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1559536950652203591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-truly-knows.html' title='He truly knows.'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-3488991359586568300</id><published>2010-03-30T09:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:39:59.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KO</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of the abbreviation KO??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who loves full-contact combat sports, such as boxing, karate, mixed martial arts, and other sports involving striking, I bet you cannot wait to fill me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my field, KO = gene knockout!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a genetic technique we employ in the lab in which an organism is engineered to carry genes that have been made inoperative. The purpose of KO is to learn about a gene that has been sequenced, but which has an unknown or incompletely known function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our days, from time to time, we will feel like we have been -KO-. Sometimes by people around us, at times by obstacles lying ahead of us, but most of the times by our own selves. Eventually we will lose our faith in people, exhaust our courage and confidence at the feet of difficulties, last but not least we lose our smiles and strength to go on with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to immerse ourselves in sorrow and frustration and allow them to blind our eyes and our precious hearts, behave exactly like our genes are being KO and that's nothing else we can do about it. However, we always overlook the main purpose behind the fact we are KO.. It is meant to test the unknown function of ourselves, which in other words to polish and refine ourselves by stretching our ability and capacity in all areas all directions beyond the old selves we once thought we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not smart. I do not know why me, why the hard way. But I do know something. That I must learn to walk if I lost my wings and could not fly anymore, I must still love and give even though all my loved ones are not around, and most importanly I must keep smiling knowing that no one will ever make me smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most most importantly, I shall have peace knowing that I have Him, I can trust Him, and that I wanna do all I can to love Him and glorify Him in my every undertakings, for He is my light, my righteousness, and my source of strength. "I wanna thank you Jesus, I wanna thank you Jesus, my Lord, my Lord, my saviour..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zToHAvL_JHk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/zToHAvL_JHk&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-3488991359586568300?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3488991359586568300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=3488991359586568300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3488991359586568300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3488991359586568300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2010/03/ko.html' title='KO'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-339257996270066589</id><published>2010-02-21T18:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:02:13.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow away..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/S4EN5OsvlgI/AAAAAAAAAwM/8iGYTgIJTPc/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440645101689738754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/S4EN5OsvlgI/AAAAAAAAAwM/8iGYTgIJTPc/s400/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I was gonna miss the wind so much. Standing at the Te Apiti wind farm, being touched by the wind and surrounded by the cool air, I'm like a fish returning to the blue deep sea, and a bird going back to the arms of blue white sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/S4ENwiPaDPI/AAAAAAAAAwE/KbFmVUZgohw/s1600-h/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440644952316579058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/S4ENwiPaDPI/AAAAAAAAAwE/KbFmVUZgohw/s400/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing again!! Trying my very best to gasp in as much air as I could, to refresh every single cells of mine with strength and God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/S4ENrXvQneI/AAAAAAAAAv8/SNVBoFdrdzs/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440644863598042594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/S4ENrXvQneI/AAAAAAAAAv8/SNVBoFdrdzs/s400/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue to walk in Your way and shine for Your kingdom. I'll swim into a whole new world I've never experienced before and I'll fly with those wings You have given me higher and further to the place near You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise. I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-339257996270066589?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/339257996270066589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=339257996270066589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/339257996270066589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/339257996270066589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2010/02/blow-away.html' title='Blow away..'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/S4EN5OsvlgI/AAAAAAAAAwM/8iGYTgIJTPc/s72-c/DSC00852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-2803255987690145730</id><published>2009-11-30T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:10:17.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are busy family</title><content type='html'>Dad and mum as well as uncle and aunt will be arriving New Zealand, the Land of the Long White Cloud tomorrow. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the legendary, so-called the biggest project of the year that I've been telling people about, and it's gonna kick off in less than 14 hours. Yoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family trip has a duration of 17 days with two main objectives to be achieved: First is to attend my graduation and second is to tour around this beautiful country =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, bro has left Malaysia for his academic tour around the Jawa Island with his faculty. Wish him have great time there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, my youngest bro will be too busy having the entire house in his control while we are all away and continues dating his computer games or whatever. Bro tells me that he is super excited =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray to God to protect our family throughout the journey and to bless both of my dearest bros in their undertakings. May Your presence be with us that we shall find rest and peace in You. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-2803255987690145730?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2803255987690145730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=2803255987690145730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/2803255987690145730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/2803255987690145730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-busy-family.html' title='We are busy family'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-8871546437668958560</id><published>2009-11-26T17:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:00:10.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She has been sending people off and biding farewell to everyone. A few of them, whom to her doubt if they would ever meet again, gave her parting hugs and wished her the very best in her future journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is this friend that she knows she is gonna miss on and off in future. Sorry to tell that she does not know his full name and she does not know him long. To her, he is like a big tree despite his small size, with its long winding roots living in the soil of everyone's heart. She likes the spark in his eyes the moment he dragged a chair next to her and started telling her his story. She appreciates his sincerity the moment he quietly cleaned up all the mess everyone made in the kitchen and the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And all the delighted moments they share. She made a promise to herself looking at the airport shuttle tailing off her sight. She wanna be a tree too, a big tree that grows in her friends' heart, a reliable support now and always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-8871546437668958560?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8871546437668958560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=8871546437668958560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8871546437668958560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8871546437668958560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2009/11/tree.html' title='Tree'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-4867725632320544845</id><published>2009-10-02T11:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:55:59.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.N.A.</title><content type='html'>曾经耳闻一席话，其中一句深深烙印在我脑海里。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“时代的巨轮不停歇地滚动着，从早期帝国主义的烽火连天，经历经济主义的梦想起飞，到后期驻在文化主义的现代。。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对此，我点头如捣蒜般大力认同。没错，在现今全球化的地球村中，最具有威力的武器不再是刀枪弹炮金钱钞票， 而是文化思想创意点子！！我管他们叫作无形剩有形的一班家伙，只因他们的影响力深涉各个阶层角落，不费蛮横之力就得以操控脑电波及人心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;名牌。时尚。潮流。音乐。电影。电视。生物科技。奈米科技。有机主义。素食主义。等等等等等等。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“当，我和世界不一样，那就让我不一样，坚持对我来说就是以刚克刚；我，如果对自己妥协，如果对自己说谎，就算别人原谅我也不能原谅；对，爱我的人别紧张，我的固执很善良，我的手越肮脏眼神越是发光；你，不在乎我的过往，看到了我的翅膀，你说被火烧过才能出现凤凰。。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小时候很羡慕武侠世界当中重情重义以武会友的豪杰英雄，想不到长大后成了五迷一尝夙愿得以以摇滚诗词结缘四海之内的好友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这篇博文，献给与我狂飙咸鱼高喊阿姆斯壮不知温柔和知足为何物的你你你，还有过去四万四以及未来五万五震动地球从黄毛丫头蜕变成社会达人的你你你！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JkRKvbfuCXU&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/JkRKvbfuCXU&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/3372878739744045520-4867725632320544845?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4867725632320544845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=4867725632320544845&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4867725632320544845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4867725632320544845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2009/10/dna.html' title='D.N.A.'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-5401325796440316746</id><published>2009-09-21T06:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:26:36.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PlayGround</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a while since the Memora's box was last unlocked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought she had the lock sealed and the key hidden in the deepest layer of her memory grave. Apparently she was wrong. The haunting feelings, the difficulty to breathe and the sense of helplessness have numbed her thinkings. Her heart claimed victory over her brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The wind carried her back to the City of Wind. She saw a long dark shadow walking along the busy street and she could never forget those heavy steps. The shadow was the old her, two years ago when she was about to become homeless before she met her only angel, a Malay friend of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That day onwards, she never said no to bless others with her little room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The flat land reminded her the City of Christ. She saw a weary face wandering through the crowds in the busy shopping mall. The face was the old her, two years ago when she lost contact with her family back home and she was about to be tricked to get a new cell charger. This time her angel was a newly-made friend and he drove half an hour to get her a new but cheap cell charger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That day onwards, she would never hesitate to travel hours whenever her friend needs her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The bright sunlight whirled her back to the City of Cat. She saw a shivering body in a clinic being scolded by the doctor. The body was the old her, two years ago when she first went back home for summer holidays and got high fever due to the hot weather during her trip. The doctor could not believe the fact that she managed to get through the serious nausea for days before she was taken to him. She knew it well that it was simply because the last thing she wanted to do was to add more burden to her friends' parents as they even took leave to bring her travelling around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That day onwards, she knew that she has found the one thing she was hoping to get out of the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before the Memora's box was further disclosed, she saw a paradise and laughters were everywhere. She was surrounded by little angels around, and without her realize she was suddenly one of them. She had all the electrons released and without her realize again, the Memora's box was melted under the sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"It is time to move on." This was the last thing she remembered before she fell asleep in the bus on her way back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2wNfTSBWqJk&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/2wNfTSBWqJk&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/3372878739744045520-5401325796440316746?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5401325796440316746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=5401325796440316746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5401325796440316746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5401325796440316746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-has-been-while-since-memoras-box-was.html' title='PlayGround'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-124154157510011511</id><published>2009-09-06T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:17:30.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This World</title><content type='html'>I have no idea since when I don't know much about what's going on out there, in Wellington, in New Zealand, in Malaysia, in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling people that I enjoy my life here and that I live a fruitful life here, being busy with studies and friends, which I really do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, is that really the reason I am here being who I am doing what I am doing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since God steps into my life, I have peace to let Him to take over my everything and from time to time I look forward to my next assignment given by Him, at different stages of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment from now on, I pray that I won't be self-centered anymore but to learn to set my eyes upon bigger purpose with a wider perspective, to dare to dream bigger and move on to the next stage in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?? To see + hear + feel + touch the world with wisdom + knowledge + talents + ability to love that we are blessed with =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/apZPjf_v97Y&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/apZPjf_v97Y&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/3372878739744045520-124154157510011511?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/124154157510011511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=124154157510011511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/124154157510011511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/124154157510011511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-world.html' title='This World'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-4081049219530050362</id><published>2009-08-21T09:09:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:37:55.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TQ Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/So35oohfW6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/zo4tL4djq34/s1600-h/tortoise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372224406990838690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/So35oohfW6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/zo4tL4djq34/s200/tortoise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One year ago, a girl who used to describe herself as a tortoise hiding under its shell decided to step out of her comfort zone and take an adventurous journey in her pursuit of a deeper life. She wanted to trust herself and her everything into the hands of her Maker by serving Him and His people in student ministry despite of the uncertainties and many unknowns lying ahead. The year has not been easy and she knows it well that it is never meant to be easy, however, here she is after one year standing still at the feet of her heavenly Father with a contented smile on her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/So35vAf7UVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/91vUpq0i-4U/s1600-h/tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372224516505948498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/So35vAf7UVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/91vUpq0i-4U/s200/tunnel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One year later, the girl is amazed at how wonderful God is to her that she has been transformed into a better her with greater capacity to love. She realizes that her journey with God does not end here, instead of that she must seek God for her next assignment in order to step into the next level of her life, another adventurous journey yet is worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/So353a1PoEI/AAAAAAAAAus/G5diUnC3qsU/s1600-h/n608558347_818872_7831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372224661013635138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/So353a1PoEI/AAAAAAAAAus/G5diUnC3qsU/s320/n608558347_818872_7831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you MY's president for being such a great partner on committee, thank you MY's general executive for appreciating my insensitivity of telling truth, thank you MY's secretary for making me feel young, thank you MY's treasurer for trusting me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?! I now officially announce that IT'S TIME TO BLOG AGAIN ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-4081049219530050362?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4081049219530050362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=4081049219530050362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4081049219530050362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4081049219530050362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2009/08/tq-jesus.html' title='TQ Jesus'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/So35oohfW6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/zo4tL4djq34/s72-c/tortoise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-722082097125842821</id><published>2009-04-15T22:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:41:58.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aeroplane in the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/SeYAH5WmvkI/AAAAAAAAAt8/3L-pAIzYYlY/s1600-h/aeroplane%2520in%2520sunset%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/SeYAH5WmvkI/AAAAAAAAAt8/3L-pAIzYYlY/s320/aeroplane%2520in%2520sunset%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324943745066909250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went back to the place today. And she had a long walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by the beautiful creation, she found rest in the arms of the creator of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul which once was weary was refreshed and the heart which once was burdened was set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows that this is gonna be a long tough fight. But she has no fear despite all the uncertainties lying ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am your Creator. You were in my care even before you were born.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows that she can trust herself and her life and the people around her into the hands of the Creator, the one who made her and will take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You, Lord, give perfect peace to those who keep their purpose firm and put their trust in you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She now has courage and strength to search and carry out her purpose of life given by the Lord Almighty, whose love is enough, whose grace is enough, whose mercy is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She learns to set her both eyes upon the Heavenly Father, lay down herself to be used for a greater purpose. To treasure herself in the eyes of the Creator and to love others those lost and unsaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves life, for she loves God =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-722082097125842821?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/722082097125842821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=722082097125842821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/722082097125842821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/722082097125842821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2009/04/aeroplane-in-wind.html' title='aeroplane in the wind'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/SeYAH5WmvkI/AAAAAAAAAt8/3L-pAIzYYlY/s72-c/aeroplane%2520in%2520sunset%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-4183635736621755587</id><published>2008-07-20T19:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:35:06.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luckily..</title><content type='html'>I always claim myself to be cold-blooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pour out love and passion whole-heartedly. Only to the right one right thing right moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys tend to claim me being cold-blooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You witness my pain and struggles. And how I take action logically rationally immediately emotionlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn from pain. I stand up from failure. And now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got hopes in my hands. Luckily I have you my angel my family my friends =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-4183635736621755587?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4183635736621755587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=4183635736621755587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4183635736621755587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4183635736621755587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/07/luckily.html' title='Luckily..'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6976635617164596474</id><published>2008-05-06T17:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:46.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY day</title><content type='html'>That day is still fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked along there, the places I like the most;&lt;br /&gt;I breathed in cold air, it smelled freedom but responsibility;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I might be back standing at the brick I used to stand,&lt;br /&gt;I hope there would be bright sun ray shining at two long dark shadows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we shall put on smile on our faces, because of You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/SCAmYxdhO3I/AAAAAAAAAec/vtx6t4Cg7-c/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/SCAmYxdhO3I/AAAAAAAAAec/vtx6t4Cg7-c/s400/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197196177021418354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6976635617164596474?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6976635617164596474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6976635617164596474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6976635617164596474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6976635617164596474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-once-thought-that-i-lost-something.html' title='MY day'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/SCAmYxdhO3I/AAAAAAAAAec/vtx6t4Cg7-c/s72-c/DSC00020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-932959445915082056</id><published>2008-05-02T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:09:41.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我是大人了</title><content type='html'>每次都发现自己还没有准备好，就不知不觉醒在大人的世界里了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;孔子说，人之初，性本善；&lt;br /&gt;荀子则说，人性本恶，我认同后者。&lt;br /&gt;这是从小学就有的认知。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;活生生的例子就是我。&lt;br /&gt;小时候的我很坏，具体的情况不太记得了，但潜意识的感觉是如此的清晰。&lt;br /&gt;女生是赖以情绪生存的生物，谁说不是呢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽说不出个所以然来，我却记得那只厚实的手，和他所给予的转捩点。&lt;br /&gt;自此之后，我就一直一直地被眷顾被守护着，现在亦然。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是伟大的创物者的手，那时慈爱的天父的手，那是无形却实在的手。&lt;br /&gt;因此，我变成了我，小学中学学院大学，虽跌跌撞撞却越挫越勇的我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大人的世界很辛苦，我能当这么快乐的小孩，都是因为有那么辛苦的大人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再过四个小时，我就是大人了。（纽西兰现已午夜十二点，可老弟说我出生于大马，得以当地时间为准）&lt;br /&gt;也曾迷迷糊糊，也曾彷彷惶惶，也曾失措而逃。&lt;br /&gt;还会迷迷糊糊，偶尔彷徨失措，却早已走出漂泊枯木的人生，一步一脚印地向圣灵之光迈进。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感谢上帝的手，感谢他赋予我生命中美好的一切，感谢他爱我并祝福我所爱的家人朋友。&lt;br /&gt;我站得稳，我走得健，因生命的重量有你为我撑着，因我伫立在奇迹创造者的鞋子里头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我不小心长大了，我要当爸妈哪样辛苦的大人，让每个小孩，快乐得不想长大 ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-932959445915082056?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/932959445915082056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=932959445915082056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/932959445915082056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/932959445915082056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='我是大人了'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-8020152431656404190</id><published>2008-04-19T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:25:16.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.E.C.U.R.E.</title><content type='html'>I think I understand what girls want today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it when I am with dad.&lt;br /&gt;Because he tells me that he cares about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it when I am with mum.&lt;br /&gt;Because she shows her concerns to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it when I am with Xian.&lt;br /&gt;Because he is always there whenever I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it when I am with Jie.&lt;br /&gt;Because he does things for me without letting me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can only be felt when one choose to speak it out, loud and act it out, clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security is its name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in the afternoon, I was questioned what do girls want actually.&lt;br /&gt;Same day, in the evening, I realize the answer after talking to family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of complexity and complicatedness the answer is just simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling secure emotionally is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind is attacking the city out there. I am listening to gospel songs and appreciating God's presence in my room. Can't wait for church tomorrow indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to be in the house where the ultimate security origins from, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-8020152431656404190?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8020152431656404190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=8020152431656404190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8020152431656404190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8020152431656404190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/04/secure.html' title='S.E.C.U.R.E.'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-1899737715425325918</id><published>2008-04-14T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:12:52.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God</title><content type='html'>My mind was blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes were blinded by scorching white light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Became deaf as all sounds faded away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even have chance to open my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body was thrown forwards by the momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew I was held back by the seat belt back to seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the 0.0001 second I thought that I was gonna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then pain felt at the chest and back and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ok?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was frightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe stopped till I realized I was short of air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chest was hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those few minutes felt like ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last brain started working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a car crash involving three cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars got quite badly but no one got injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears began to form in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Lord.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you that everyone reached home safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the rains that filled the Marae water tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father, I am tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a shoulder to cry on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need arms to rest in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a good sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-1899737715425325918?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1899737715425325918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=1899737715425325918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1899737715425325918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1899737715425325918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-god.html' title='Thank God'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-1607310555148340621</id><published>2008-04-10T17:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:48.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Minyu ??</title><content type='html'>New blood in Malaysia politics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympic torch relay officially kicked off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle between Barack Obama and Hilary Clinton on fire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, in the wet windy Welly, setting eyes upon the world ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R_3j3-Lyv0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/eSuvWDUUk-0/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187552896525451074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R_3j3-Lyv0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/eSuvWDUUk-0/s400/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times could one get injuries in a period of time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a quota for that, I AM SURE that I had used up all my quota of the year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuts on forehead and fingers are healed. Bruises on knees are getting better. Blisters on feet are dried up. Panda eyes are yet to get rid of lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the picture above?? One side glass door in my campus was shattered into pieces by strong wind the other day. Guess what?? It happened right after I passed it by and stepped into the corridor. Hmmmm.. Now you know how windy Welly is.. And how accurate is my 'quota theory' =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R_3nueLyv1I/AAAAAAAAAds/ZLFJhpovh6A/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187557131363204946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R_3nueLyv1I/AAAAAAAAAds/ZLFJhpovh6A/s320/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!! How majestic was the bench!! And how terrified was I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BRAVE. I touched snake, tiger, scorpion, cockroach and all those insects that make girls scream hysterically. Oh I rode elephant too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GUTLESS. I dare not approach dogs, cats, chicken, birds, fish, rabbits and basically all those animals that other girls hug and sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the picture above, it was taken when I met duckies =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R_3o4-Lyv2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/2tG640CWS1I/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187558411263459170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R_3o4-Lyv2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/2tG640CWS1I/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. That's what we call 'life'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way you will know what comes next. Disaster?? Miracle?? Only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity slips off your fingers all the time. Why are you doing what you are doing?? Who are you living for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way you can hide from fear in life. Fear to step out. Fear to stay real. Fear to speak out. Fear to stand in boldness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is meant to be alone. That's why God created man and woman at the very first place. That's why we are called to live as a church. That's why we have family, another-half, friends, you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R_3wJeLyv4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/nRuarDNcAKk/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187566391312695170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R_3wJeLyv4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/nRuarDNcAKk/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thank you sweetie for kacau-ing me when you miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs for you dear always say yes when I suggest to yum cha, or when I crave for sushi and Seoul House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making appointment to talk online one week ahead as I demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggies for allowing me to rest in my 'tortoise shell' when I am tired and do not feel like talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for volunteering to feed my tummy too lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R_30eOLyv5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/uaOOjYgMino/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187571145841491858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R_30eOLyv5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/uaOOjYgMino/s320/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I promised, like one month ago, hehe, here it is ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I gain weight. That's why I don't show my body lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair grows longer. I feel like cutting it myself seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh say hi to my eye bag as well. They witness my completion of test, assignment, essay and lab report and my intimacy with my lap top. What do you mean you can't see them?! Now you know why I post the picture horizontally lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you..&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/3372878739744045520-1607310555148340621?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1607310555148340621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=1607310555148340621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1607310555148340621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1607310555148340621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/04/miss-minyu.html' title='Miss Minyu ??'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R_3j3-Lyv0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/eSuvWDUUk-0/s72-c/DSC00035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-5399258387007202008</id><published>2008-03-09T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:02:36.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H + i = ?</title><content type='html'>Hi. A simple H + i, yet powerful enough to penetrate your heart with my warmest regards and misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, right after my flight took off in KLIA, I travelled for nearly 20 hours non-stop, and there was typical Windy Wet Welly waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule was totally packed to the extent that I hardly barely have time to adjust my jet-lag, which was good in one way, kept me occupied from feelings I wanted to escape from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time in campus doing enrolment stuff and in recreation center releasing electrons. I went for lunch and dinner and movie with church and ICFers and friends. I had conversations with my awesome flatmates and those with wonderful hearts. Went shopping for gloceries enjoying the sunshine getting my mind refreshed by the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tenth day I was back to Welly, university started. In order to make my life in third year easier, I decided to do four papers per trimester, which meant eight papers a year. I reckon it should be alright, as I am used to the workload, get well-trained during my first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do allow me to murmur a little bit tho, as I have four hours Bio Lab and three hours Chem Lab every week, not to mention about the normal lectures and tutorials. To make it worse, next year I will be having six hours lab for Bio alone, God really has His plan for me, a undebatable unrebukable unarguable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, my dear Heavenly Father has given me a even more challenging task, which is to co-lead a Bible Study Small Group. To be a leader standing up for Christ has always been my dream, thought it would come true maybe after five or more years when I am more ready. But then, like what Pastors all said,"The time has come, the time is NOW!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeap I definitely have to sacrifice my you-tube-ing and fun-having time, that's all right, because I know that my Lord will always be there backing me up =) because of Him, lots and lots of courage will be generated in myself to step further, to go deeper, to stop being a safe christian =) because I have you, in the deepest bottom part of my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I wish before I left Malaysia, I meet new people and my life is refreshed, however, at the same time, I face challenge dealing with changes, people I used to know well change, things are not the same as they were. It's like the whole world is spinning yet I have to remain still keeping myself away from the earthly whirl. Seek for His words and His righteousness and everything else will be done ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna upload some pictures of mine but I failed. Next time maybe. I'll show you my lovely pictures (I do not realise how different I look till I came back, thanks for all the compliments, hahaha)as well as my dream house (I just discover a hidden world on the other side of Wellington city ). Till then, take care..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-5399258387007202008?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5399258387007202008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=5399258387007202008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5399258387007202008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5399258387007202008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/03/h-i.html' title='H + i = ?'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6212295466682831704</id><published>2008-02-07T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:06:02.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 07  &amp;  Feb 14  &amp; Feb 15</title><content type='html'>My schedule was full yesterday, and is full today. My first 'yum cha' of the year, later at approximately 3 a.m. There is 101% I am not gonna make it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is most likely my last post in Malaysia this year, next updates would be after I go back and settle down in New Zealand. Ok do not be sad lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 07&lt;/strong&gt; - HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!!!!! GONG XI FA CAI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My great pleasure to finally get to meet ALL family members, relatives, and of course my buddies. My mouth never exercise (talking laughing &amp; eating)this much since I came back for holidays. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 14&lt;/strong&gt; - HAPPY VALENTINES' DAY =P&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me, do not need to book me during that day, do not offer me any farewell function, just go ahead and celebrate it with your right ones, as I will not leave permanently ok. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 15&lt;/strong&gt; - BYE BYE.. =(&lt;br /&gt;Yeap my flight back will be on that day.. It is gonna be a nearly twenty hours travelling.. KL-Singapore-Auckland-Wellington =( Nevertheless, my church, my university, my pursuit of dream &amp; future, the wind and the sea, they are all waiting for me there ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will meet new people and I will have a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9yIbohN55CU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9yIbohN55CU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is called 'Born to Love'. So let's make a deal while we are apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love God. Love your parents. Love your siblings. Love your family. Love your friends. Love your enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself. Love your another half. Love knowledge (Grow wisdom). Love your body (Eat well &amp; Sleep well &amp; Do sports). Love your life (Don't smoke &amp; Drink less).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AXV6HJxUebg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AXV6HJxUebg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails &lt;/em&gt;-1 Corinthians 14:4-7-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后，在全世界遭遇大风大雪大灾难之际，大家集结爱与勇气长大一岁吧，加油&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6212295466682831704?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6212295466682831704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6212295466682831704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6212295466682831704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6212295466682831704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/02/feb-07-feb-14-feb-15.html' title='Feb 07  &amp;  Feb 14  &amp; Feb 15'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-3484564340517030591</id><published>2008-02-05T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:11:36.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最初和最后</title><content type='html'>This morning when I was sweeping, I heard an unfamiliar die off sound of car engine, driven by my curiosity, I peeped out the window. A blue Proton came into my sight and I saw one guy coming out followed by a woman, carrying a lot of stuff both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. It was my neighbour's son and his wife!! I hardly recognised him as he left home to work in KL when I was still in primary school. Compared to the immature and playful guy last time, what I saw today was an older but more mature man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. A scene popped in my mind, maybe many many years later, my car will stop in front of home, and I would be the main character in the scene I saw today lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/468Ks16aUIQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/468Ks16aUIQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I accidentally opened a drawer which has remained untouched for ages. Staring at the purplish envelope, something hit on my dying memory. There were many envelopes and letters in the drawer, mostly were addressed to me by my first and only pen pal. All of a sudden, I could feel that my memory was refreshed and those days appeared again like it was just yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined this camp when I was a student reporter. When it came to the last day of it, I received a letter from a participant called Xuan. I was just about to throw it away before my friend stopped me and told me that the person who gave me the letter was the one who sat right in front of me during lunch. See see I was and am such blur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sorry towards Xuan, I decided to reply the letter so that I could somehow feel better. Then our pen-palship had begun. Xuan was the youngest in the family who always longed for a sister, whereas I was the eldest and longed desperately for a big bro; Xuan was from big city who had been to many places, whereas I was from a small town who rarely had chance to travel around; Xuan had finished PMR with 8 As whereas I was facing it. Our pen-palship grew so quickly thru a great deal of experience sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till one day, due to a reason which I tried so hard but failed to recall, I stopped replying letter anymore. I was so cold-blooded to the extent that I ignore all the letters coming after. Looking at the letters today, all memories were sweet but I knew for sure that there must be something that caused me to choose to lose my first pen pal, just I did not remember anything anymore. Because of that, I did not open those letters just now, deep in my heart, I think it would be better not to reveal the real reason, having warm memories and leaving the cruel truth behind would be the best it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when I prayed I suddenly realised that that was me, the true me, the I who only remember hurt and pain and disappointment, the I who never care about the reasons causing or leading to that feelings. Feels like I am introduced to myself once again, the girl who is sentimental and emotional in life, the girl who is sensible and rational in studies, the girl who cepat naik marah tapi cepat lupa dendam lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to dad and bro for enduring my imperfectness, for taking the blames even though I am the one who do wrong, for cheering me up no matter how, for letting me to bully them whevever I feel like doing so ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to teachers for sayang-ing me. Thanks to friends for befriend-ing minyu yang tidak berhati perut ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Xuan, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-3484564340517030591?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3484564340517030591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=3484564340517030591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3484564340517030591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3484564340517030591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_05.html' title='最初和最后'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6847858157149741320</id><published>2008-02-04T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:28:02.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>终于。。哈哈！！</title><content type='html'>丫头的肌肉在经历了长达三个月的怠慢及松懈后几乎变成了肥肉，哈哈，多谢今天拔刀相助将本小姐从周公手中抢救回来的死党们，终于，我踏入了曾经熟悉的健身房并大开杀戒大战至挥汗如雨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚刚跟老弟通了长途电话，他听起来好像累坏了忙坏了也闷坏了，哎哟，闻见他那么可怜，我就气消了啦，就算生气他不守信用不陪我玩不能团圆三宗罪，可怎也敌不过他那极具说服力的理由呀。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上网时无意中看到了一则令丫头会心一笑的新闻，我超欣赏兼无敌喜欢的阿信终于。。他终于。。他。。嗯。。想知道的话就自己去搜寻吧 =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想，今天的我过得算愉快的吧，虽然身边的恶魔无可避免地不少，可在丫头四周筑起坚不可摧的堡垒的天使却也不少，是你在宠着我吧，少来，我看见你在跟我眨着眼睛呢，感恩你赋予我的一切，际遇环境经历考验，谢谢你让我知道，一切都在你的掌握之中，我亲爱的宇宙的创始者！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6847858157149741320?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6847858157149741320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6847858157149741320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6847858157149741320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6847858157149741320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='终于。。哈哈！！'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6752401905260074025</id><published>2008-01-29T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:18:11.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mei mei</title><content type='html'>mei mei.. I so wanna hug you before I turned away from you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I did not. It was easier for you to say goodbye that way. It was easier for you to handle parting if I did not leave you much memories. but was it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mei mei.. A little you have given me such huge deep impact!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we got lost in the busy shopping complex because of my terrible sense of direction, you were the one who acted cool and led me out of puzzles. No cry, no blame, you did not even lose confidence to trust yourself into my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment you eventually approached me, gently picked up my hand, you held it and you asked me not to hold those hands too tightly as they were gonna sweat later. Looking into your sincere eyes, it hit me straight to the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mei mei, you are little, you are still the real you, your original identity and personalities are still well-protected from the outside world. You do not hide your true feelings, you go ahead with whatever you think you need to do, your life is free from regrets and losses and I truly hope that you will not have to go thru that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night you generously gave me half of your bed, you made me dress up your barbie dolls and you kept talking about everything, and you would not let me sleep even after you had said me goodnight for more than ten times. At last you finally asked me not to leave the next day, even though you clearly knew that was not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mei mei, you might not know that I could not sleep well that day, I was awake staring at the ceiling, with all kinda things processing in my mind. After covering you with blanket, I questioned myself when was my last time being brave against lows and problems? Since when I tend to act like tortoise and hide in my shell to escape reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a little angel God put in my life, to be my mirror so that I will not easily be moulded into a masked me by the earthly world. May you be blessed, together with your big bro, the knight on white horse, as well as your second bro, the kind giant, live happily and healthily always and forover!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6752401905260074025?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6752401905260074025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6752401905260074025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6752401905260074025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6752401905260074025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/01/mei-mei.html' title='mei mei'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-715293789971287979</id><published>2008-01-25T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:19:29.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>escape</title><content type='html'>Ahhh.. Hot la.. Panas la.. Zhwa la.. Lwa la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been back for more than two months but my body is still so not used to the weather. My body has been having revolution whenever it is exposed to the wave of heat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever la.. Dry cough la.. Diarrhea la.. What not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two days sleeping bugs have attacked and taken over my body and turned it into hibernating mode. The more I sleep the tired I feel that's why I decide to counteract those bugs by keeping myself awake thru blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad forced me to see doctor because of my dry cough and as a result my sputum was sent to the lab. Poor me had to take cough syrap which was my number one enemy among all medicines. I rather take tablets or get injection than drinking cough syrap =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum felt bad at her cookings as they caused me to have diarrhea very often till she found out the truth lying behind. My stomach gets so sensitive to the extent that whatever I eat or drink stand the possibility to contribute towards my diarrhea lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All blames go to the hot weather =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to train my body so that it adapts to the room temperature, I insist not to on the air-con during daytime. It does not help much I reckon. During the night bro needs two blankets to protect himself from getting a cold, the point is I do not feel cool at all under the same temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that cheers me up is that I am going to KL tomorrow and I am not travelling alone!! Haha. I still love my hometown but sometimes you just cannot stay in the same environment for too long. I need to go to somewhere else for a while, I need a getaway from my mundane routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, home is the ultimate place I wanna be no matter how attractive the world out there, there are 50 billion people passing by each others everyday, only those who mean a lot to you will make you stop your steps and stay with them, do not worry ya =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-715293789971287979?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/715293789971287979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=715293789971287979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/715293789971287979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/715293789971287979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahhh.html' title='escape'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-4071449751822537580</id><published>2008-01-25T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:07:17.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secret recipe</title><content type='html'>We were together again. Inevitably it was mentioned again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Min Yu!! The last wish of all schoolmates and classmates before we graduate is to see you to be pissed off and to lose your temper.. You know!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I could do nothing more satisfying but kept on putting smile on my innocent face, what else could I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to tell that I nearly lost my temper a few times recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was alone surrounded by heavy traffic and those noises made by impatient drivers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the calm and confidence were replaced by insecurity and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went around hometown only to find irresponsible folk doing harm to the environment without concern..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there were a lot of wrongdoings to be justified but all you feel was helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had to give up things that I desperately longed for them so much due to factors which were beyond my control..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time was flying away no matter how hard you tried to grasp it and made effort to hold it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to tell that prayers worked at all times when one expected them least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity, self-doubt and regret can be winned over by care, assurance and appreciation. Yeap it is easy to say than to act it out. But you stand up from falling and you learn lesson from experience. It is like rainbow only comes out after storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles only happen to those who believe in them. I whole-heartedly believe. You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-4071449751822537580?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4071449751822537580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=4071449751822537580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4071449751822537580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4071449751822537580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/01/secret-recipe.html' title='secret recipe'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-5795546496580321405</id><published>2008-01-15T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:49.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOENIX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R4zUqtlJWLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/VYimyXhKZog/s1600-h/phoenix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155729503687366834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R4zUqtlJWLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/VYimyXhKZog/s400/phoenix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not an ordinary picture. Not if you look with your whole heart. You should see a phoenix if you try hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may call me a tortoise. As I seek shelter inside my shell again. This time I might take a little longer. Only me being brave is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathing through fire, then a phoenix reborns..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, just keep smiling =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-5795546496580321405?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5795546496580321405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=5795546496580321405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5795546496580321405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5795546496580321405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/01/phoenix.html' title='PHOENIX'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R4zUqtlJWLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/VYimyXhKZog/s72-c/phoenix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-1445215034593284018</id><published>2008-01-03T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:49.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我跟你说哦</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R3vIFtlJWII/AAAAAAAAAdE/gxzb8xhso2E/s1600-h/Cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150930599288592514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R3vIFtlJWII/AAAAAAAAAdE/gxzb8xhso2E/s400/Cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am standing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because I have an army of God behind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because I am the heir of King of kings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because I love Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R3vORNlJWKI/AAAAAAAAAdU/8YK5y5NsUcw/s1600-h/ShowProductImg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150937393926854818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="334" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R3vORNlJWKI/AAAAAAAAAdU/8YK5y5NsUcw/s400/ShowProductImg.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;五千年的中华文化是我的支撑点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;是我必须传承的核心价值&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;是西方世界里闪亮的东方之珠&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R3vL89lJWJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/KR5AbNMG9fY/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150934847011248274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R3vL89lJWJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/KR5AbNMG9fY/s320/jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 这一生到底在追什么&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;这星球每天五十亿人在错过&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;在冰天雪地 在荒凉沙漠 我仍为你倔强地毅伫立着&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-1445215034593284018?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1445215034593284018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=1445215034593284018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1445215034593284018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1445215034593284018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_03.html' title='我跟你说哦'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R3vIFtlJWII/AAAAAAAAAdE/gxzb8xhso2E/s72-c/Cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-7802363673644513567</id><published>2008-01-03T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:07:01.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night owl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please call me a night owl. Yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I went out and hang out with friends. Just, today I reached home much more earlier (0017) than usual (0107).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been crazy nights after nights. Said goodbye to year 2007 eating and welcomed year 2008 still eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks. SMS. Police block. License.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are no more kids, yet still behave childishly. Can't believe those days we used to turn classroom into KTV lounge, volunteered ourselves to perform dance during Teachers' Day, wrapping mandarin and mooncakes and delivered them as we were Santa Claus, gossipping on nothing important..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the unbelievable unforgettable fall of our friend when she rushed to see Zhang Dong Jian's photo. Hahaha. We all laughed as loud as we used to. With compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember those days we held in hands in dark taking shower in the lake? Pity the guys. And the days we rescued people from flooded tents in jungle before we jumped into freezing waterfall? Pity our teachers. Oh and the days we made experiment on how to cook perfect Maggie Mee. Surprisingly guys seemed to be expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW some of us have made our circle bigger and our bond stronger by bring their another half. Much more stories to be written. Of course much more topics to be discussed openly and more persons to be teased. Our niece and nephew are also brought by us into this great family. The way little kids see the world always induce us by leading us to think from different dimensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“有你 我才不孤单 有你的陪伴 我才有苦诉 你有不爽 我是你的垃圾车 每天听你的心声”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-7802363673644513567?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7802363673644513567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=7802363673644513567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/7802363673644513567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/7802363673644513567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/01/night-owl.html' title='night owl'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-151827354483398305</id><published>2008-01-01T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:49.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R3kjHNlJWGI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ljpT65y8Ikw/s1600-h/Picture(69).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150186255686391906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R3kjHNlJWGI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ljpT65y8Ikw/s400/Picture(69).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God put smiles back upon my face recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was totally out of its orbital, forcing me to spin and to keep spinning. My world was turned upside down, and I simply could not figure out where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God shows the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never tried to control something which is beyond your control. Look onto the creator who holds the universe and everyone you love instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord understands His creations the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that distinguish between human being and other creatures is that men have the ability to hide their true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly sorry for all the hurts I cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize how much pain it could bring just because I was not brave enough, we were not honest enough. Too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to see the smiles again. Thank you Lord for the power of healing. 2007 is over and 2008 is gonna rock. I have faith =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-151827354483398305?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/151827354483398305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=151827354483398305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/151827354483398305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/151827354483398305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R3kjHNlJWGI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ljpT65y8Ikw/s72-c/Picture(69).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6234181706485051888</id><published>2007-12-26T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:50.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>倔强</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R3J-2NlJV_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/iK6c_8pi6mk/s1600-h/4b66ade84420fdc80f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148316793861396466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R3J-2NlJV_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/iK6c_8pi6mk/s400/4b66ade84420fdc80f520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A splendid year 2007,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left with last 5 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it be possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make up the last regret??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6234181706485051888?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6234181706485051888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6234181706485051888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6234181706485051888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6234181706485051888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_26.html' title='倔强'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R3J-2NlJV_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/iK6c_8pi6mk/s72-c/4b66ade84420fdc80f520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6971809518124525094</id><published>2007-12-24T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:55:19.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas Christmas</title><content type='html'>"Mum.. Do you still care about it??" &lt;br /&gt;I asked carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah.. I had it all cleared out of my mind long time ago." &lt;br /&gt;Mum answered like nothing has happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, when I was in primary school, I was nothing but what people called as good student. Teachers loved me, I loved studying. Friends like me, life was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, deep inside my soul, a wild fire was burning, an anti-norm attitude had been developed secretly. Therefore, I tried to challenge the framed examination format and striked to make breakthroughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did it. There were two outcomes, two extreme ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad outcome was that one of my essay was considered out of topic, which means I did not get an A for it. What turned bad to worse was that my failure was kinda shocking to teachers in my school and it led into arguments among teachers from different schools. Some said my essay was actually acceptable because my points were creative, on the other hand, some said I should not write stuff outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remained silence throughout that time. I enjoyed writing, all I wanna do was just to turn information into power. I did not mean to bring anything bad to anyone, but the fact was that I was. I did not understand what was going on, and I simply could not, I was just ten. One thing that I could not deny was that I started to doubt myself, till another news hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good outcome was that another essay of mine had won me an excellence in a national level writing competition. I got money and my essay was published, together with all other essays throughout Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remained silence after this. It was hard, but I became tougher after this test, and eventually I gained back my confidence bit by bit. It took me a while to leave all the fear behind and moved on, but I was thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, mum and I ran into part of that history. This time, I was still silent, and mum, who used to shield me from all harms, she seemed alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it is Christmas eve, my second Christmas after I decide to live my life for Christ, the one who holds the universe yet give me all still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Forgive, because God offered us forgiveness by dying of His Son, I learn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of commercialized Christmas nowadays, let the door of your heart be knocked, give your soul a chance to be showered by His amazing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life -John 3:16-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6971809518124525094?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6971809518124525094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6971809518124525094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6971809518124525094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6971809518124525094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-christmas.html' title='christmas Christmas'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6630192703565308280</id><published>2007-12-24T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:40:30.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>游乐场</title><content type='html'>追追赶赶 高高低低 深呼吸然后与你执手相随 &lt;br /&gt;甜蜜中不再畏高 可这样跟你荡来荡去无畏无惧          《幸福摩天轮》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;仰望着眼前的摩天轮，五彩缤纷的灯光耀眼极了，使得我不禁在心中奏起久违的乐章。 随之进入眼帘的尽是幸福的人们，扬起嘴角尽情的挥洒着难得的准童年时光。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;丫头当然也不落人后啰！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为表弟妹们的到来，我打着尽地主之宜的旗号，带领大队往游乐场进攻，实则为寻回准童年状态而来，哈哈。可怜被我拖下水壮烈牺牲充当司机兼保姆的弟弟及表弟 =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最缤纷的花园游乐过但求动心 就算是世间末日抚心自问都想秒秒惊心&lt;br /&gt;最宽广的公园游乐过为何认真 若我只剩一席位都想入座观赏这个惊险人生          《游乐场》&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6630192703565308280?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6630192703565308280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6630192703565308280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6630192703565308280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6630192703565308280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='游乐场'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-1309948432353706298</id><published>2007-12-22T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:50.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>those hands</title><content type='html'>I saw dad talking to a young guy, and I observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they turned to me, &lt;br /&gt;Dad said, "He was once my student."&lt;br /&gt;So I smiled at him politely.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Your dad is a great teacher."&lt;br /&gt;While he shaked my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I still could feel the warmth in my hand till we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next dad and I ran into a young lady, another of his student.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!! Your daughter?!" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Last time she was still little, now big girl already." She continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were caught by a lady who was carrying a baby.&lt;br /&gt;"Is she your daughter?? The one who studies in New Zealand??"&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Another student dad used to teach. And she knew about me lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy, he is a boss now.&lt;br /&gt;The second girl, she has a career in KL.&lt;br /&gt;The third lady, she is a mum, a tough mum!! She managed to live thru her life after her husband died in a car crash in South Africa after she gave birth to their first child. Standing in front of me today, she is satisfied, with her child in her arms =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put an end to this post, I pick this photo which I find today in my favourite blog. There are plenty of people commenting about it, but it wins my heart just simply because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R2vyldSQVoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pslLGPJP0Go/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R2vyldSQVoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pslLGPJP0Go/s320/hand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146473724531201666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that hand changes dream into vision&lt;br /&gt;that hand paints dull life into a colourful one&lt;br /&gt;that hand visualizes idea into reality&lt;br /&gt;that hand captures scenery and turned into memory&lt;br /&gt;that hand maybe rough, but definitely that hand rocks ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-1309948432353706298?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1309948432353706298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=1309948432353706298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1309948432353706298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1309948432353706298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/12/those-hands.html' title='those hands'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/R2vyldSQVoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pslLGPJP0Go/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-8110284716208008861</id><published>2007-12-19T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:26:02.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There must be a reason..</title><content type='html'>For the past two weeks, due to the flood and the consequences it brought, I had so much time to do nothing, but to think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two days, the flood has gradually subsided. As a result, I have little time to do many things, but I'm still thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There must be a reason someone come into one's life"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It lingers in my mind and makes me to think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl who amazingly knew who was I and appeared to be there for me when I was helpless. I had no idea who she was and I thought she was just kidding when she said me goodbye. The next day when I woke up she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy who kindly relaxed my tension by making faces and lame jokes. He taught me how to apply theory practically. Meal times were always great as it provided a platform for us to put aside all the stress and pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big bros who mistook and continued to mistake me as their friend's sister. We broke rules together so that I got to play flying fox twice, and in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little girl who liked to smile and apparently who was tougher than me. We stayed awake staring at the starry sky and enjoying the smell of the wide paddy fiels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the AJK who caught me walking in darkness and gave me his torch light. The light was not strong at all but it brightened my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the talented guy whom I helped to arrange one of his concerts. I heard pop singer singing the song composed by him a few years later. It was the very hit song of the year. I saw him in newspaper too the other day. He was the guest singer in a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fair girl who loved to cry so much. She was crying when we first met and people thought what did I do to her. She was still crying when we parted and people looked at me with that face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teammate who gave me his gloves when our team needed to go through an obstacle challenge. My hands were still hurt but much less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sunny boy who gave me that smile and made me an unicorn balloon. I'm sure that he has eventually fixed himself in Christ and is shining for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and people go. Some of them are meant to be grabbed if we do hope them to stay. Many of them would just leave, and we are left with a reason, or a memory. It is your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know where the above people are. But I thank them, thank you for appearing in my life, thank you for teaching me something, thank you for leaving me those sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for knocking on my head, so that I learn how to grab and how to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-8110284716208008861?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8110284716208008861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=8110284716208008861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8110284716208008861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8110284716208008861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/12/there-must-be-reason.html' title='There must be a reason..'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6062834069083657765</id><published>2007-12-19T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:49:51.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss mamak</title><content type='html'>"Min Yu, your friend called you just now.." Bro told me once I stepped into my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happened most. I did not have my own mobile number and as a result people did not get to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss mamak. But I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Min Yu, we are gonna have mamak tomorrow, wait for my call ok.." Friend told me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happened most. I am always lack initiative in this kind of stuff but I have great friends to push me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss mamak. In fact I miss friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later, a group of people appeared at the front door. To my big surprise, my friend led everyone to my house to say hi. The clock just hit 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Min Yu Min Yu!! Have a guess!! Do you see any difference among our friends?!" He questioned me naughtily. "Hehehe.. Of course I know!! I am just updated ok!!" I answered in my heart. We threw eyes on each others then we burst into laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings are still the same. The chemicals never faded away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, after the sun went down of course, I finally was sitting at the mamak. Talking about stuff, whether those stuff made sense or not. Laughing over stuff, whether those stuff were laugh-able or not. Memories whirled back to olden days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Min Yu, just stay calm. Everything would be alright. The police would not know.." My friends were comforting but teasing me at the same time. Why?? It is because I did not bring along my IC and there were policemen all around as there was a local celebration going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was sent back as usual. My driver reported me his latest views on politics as usual. "I will never lose hope on love!!" That's his last words for me, yeap as usual. Now I still can't help but laugh, sometimes things just never changed lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all. I had a sweet night. Not to include the not-to-be-found-out-by-police adventure ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6062834069083657765?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6062834069083657765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6062834069083657765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6062834069083657765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6062834069083657765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/12/miss-mamak.html' title='miss mamak'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-7405551545849203376</id><published>2007-12-19T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:49:53.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what matter</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I was waken up in the mornings by telephone calls and sms-es. The next thing I knew, mum came in my room and said, "xxx are on their way to see you..". The next thing I did, my body jumped out of bed and rushed to washroom and took real quick shower. Then I found myself sitting in the living room being exhibited to the visitors lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, people were shocked when they ran into me, and I simply enjoyed watching their eyes and mouth opened till their faces were distorted. Haha no kidding. Maybe because they did not expect to see me there, maybe because I only went out after sunset. I love my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I was told that I got fairer and prettier, which was pleased. And that I was a freak, because I hated the sun and the heat so much, because I stayed home when the sun came out and went out when the moon showed up lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-7405551545849203376?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7405551545849203376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=7405551545849203376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/7405551545849203376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/7405551545849203376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-matter.html' title='what matter'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-8496584428768920412</id><published>2007-11-23T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T02:11:53.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me</title><content type='html'>I think my jet lag has officially gone.. See.. I manage to stay awake till 2 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days ago I touched down at KLIA, reaching home and by the time when the clock pointed at 2 a.m. I was asleep soundly on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days later I sit on the couch, overwhelmed by all sorts of feelings that have accumulated in my heart since I was back, my mind's totally dc.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think this is gonna be my most nonsense post ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Lord, if it's you, tell me to come to you on the water." - Matthew 14:28 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-8496584428768920412?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8496584428768920412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=8496584428768920412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8496584428768920412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8496584428768920412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/11/tell-me.html' title='Tell me'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-812808136405510279</id><published>2007-11-14T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T17:37:11.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's next ?!</title><content type='html'>Say bye bye to the Botanical Garden, the Harbour, and the Oriental Bay ------- &lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bid farewell to friends and attend farewell lunches and dinners ------- &lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say bye bye to MC LT, CO Building, Laby Lab, Kirk Building, and EA LT ------- &lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bid farewell to the Weir House, A Floor, CK 1 ------- &lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness and celebrate Arise's fifth birthday ------- &lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join after church dinner fellowship ------- &lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settle Vodafone account ------- &lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspend Woosh account ------- &lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspend Rec Centre membership ------- &lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settle bank account ------- &lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop for souvenirs for family and friends ------- &lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste all my favourite food ------- &lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call supershuttle ------- &lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconfirm my flight ------- &lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last check of luggage ------- &lt;em&gt;On-going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next then ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In less than 13 hours I'll be on the plane starting my long journey back home. Leaving the windy wet weather behind, I'll be welcomed by wave of heat..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malaysia, negaraku, tanah tumpah darahku, here I come ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-812808136405510279?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/812808136405510279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=812808136405510279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/812808136405510279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/812808136405510279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s next ?!'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-3533383480160162778</id><published>2007-11-11T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T10:00:51.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Anniversary!!</title><content type='html'>I moved out of Weir House yesterday, the place which witnessed my first year life in Wellington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now staying in friend's flat, it is located at the Fairie Terrace, what a wonderful name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move into another friend's flat in an hour time, to be honest, I do not enjoy my "nomad" life at all, very tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Uncle Ronnie and Aunty Lynn, Ishah and Esther!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Frank, for helping me to move out stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Zohan, for helping me to move out stuff! Again!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Amy, Pui Ting, Poh Yee and Yi Chin for everything!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho I'm sad sending people off, tho I'm tired living "nomad" life, tho I really wanna go back home and see all of you right now.. I AM STILL STANDING =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! It's because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARISE'S HAVING ITS 5TH ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them - Matthew 18:20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-3533383480160162778?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3533383480160162778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=3533383480160162778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3533383480160162778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3533383480160162778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/11/5th-anniversary.html' title='5th Anniversary!!'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6100756637948486993</id><published>2007-11-10T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T10:22:06.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tata</title><content type='html'>Just few more days to go, and I will be at home, my home sweet home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy, but sad at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate packing, I hate saying bye bye, but I did and am doing both!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up the night sky, there are planes occasionally, sending people back to their loved ones, bringing people closer to their pursuit of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the fireworks, so colourful so impressive so attractive, the sky is the paint paper and the fireworks are the colour pencils. Who am I??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell what feeling am I having now.. But I miss I miss and I truly miss..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6100756637948486993?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6100756637948486993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6100756637948486993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6100756637948486993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6100756637948486993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/11/tata.html' title='Tata'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-1001462219041179317</id><published>2007-11-04T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T18:48:36.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you see??</title><content type='html'>It is meant to be a relatively long post. But it ends up like this. Can't help it. My mind's blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Pastor shared today in church have been lingering in my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you held back by your hurts and your past yet doing nothing but seeing people to cross the sea and enter into the promise land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very end of the service, we were asked to close our eyes and "see", that's right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see what God sees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the vision and the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the promise land waiting ahead of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see today. I think. I will see more in future. I'm sure. How about you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of my post lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-1001462219041179317?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1001462219041179317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=1001462219041179317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1001462219041179317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1001462219041179317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-do-you-see.html' title='What do you see??'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-8885478108890986389</id><published>2007-10-26T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:51.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickey Mouse</title><content type='html'>Here I am to blog again. The stars are twinkling. Wind is having concert.&lt;br /&gt;Two examinations down. Another two to go. I am still strong =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RyGxBBU27jI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9ZrXbxHDlTM/s1600-h/Ashin+Scientist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125572482018242098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RyGxBBU27jI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9ZrXbxHDlTM/s320/Ashin+Scientist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea where is the "longest" 80cm in the world??&lt;br /&gt;It is located at northern latitude 38', the non-military border of North and South Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 2, the President of South Korea walked pass the yellow border line, welcomed by the President of North Korea, dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;Such a short distance, only 80cm, but it takes half a century to finally reach such breakthrough, so it is the "longest" 80cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RyG2AhU27kI/AAAAAAAAAaE/_DNkv9LTflA/s1600-h/Ashin+Dreamer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125577970986446402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RyG2AhU27kI/AAAAAAAAAaE/_DNkv9LTflA/s320/Ashin+Dreamer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago there were 8 000 people/ today there are 80 000 people/ from arena to stadium/ 200 metres walking distance/ it took us 1 5 4 0 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When those words appeared on the basketball court-sized LED screen, all people could hear was silence.. followed by weeping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love rocks.. Peace rocks.. Dream rocks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RyG57hU27lI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bHAgCYMfczI/s1600-h/shou+hou.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RyG57hU27lI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bHAgCYMfczI/s320/shou+hou.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125582283133611602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, people who came/and come to me asking for the above picture seem to be endless.. hmm.. weird huh.. nah.. take it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我始终带着你爱的微笑 一路上寻找我遗失的美好 不小心当泪滑过嘴角 就用你握过的手抹掉&lt;br /&gt;再多的风景也从不停靠 只一心寻找我遗失的美好 有的人说不清哪里好 但就是谁都替代不了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come together with words.. take them all if you guys do want it that much.. tell me one story in return to repay my kindness.. all of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ozi9StqdzKc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ozi9StqdzKc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am =(       I will =) watching it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6UX_ii-xtkY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6UX_ii-xtkY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really sleep well again.. This is my bed time song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;    enjoying my studies (which I really do)&lt;br /&gt;    rock with Parachute band in Arise this Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;    be impacted by Greg Laurie in front of TSB Bank this Sunday evening&lt;br /&gt;    friends' farewell dinners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    seeing papa mama xian &amp; jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RyHFyhU27qI/AAAAAAAAAas/eNH3s5d1u-c/s1600-h/Ashin+Detective.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RyHFyhU27qI/AAAAAAAAAas/eNH3s5d1u-c/s320/Ashin+Detective.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125595322654322338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Lord, grant my bros with wisdom.. Lay your grace be with them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    .... (and sweet dreams from tonights onwards)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-8885478108890986389?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8885478108890986389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=8885478108890986389&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8885478108890986389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8885478108890986389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-i-am-to-blog-again.html' title='Mickey Mouse'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RyGxBBU27jI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9ZrXbxHDlTM/s72-c/Ashin+Scientist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-7893620940290162643</id><published>2007-10-15T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T09:16:48.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two sweet sweet blisters</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was the end of my second trimester. Study week is waving its hands in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone ask me what season is it in Welly. The answer will be it's examination season lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went to a church Chinese Bazaar, and I had heaps of Asian food ^_^&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, there were so many grandpas and grandmas contributing to the event, their sweet smiles and warm greetings were still in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, which was Sunday, I was basically out for twelve hours, non-stop, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Went to church and saw pastors debating on the rugby world cup. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Then had lunch with friends and entertained by jokes and posings and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I rushed back to my hall, which was on top of hill, to get changed + got into cable car + came down to town + reached bus stop, in not more than 25 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Still remember vividly those looks the tourists threw on me and my baju kurung, luckily they din't take photos of me, or they did, just I din't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was greeting everyone SELAMAT HARI RAYA while we were waiting for bus, and when we were in the bus on our way to High Commission of Malaysia. So nice to meet so many of my Malay friends, especially the guys, they all looked like Tom Hanks in Cast Away, their hair were so long. I suddenly missed KDU so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way from Lambton Quay to Willies Street to Victoria Street to Brooklyn, kiwis were amazed by the scenes that the whole bus was colonized by people wearing in baju Melayu and songkok and baju Kebaya and baju Kurung. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent an hour or two greeting Encik Abdullah Hassan and Aunty Rose and many other pegawai. Chatting and taking photograph with friends and seniors. Feeding tummy with Malaysian food ^_^ And enjoying the horror movie "Jangan Pandang Belakang". Horror movie in High Comm during Hari Raya, what kinda combination was that?? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got back to Welly city, I walked and ran at the same time, in baju kurung and high heels, to rush to church again for the sermont of a guest pastor from USA. On my way I was approached by a Singaporean businessman and I became his tour guide for about ten minutes showing him around Courtenay Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet hurt so much as I got two blisters on my tapak kaki, one each =( But the feeling of pain disappeared when I was helping people and also when I was worshipping my awesome God =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with another group of friends and church leaders before I was escorted back to Weir by my kind driver and his girlfriend. After having a brief chat with my flatmate, I finally got to take shower and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I went to bed, I had such a broad smile on my face. Today when I woke up, the two blisters were still there. And they hurt still. But my heart feels so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus Christ!! &lt;br /&gt;For Your blood poured out at the cross. &lt;br /&gt;For Your tests and trials that help me to grow. &lt;br /&gt;For Your promises and blessings that give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;For Your grace laying down on my family and friends and those whom I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next minutes I might be tempted by the Satan again, but I shall stand firm and look onto You alone =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-7893620940290162643?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7893620940290162643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=7893620940290162643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/7893620940290162643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/7893620940290162643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/10/two-sweet-sweet-blisters.html' title='Two sweet sweet blisters'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-5970648831295479139</id><published>2007-10-09T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:46:04.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw..</title><content type='html'>I saw him crying..&lt;br /&gt;the passion. the songs. the thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him and her crying..&lt;br /&gt;hugging praying sending their loved one to Father's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw them crying..&lt;br /&gt;the sweat. the tears. the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kflv_aE0D1E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kflv_aE0D1E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like the wind. One can't see it. But feel it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith. Hope. Love. Passion. Courage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-5970648831295479139?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5970648831295479139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=5970648831295479139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5970648831295479139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5970648831295479139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-saw.html' title='I saw..'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-5778817591848734479</id><published>2007-10-07T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:13:14.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Fs</title><content type='html'>My friend left me a message..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;".. I am very frustrated coz Mourinho left Chelsea.. D club website said it was based on mutual consent but I don't think so.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my reply to him (after a few weeks late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;".. At least u get to watch EPL ok.. Here got nothing but RUGBY.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend msn me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;".. I am very nervous coz gonna have an interview soon.. It's my first interview in my whole life.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reply him (after a few minutes late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No matter how nervous you could be.. An interview is still much more better than meeting parents.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above took place yesterday. And I tackled them perfectly well. Always thought that I was fearless. As in not easily defeated by the reality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hmm. Not including feeling low, wanna cry, etc. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till just now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pouring heavily + thunderstorm + lightning. Kiwis got so excited as lightning was rare in NZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my room, I was enjoying the storm out there, it really sounded like waves, I felt peace inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the latest news, New Zealanders were mourning for All Blacks. They lost to France in Rugby World Cup quarter final. Youtube-ing their haka as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, my five senses were triggered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I saw the players' fierce faces&lt;br /&gt;2) I heard the thunder&lt;br /&gt;3) I smelled the tense of the air&lt;br /&gt;4) I felt the footsteps&lt;br /&gt;5) The fire alarm was set up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was knocking at my door. I was evacuated with everyone else. It was still raining. I was cold and shivering. It was not my first time going thru all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) first time I found myself trembling&lt;br /&gt;2) first time feeling so helpless&lt;br /&gt;3) first time feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;4) first time my heart was beating crazily&lt;br /&gt;5) I was in fear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was swallowed up by the terrible feelings. My body was consumed slowly by all kinds of emotions. First time I din't enjoy the storm and the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xian, sorry, but I am fine now =) Suddenly I miss home so much.. &lt;br /&gt;And I miss the shoulders so much.. And the warmth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week will be my last week of trimester. Then study weeks and exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, time flies, but don't remind me of that please =) I totally have no idea what had I done for my whole trimester, no kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends and food are waiting for me. Jia you jia you jia you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my great condolences..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first woman in my life (my mum) taught me how to love.&lt;br /&gt;The second woman in my life (my another half) together with her we learn how to love.&lt;br /&gt;The third woman in my life (my daughter) we will teach her how to love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;也许放弃了一些 活得更轻松 我却不再是我&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ashin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now these three remain:faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love - 1 Corinthians 13:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Father =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-5778817591848734479?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5778817591848734479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=5778817591848734479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5778817591848734479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5778817591848734479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-friend-left-me-message.html' title='3 Fs'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-2634043924138105045</id><published>2007-10-04T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T20:42:30.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella</title><content type='html'>The wind and the rain are dancing waltz out there, intimately yet violently.&lt;br /&gt;Spinning.. spinning.. spinning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muscle pain are crawling all over my body, silently yet significantly.&lt;br /&gt;Oxigeno.. Fight do.. Pump..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let myself having fun in my little world, like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have undisturbed sleep and sweet dream.&lt;br /&gt;To feed my tummy with my favourite food and fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read whatever I like and devour them.&lt;br /&gt;To watch sports replays I missed and release my electrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move, I dare you to move, the song is bombarding my hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds after seconds, time has passed incredibly unbelievably fast.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I think of Cinderella. Back to reality after 12 o'clock midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the moonlight, let the rhythm to rule over.&lt;br /&gt;Holding the warm hands, let the broken angel to regrow her wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know You are looking at me, looking at this girl of You, struggling and falling down, feeling low and helpless..&lt;br /&gt;And You must know that she does not wanna give up, she does not wanna cry, because she has You guarding and guiding her in this life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".. Not because of who I am.. but because of what You've done.. not because of what I've done.. but because of who You are.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song might end. The earth might fade. But Your glory will last. And Your name will be eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you, I love you, Jesus Christ, for everything you've done, for who I am =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-2634043924138105045?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2634043924138105045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=2634043924138105045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/2634043924138105045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/2634043924138105045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/10/cinderella.html' title='Cinderella'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-3116899124307445597</id><published>2007-09-25T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:52.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>月圆了。。人呢？？</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;中秋节快乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rvj_EYVAxGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/I1VnJZrosd0/s1600-h/fd9db861cba8286935c2fc840c67f1f5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114117827594339426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rvj_EYVAxGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/I1VnJZrosd0/s400/fd9db861cba8286935c2fc840c67f1f5.gif" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱总忽然退潮 心慌乱触礁 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;沉默在深海里 看海面闪耀&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;当回忆像水草 静静地缠绕&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;梦在温热眼角 就冰冷掉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;努力越过风暴 向着未来飘&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我们再回到 感动的拥抱&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你总是能知道 我的坚强剩多少 给我最刚好地依靠&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你手心的太阳 至今放在我背上 委屈就能笑着落泪 被释放&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;在手心的太阳 黑夜里特别明亮 让远路好像是一种分享 爱不是漫长&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你手心的太阳 有种安定的力量 就算世界再乱我也 不心慌&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我手心的太阳 或许只像个月亮 却用所有爱为你投射我 最暖的光芒&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-3116899124307445597?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3116899124307445597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=3116899124307445597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3116899124307445597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3116899124307445597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_25.html' title='月圆了。。人呢？？'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rvj_EYVAxGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/I1VnJZrosd0/s72-c/fd9db861cba8286935c2fc840c67f1f5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-3022697835928886927</id><published>2007-09-11T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:58:57.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I said.. You say..</title><content type='html'>Staring at the starry sky, I had a conversation with those little stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research project and presentation had been swallowed by the huge wheel of history..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bid bye bye to Chemistry test a few hours ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legal exercise and another test are waving their hands in front of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They questioned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you still pouring your passion into your pursuit of knowledge, like what you used to do long long time ago??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills of being able to skim + scan have been developed and improved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ability to express idea in structural + point forms has becoming awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They questioned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When was the last time you actually sit down + take time to bite the words chunks by chunks and digest them??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When was the last time you actually manage to express ideas and feelings in a continuous way??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they questioned, "......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously I'm not gonna share the rest of our conversation, as all my questions were replied by more questions lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying awake in the middle of night, I had a conversation with my Father in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost. Totally had no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I searched you. And I know your name =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. I don't deserve all the blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I bless you so that thru you many people can be blessed =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered, "......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night got more silent. My heart gained peace and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the conversation, memories were refreshed bit by bit in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I felt like falling into an endless hole, nothing for me to grasp. And I was always like a small kid, lost courage to stand on my feet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But His hands never absent. The hands that pad my head, that back me up, that pull me up, the hold my feet firm. They are source of strength and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is my eighth month in New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really gain weight, just my legs are real "muscular", as I walk a lot lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair is long, can't wait to go back home and get it cut.. short!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyelashes are getting curlier, stop looking at them, appreciate your kindness lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love being a night type person. But can't do it often because I have morning classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy about pop rock kinda music. Thanks for the excellent sound proof wall of my room. Bro!! Don't forget that you promised to buy me the album and speaker ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy company of my lap top + Internet + Wireless a lot. They are my best buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies.. No more "ilham" for me to continue blogging.. Haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I wanna make an announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M GOING BACK IN NOV!!&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/3372878739744045520-3022697835928886927?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3022697835928886927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=3022697835928886927&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3022697835928886927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3022697835928886927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/09/staring-at-starry-sky-i-had.html' title='I said.. You say..'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-5085835802353646406</id><published>2007-09-02T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'LL BE BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERDEKA !!! MERDEKA !! MERDEKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Time flies..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's been one month (or more than??) since I last blogged..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well it's all because..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okies I'm not gonna give excuses..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So anything happen when I was absent??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqsxDJ7xeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/GJoaJ13EhYE/s1600-h/Img251443365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105583086238418402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqsxDJ7xeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/GJoaJ13EhYE/s320/Img251443365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They tied the knot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqslDJ7xdI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QEH5hrrbLPo/s1600-h/20051208114148c8063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105582880079988178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqslDJ7xdI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QEH5hrrbLPo/s320/20051208114148c8063.jpg" align="center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They turned dad &amp; mum..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqscTJ7xcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/e9dzCQBNNtI/s1600-h/2085895_999999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105582729756132802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqscTJ7xcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/e9dzCQBNNtI/s400/2085895_999999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They rocked in Asia &amp; currently in L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqsTTJ7xbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1rp9ebORSYQ/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105582575137310130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqsTTJ7xbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1rp9ebORSYQ/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are freed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqrtDJ7xaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/XfnGOs0FFM8/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqrfTJ7xZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/si8xnPhnjPE/s1600-h/4779124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105581681784112530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqrfTJ7xZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/si8xnPhnjPE/s400/4779124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is still missed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqtqzJ7xhI/AAAAAAAAAZk/f-FjiJlZEl8/s1600-h/U1941P6T12D3143048F44DT20070901183328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105584078375863826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqtqzJ7xhI/AAAAAAAAAZk/f-FjiJlZEl8/s400/U1941P6T12D3143048F44DT20070901183328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He did it again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105583416950900226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqtETJ7xgI/AAAAAAAAAZc/s61ueu-QpjY/s400/Img250663683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My two weeks holidays had flied away..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Biology of Disease . Chemistry . Commercial Law . Communication Studies .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Welcome back my dearest "FRIENDS"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I haven't mentioned anything yet about the Title?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next time maybe&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/3372878739744045520-5085835802353646406?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5085835802353646406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=5085835802353646406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5085835802353646406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5085835802353646406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/09/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;LL BE BACK'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RtqsxDJ7xeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/GJoaJ13EhYE/s72-c/Img251443365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6367457556594725254</id><published>2007-07-28T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:55.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive In - Discover A Real World - 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RqrpmBanvGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/rREITF8by_w/s1600-h/peace+heaven+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092139168120159330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RqrpmBanvGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/rREITF8by_w/s320/peace+heaven+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do they look so shiny??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are the light on their faces??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rqro4BanvFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/VNndom7Z7CI/s1600-h/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092138377846176850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rqro4BanvFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/VNndom7Z7CI/s320/a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know about them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I shine because I know something's rocking my life!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know life is not going to be the same anymore..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RqrxsRanvHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jKCwNM2g43s/s1600-h/IMG_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092148071587363954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RqrxsRanvHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jKCwNM2g43s/s320/IMG_0364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last year, at a place called Peace Heaven, my life was tranformed..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This year, at a place called Genting, someone's life will be transformed..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rqr0MxanvII/AAAAAAAAAYc/MvXKDbsnRKw/s1600-h/gse_multipart36203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092150828956368002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rqr0MxanvII/AAAAAAAAAYc/MvXKDbsnRKw/s400/gse_multipart36203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divein07.blogspot.com/"&gt;Check it out!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divein07.blogspot.com/"&gt;It's gonna be a blast!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divein07.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.divein07.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's really a real cool website, isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really posted any photo of my holidays yet. Not my fault, as my photographer asked me to let her being lazy for a few days (kononnya, a few weeks lo). Or, partly my bad, as I'm lazy to urge her too, I will, soon, I hope =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6367457556594725254?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6367457556594725254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6367457556594725254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6367457556594725254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6367457556594725254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/07/dive-in-discover-real-world-2007.html' title='Dive In - Discover A Real World - 2007'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RqrpmBanvGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/rREITF8by_w/s72-c/peace+heaven+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-738274912231600074</id><published>2007-07-28T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:56.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most important trivial concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RqrA_xanvCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l5KyVkx8QU8/s1600-h/Picture(81).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092094530525051938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RqrA_xanvCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l5KyVkx8QU8/s320/Picture(81).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BACK, hence here I am =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple greeting, yet it's the most important trivial matter, knowing that Min Yu's back, safe and sound, tired but contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a lot of lovely people, experienced a lot of wonderful relationship, went thru such an awesome and unpredictable journey, witnessed sunrise and sunset at times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's another story to tell =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no regret at all joining the TSCF Conference!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw myself going thru metamorphosis, transformed from a caterpillar to butterfly. Meeting new fellows was real enjoyable, especially with those who held the same stand, who shared the same vision, as you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days and nights were spent sharing life stories, debating over life's big questions, questioning one's view and stand, laughing and tearing at all the challenges, having quiet time with the creator, enjoying each others' company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Gal.. It seems like the entire stage belongs to you.. " People came to me, one after another, once I finished my sharings at the very last night. I wasn't prepared at all, it happened kinda last minute, so I had it ran thru my mind once, prayed shortly, took deep breath, and went for it. My mind was totally blank the moment I'd done, but I saw God winking at me again, must be His masterpiece again, but I like the challenge ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day, the one-whole-week conference came to its end, signified the beginning of my another journey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached back Welly, "yum cha" with those who followed us to Welly, went back to my hall, "dinner" with my friends in Weir, got my laundry done, re-packed my luggage, called airport shuttle, talked to mum, slept, woke up, caught up shuttle, arrived at airport, check-in, boarded, kicked off another journey.. All these were done in less than 12 hours lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the golden opportunity to see the night view as well as sunrise during my flight. Staring at the magnificent scenery and the breathtaking view, I did nothing but enjoyed the creator's work to the maximum. All that fear and insecurity were gone, left with calm and soothing feelings. " It's gonna be a wonderful trip.. ", I told myself before I fell asleep on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it turned out to be a great one. I caught myself in trouble almost everyday once I touched down Christchurch, what a poor thing, you might have that playing in your mind right now. However, I was thankful for having those hard times, as sunshine was always after the rain. Thank you for those angels that I'd met!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really spend much time travelling around. Because....... Bersatu Games was going on!! I just couldn't move my feet once I stepped into the recreation centre. I endured the fact that I didn't feed my tummy the whole day, and that I didn't go to toilet for six hours or more, all I wanna do was just getting myself into the spirit of sports. All my passions as well as memories were back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story went on when I followed friends heading down south to Dunedin. Well, there was another another story, again lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Dunedin Airport, the temperature was 0.2 'C. By the time I touched down Welly, the wind was so strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed all the scenery and beautiful view this time, as I was far too tired and sleepy, to the extent that I actually fell asleep even when I was standing, I did manage to take a huge glance at the sunshine-sky tho, before defeated to my sleepiness lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, back in my room, my Weir, my Vics, my Welly, again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni has entered its third week. My results for last trimester were well done, thank you God for His blessing in my studies. However I can't deny the fact that there is always and still space for me to improve more. Another four papers this trimester, Chemistry, Biology of Disease, Commercial Law, as well as Communication Studies. More challenging I reckon but at the same time more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha. Something funny suddenly popped into my mind. Hahahahahahaha. Well there would be another story as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-HeHyM3Z3U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-HeHyM3Z3U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most ordinary trivial concern turns into an eternal story..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-738274912231600074?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/738274912231600074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=738274912231600074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/738274912231600074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/738274912231600074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/07/most-important-trivial-concern.html' title='The most important trivial concern'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RqrA_xanvCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l5KyVkx8QU8/s72-c/Picture(81).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-4517821732565782977</id><published>2007-06-26T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:56.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity Awaits ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RoBL26wuk8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/37owsrfiuJA/s1600-h/eternity_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080143786532574146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RoBL26wuk8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/37owsrfiuJA/s400/eternity_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... wearing the fragnance of eternity, for man and woman, demands change - it does not sit easily alongside the shabby clothes of our old nature. Living for eternity brings new ambitions and a new way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I'll be heading up north to a place called Waikanae for TSCF National Student Conference which lasts for six days, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I, at the very first place, made up my mind of going for it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all and all is because I felt a strong calling deep inside my heart, by any means pushing me to sign up for it, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I thank you&lt;br /&gt;for You search me, when I was lost;&lt;br /&gt;for You know my name, before even I was borned;&lt;br /&gt;for You have made me my way, a great plan towards a new born me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I need you&lt;br /&gt;to heal my vulnerableness,&lt;br /&gt;to break my heart for what breaks Yours,&lt;br /&gt;to be able to love and to be loved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I love you&lt;br /&gt;help me to stand firm at Your feet;&lt;br /&gt;help me to shine for being a child of Yours;&lt;br /&gt;help me to see things unseen, hear things unheard;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus, I bow down, and I surrender, so take it, take over the control of my life,&lt;br /&gt;then lead me, guide me, use me, redeem me, if this is the way You want me to live my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tell You, I will just live it =)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RoBXlawuk-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/6hiqBPmghLw/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080156680024396770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RoBXlawuk-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/6hiqBPmghLw/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day right after coming back from the conference, I'll be heading down south to Christchurch and Dunedin, what a busy girl I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend told me that it's been snowing in Dunedin for days. So I'm kinda looking forward to seeing and touching the real white snow. But I hope myself won't get frozen over there haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies is time to stop now. Gotta prepare myself for the trips. New places new people for two whole weeks. Gonna be great and awesome I suppose. See you guys back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looooong!! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-4517821732565782977?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4517821732565782977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=4517821732565782977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4517821732565782977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4517821732565782977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/06/eternity-awaits.html' title='Eternity Awaits ...'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RoBL26wuk8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/37owsrfiuJA/s72-c/eternity_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-2474297225318467069</id><published>2007-06-24T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:58.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.E.A.R.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always smile. Or laugh maybe. Seems more correct =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn5N9qwuk5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/k-Awi35zm_w/s1600-h/Picture(51).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079583151566525330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn5N9qwuk5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/k-Awi35zm_w/s320/Picture(51).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nevertheless, I shed tears easily, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No. 1 - church&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No. 2 - sports&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No. 3 - real life stories&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Ok.. What are you looking forward to?? Huh.. of course I don't have photo of me shedding tears lol ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn5M4Kwuk3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/OCYO3zgVFTU/s1600-h/U370P6T12D2998234F44DT20070623133617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079581957565617010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn5M4Kwuk3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/OCYO3zgVFTU/s320/U370P6T12D2998234F44DT20070623133617.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thierry Henry is leaving English Premier League (Arsenal) for Spanish Premier League (Barcelona). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's not really my favourite soccer player, but he is the one to whom I pay my respect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His ability to score one-on-ones. His pace. His contribution in assists. Soul of Arsenal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last saw him in NBA Final supporting his buddy. Well. Things change as time does. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn5MyKwuk2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/xPjHh8UMLXA/s1600-h/timduncan_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079581854486401890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn5MyKwuk2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/xPjHh8UMLXA/s320/timduncan_banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim Duncan, the San Antonio Spurs' leader, just got his fourth championship =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The stoic and selfless foundation. One of the best center forward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Once the champion is in hand, Tony Parker got the MVP, whole team was cheering..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;guess what was he doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn5MtKwuk1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/iVAdVzlbsyI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079581768587055954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn5MtKwuk1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/iVAdVzlbsyI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was found at one corner, hugging his little daughter, sharing the moment with his wife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When the MVP was given away to other people, he was the one who clapped the hardest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not keen to be under limelight. Help his team to find their roles. Be happy for others' achievement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's the man!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn5MkKwuk0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/MXj7fPQtB08/s1600-h/Img250634954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079581613968233282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn5MkKwuk0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/MXj7fPQtB08/s320/Img250634954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the other hand, Real Madrid won their champion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the picture above gained my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After spending four years in a place not belonged to him, after experiencing all the ups and downs, he finally walked away with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn5MgKwukzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/3baBIVFNV8A/s1600-h/Img250634936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079581545248756530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn5MgKwukzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/3baBIVFNV8A/s320/Img250634936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never know how to see this man, David Beckham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if put aside all those glamour, he was a good captain, is a legendary player, a loving father, of course =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An English thinker once wrote, “If you sow your seeds with faith and you care for them with perseverance, it's only a question of time until you reap a harvest of rewards.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How right it is, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-2474297225318467069?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2474297225318467069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=2474297225318467069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/2474297225318467069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/2474297225318467069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/06/tears.html' title='T.E.A.R.S.'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn5N9qwuk5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/k-Awi35zm_w/s72-c/Picture(51).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6316143186266668705</id><published>2007-06-24T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:15:15.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.A.D.I.A.N.T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Rodrigo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Or should I say Oi instead =) I've seen your message/comment in my post entitled "The Man with A Plan". Obrigado, aprecie, contente de ouvir-se de você!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am always proud to be able to speak or at least understand many languages, but definitely not this time. My friends and I, in addition we know more than ten languages in total, however none of us understand Portuguese. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we managed to find out that your message was written in Portuguese, an achievement I reckon, for us =P So I thank you for your words, and if I am not mistaken, you were asking me to go see your blog which was about personalized T-shirt, do I get you right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até mais. ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel in mood for some stories?? Huh?? Don't care coz I'll still carry on lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years back, when I was still in Form Five, I was emceeing a singing competition. Still remember vividly how lack of confidence I was, not because of my ability &amp; capability of emceeing such a big event, I'd done that many times, but purely because of my appearance and my look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself ugly in my dress, with my glasses on, and etc, not as shiny as other fellows. Felt like holding back and not willing to stand under the stage lights. No one noticed my fear but my dad &amp;amp; mum, they caught me, and the only thing that they told me was :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gal, let your face shines with radiant for your talent and your performance, not your look, ok.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took a deep breath, tried my very best not to bother myself with how did I look, and I went up to stage, and I talked as I was supposed to, and that evening turned out to be a great success. Teachers were impressed, parents were proud, and I realized one thing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beauty = confidence = talent = smile = humble =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day, I learn to be humble myself in every of my undertakings, and God blesses me with a lot more, more than words can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly two years back, I was a lucky girl who got the sponsorship and the opportunity to study in college. My simple small world had suddenly become a massive complicated world. That's what people say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With every blessing there comes trials."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember my friend and I were walking along the highway near IKANO, by all chance we missed all buses, so we ended up talking. She was low at that time, so I kept on talking and talking, tried to cheer her up. Finally she opened her mouth :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Min Yu, do u know that ur smile is shiny, it warms people's heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stunned for seconds, and I couldn't remember what happened next, or I don't wanna remember lol Now whenever I recall it, I'll not just smile, laugh non-stop instead. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, it was V's Days, my friends and I gathered for a dinner, where all the guys brought their own girls, and me and my friend shared one guy. Hohoho. Dinner was nice I reckoned, but that's not the main point, the highlight of the day was after the dinner, when my friend and I bid bye bye to the rest and went for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now use your imagination please. Two girls, one taller (me), one apparently shorter (my friend). I'd got roses in my hand, and she'd got her handbag. Not sure whether we were holding hands or not, couldn't really remember, but one thing for sure was that we were close. Hmm.. Get it so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reminder, it was V's Day, in other words, everything came into your sight was in pairs. Well, we were in pair too, but of the same sex, that's the problem. When we enjoyed ourselves taking photos, people were staring at us with some kinda look, one band the guitarist even came near us and played to us =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We din't really care about those people, just found it funny, who would want to spoil such a romantic atmosphere lol Finally we got into a cab, the driver was a chinese uncle, I think. So I was talking and talking, happily and excited, till I felt that my friend was staring at me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Min Yu, you looked so different so beautiful today la, wearing contact lense, and your smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I don't think I'll need to explain what went on next. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Why would I suddenly be so in mood to share about all these?! Hmm.... It is because all those things have been taking place here in Wellington. The more often it happens, the more I think back the past, the more I link everything together, the more I can't help laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Actually I seldom wear my contact lense for two reasons, firstly, I am not supposed to wear it in the lab, and I am a science student; secondly, I just don't feel like wearing it, coz I am far too lazy. Being the real me, being the comfortable me, that's my priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Min Yu ar, you are big girl lo, why don't you just take off your glasses?? Do you know that how lucky you are for having naturally curled eyelashes? Wei ar, listen to me la.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh.. I know I know.. I see how la.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Min Yu ar, how come you only dress up for this and that, u ar........... aiyo.......... ahh........... ok I give up.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh.. What do you expect me to wear for lab then.. See how la.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, it's not that I don't wanna do, it's just I don't do it for the sake of doing. All girls like to dress up, like you, so do I, but don't ever forget the purpose behind =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say that I don't have a happy ending for my "stories".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl, she brings me happiness, and lots of sufferings, she makes me see her bright future, and how dark it turns out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she's gone, and I miss her very very much, she'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, he said that I was angel, I tell you what, I don't wanna be anyone's angel. But I thank you, for causing me to appreciate my smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the darkness be taken over, let His light shine upon the earth;&lt;br /&gt;There comes hope; there comes love;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling. Smile at trials. Smiles at problems. Never cease.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus Christ name. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6316143186266668705?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6316143186266668705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6316143186266668705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6316143186266668705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6316143186266668705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/06/smiles-tears.html' title='R.A.D.I.A.N.T.'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6901693670127989563</id><published>2007-06-24T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:59.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;First of all, have a look at this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" just to say hello to u. i've read ur 'voice from the bottom of my heart', how sweet u are, a really wonderful girl. that's why i like u so much until i can't spell it. but do u know me? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... I got this message in my inbox. What do you reckon?? Huh?? To be honest, the first thing that came across my mind was that "I've got secret admirer!!" lol Ok.... I bet you think the same as me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got terrified, and then I found out this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" i'm a counselor frm SMK Triang. God bless u, bye. take care! "&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. I laughed non-stop seeing this message. What a cute and funny teacher am I having?! Hahaha. Thanks God for it was my teacher's masterpiece =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd got my first trimester coming to its end, and all my examinations done, a few weeks/days ago. Hurrayyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember that after my last lecture, everyone was on their feet giving the thunderous applause to the lecturer. And I, as sentimental as usual, felt so touched and thankful in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, without my realize. But on the other hand, knowledge gained, wisdom harvested. One ending signifies the beginning of a whole new page. Ok, is sentimental-ing enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079538556921090786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn4lZ6wukuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3Nffa5voPWU/s320/Picture(18)_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My textbook - had them fed into my little brain in just one trimester lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn4llqwukvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/F4x1PrydsJY/s1600-h/Picture(20)_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079538758784553714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn4llqwukvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/F4x1PrydsJY/s320/Picture(20)_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My "blood &amp; sweat" - see those piles of papers in the fails, they're excluding my lecture notes, all are my handwork lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My last paper was Chemistry, the easiest for most of the students, yet the most insecure one for myself. Anyway, it's all over now, yoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I stepped into my room, with my body tired, and my mind exhausted, I'd got this weird feeling that &lt;strong&gt;IT IS HERE&lt;/strong&gt;!! Nah. I told myself that my sixth sense wouldn't be that accurate, so I just din't bother myself with the feeling that &lt;strong&gt;IT IS HERE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a text came in, I looked at its content, and yes, I was terrified again!! &lt;em&gt;" Hey min yu, &lt;strong&gt;IT IS HERE&lt;/strong&gt;, enjoy treasuring it ya =) ".&lt;/em&gt; Without any hesitation, I ran out of my room for it. Guess what?! &lt;strong&gt;IT IS THERE&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079543483248579330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn4p4qwukwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9bLDFmjlaf0/s320/Picture(27).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;There it is. Har?! U thought what =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn4qaqwukxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/YfZp5vckfq0/s1600-h/Picture(25).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079544067364131602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn4qaqwukxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/YfZp5vckfq0/s320/Picture(25).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ginseng hair shampoo. Milk body shampoo. Baby oils. Lip moisturizers. Clothes. What not =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn4rYKwukyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NZF07PnZQzI/s1600-h/Picture(29).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079545123926086434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn4rYKwukyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NZF07PnZQzI/s320/Picture(29).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To please me up the most - my old-torn out Chinese dictionary, my best friend since primary school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you dad and mum!! Thank you bros for the CD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you Lord =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6901693670127989563?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6901693670127989563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6901693670127989563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6901693670127989563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6901693670127989563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-wonderful-day.html' title='What a wonderful day!!'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn4lZ6wukuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/3Nffa5voPWU/s72-c/Picture(18)_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-7768405284042114308</id><published>2007-06-23T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:00.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn0LBKwuksI/AAAAAAAAAVU/P16Ai4R8Ftg/s1600-h/100_1790-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079228069440295618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn0LBKwuksI/AAAAAAAAAVU/P16Ai4R8Ftg/s400/100_1790-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... This is the man - My papa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to make this post during Father's Day. Was gonna blog a long one since I'd got a lot to say. But as time goes by, things change, people change, so does my little mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Here is everything and the only thing that Im gonna tell - to make the long short!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for "protecting" me. Thank you for "controlling" me. Thank you for "advising" me. Thank you for "warning" me. If there wasn't because of you, I'll definitely be ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't just black and white, and Im standing right in the grey region. In this grey area, no one can tell what's right and what's wrong. Or maybe there's truth, it's just people don't get things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see through my eyes young people having their days spent in night clubs. Drinking, dancing, getting high, going wild, what not. I see how girls not appreciating themselves and taking the wrong steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time Im thinking, I could be one of them, desperately looking for love, yet through the wrong way the wrong person, or I could be worse, if you weren't there for me, and mum, and bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not worry about me. Your daughter is grown up. She starts seeing the world in her own way. She starts playing her role with the wisdom gifted to her. She's blessed by her heavenly father. One day one man will take over your "burden" and walk the journey with her. So do not worry about her =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated Father's Day. To my papa and everyone's dad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-7768405284042114308?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7768405284042114308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=7768405284042114308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/7768405284042114308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/7768405284042114308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/06/papa.html' title='PAPA'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rn0LBKwuksI/AAAAAAAAAVU/P16Ai4R8Ftg/s72-c/100_1790-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-3573759182290755123</id><published>2007-06-08T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:00.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man with A Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rmk-RawukpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5QiW9ylZlKM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073654924171973266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rmk-RawukpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5QiW9ylZlKM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like that tortoise, hiding myself in my little secret world, for the past whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my mind locked, my heart closed, my face shadowed, my body rested, for many many days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No smiles. No tears. Numb. Vulnerable. Miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time is different, as compared to those times that I ever had before, totally not the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the waves of life seem to fall upon me endlessly, one followed by another and anothers, &lt;strong&gt;THEY&lt;/strong&gt; were not beated to ground anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope. My passion. My dream. My vision. &lt;strong&gt;THEY&lt;/strong&gt; all survived!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my days feeding myself with cell biology, biotechnology, concept of chemistry, etc.. The more I get to know, the more I realize that, I SERVE THE MAN WITH A PLAN =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my nights looking at the starry sky, the hills, the harbour, the buildings, the streets, etc.. The more I get to see, the more I am convinced that, I SERVE THE MAN WITH A PLAN =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a wretch most of the time. I don't know how to love and I don't know how to be loved. Feel myself ugly too. For merely display God's characteristics in life. And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the Lord's love never fail to shower me, His light never cease to shine upon me. Falling down, get hurt, stand up. Through hardships I learn to live by faith &amp;amp; in love, to humble myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my examination is round at the corner. Gonna have my first paper on 12th June, yeap that's right. Conference + Christchurch + Dunedin are waiting for me ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all my friends in their exams!! Go go go!! But then how come I only can feel cold and hungry at the moment.. Tak bersemangat pun.. Haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies is enough blogging. See ya. Nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-3573759182290755123?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3573759182290755123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=3573759182290755123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3573759182290755123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3573759182290755123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/06/man-with-plan.html' title='The Man with A Plan'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rmk-RawukpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5QiW9ylZlKM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-3431059277664453585</id><published>2007-05-27T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T10:27:31.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still standing</title><content type='html'>Well. Today is SUNDAY!! Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's house is full. People need more room. So a new service will be added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastors are "weird". The way he announced about the coming &lt;em&gt;Relationship Seminar&lt;/em&gt;. The way he shared about his love story bla bla bla. Hmm sounds "bizarre".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then people enjoy it. So do I. Just can't help laughing ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot more babies are dedicated to the heavenly father. Pastor and his wife and the parents are overjoyed by those little cuties. A new generation is rising up to live their lives to praise the One who knows their names before even they were borned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A Willing Heart, A Winning Life ". Awesome. I am impacted by this powerful message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is growing. The generation is going to rock the nation. All and all is for His glory, His honour, His majesty. People is growing. More and more hearts are pouring out their willingness. Hurts are cured by His healing and miraculous powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "me" who is having hard time??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "me" who feel hurt in heart??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "me" who is lost in the midst of worldly flow??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "me" who struggle to find my way out of puzzles??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "me" who is fighting with the devils??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "me" who long for hope and refuge and peace??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "me" who is the support of vulnerable friends??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "me" who need to be supported at most of the time??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I am blessed with peace, I have no fear to walk my journey, for my hurt heart is healed and my eyes witness His miraculous work. I find myself growing too, being transformed into someone that He wants me to become, a much more better me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say standing at the feet of the King of kings, the Lord of lords, the Name above all names?? Thank you Jesus Christ!! For being my way, the truth and my life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-3431059277664453585?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3431059277664453585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=3431059277664453585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3431059277664453585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3431059277664453585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-still-standing.html' title='I am still standing'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-61804544251421410</id><published>2007-05-26T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:00.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprint - Picture</title><content type='html'>I was having allergic sinusitis attack these few days. As usual, slight fever, cold and flu all came together with it. But don't worry about me as I would say that I almost recover 97% =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good I reckon. Not to say that I have two tests coming in the following week. Not to mention that my final examination is just round at the corner. Yup what do u think? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for winter break to come. I will be joining TSCF National Student Conference which lasts for seven days. After that I most likely will go to Christchurch to spend the rest of my holidays lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;em&gt;Hardly barely smiling&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, or most of the time, I compare life to a roller coaster ride, and also to the bull and bear stock market. On one hand, life is full with challenges, uncertainties, obstacles, problems, etc, and all these lead to frustration, disappointment, down-spiritedness, and what not. On the other hand, life seems to be lovely, wonderful, awesome, fantastic,etc, the moment you go through all those I've mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to understand what life is all about aye. Even harder to explain in words what life is for you aye. I don't have an ultimate answer myself, or do I want to? Heard from somewhere that " &lt;em&gt;Life is too amazing to be a meaningless and random consequence of the Universe. There has to be a God, something out there - you just have to feel it &lt;/em&gt;". My brain, this little human mind could never ever understand what is God the Almighty playing in His, the superb incredible mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decide not to trouble myself by putting massive effort to figure that out, no way. He is the creator of the universe, and He is in charge of everything. Then look at me, I don't even know how to take care of myself. All I am able to do is just to become a girl in His light, be obedient to His words, do accordingly to His will. Let my "such-a-mess" life be taken over, because He will turn it into a fruitful and purposeful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on!! Just imagine that how great your life will be if you've got Superman + Doraemon + Phd. + Financial Expert + Social Adviser + ... to give you a hand in coping with your life, studies, financial problem, social life and stuff?? And what I am telling now is far more greater than that!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I surrender my life to Jesus, the best person that I've ever known, what do I need to do is just to "listen" and "act", I am still not living a perfect life. I am just not perfect, but He loves me =) I seriously can't think of what my life would be if I was the one who in charge of my life. Disaster huh?! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;em&gt;Smiling Broadly Shinny&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. hmm.. to be honest, I was supposed to post a pretty sad article one, at least that was my motive to blog at the very first place, to release electrons, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I end up posting such a positive article, at least it has a happy ending. See Jesus can even play a role as an entertainer, to cheer His girl up ^_^ Appreciate my blog too, it serves as the best place for me to "talk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give my post its best ending, here is the bonus, a picture I love, and to my surprise, many of you like ( inc those who ask it from me or those who compliment me for it ), with whatsoever reasons =) But then bear in your mind, I possess the absolute right to love this picture ya, you people can only admire it, hohoho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RlfN0h_SBxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/kY9UTtnta-4/s1600-h/shou+hou.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068746207989466898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RlfN0h_SBxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/kY9UTtnta-4/s400/shou+hou.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-61804544251421410?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/61804544251421410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=61804544251421410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/61804544251421410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/61804544251421410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/05/footprint-picture.html' title='Footprint - Picture'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RlfN0h_SBxI/AAAAAAAAAUw/kY9UTtnta-4/s72-c/shou+hou.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6336832452792895399</id><published>2007-05-20T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:01.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Above All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RlAQQh_SBwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xy2-uQTapbo/s1600-h/untitled+7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066567456979552002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RlAQQh_SBwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xy2-uQTapbo/s400/untitled+7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see. I hear. I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do nothing but standing speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly I do not want to be anyone alse!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realize that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot do anything and I do not want to do anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without Your Presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creator. Saviour. Majesty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6336832452792895399?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6336832452792895399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6336832452792895399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6336832452792895399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6336832452792895399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-see.html' title='Name Above All'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RlAQQh_SBwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xy2-uQTapbo/s72-c/untitled+7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-7248060140339069642</id><published>2007-05-13T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:01.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMA</title><content type='html'>My day has its lovely start today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this Kiwi/or Maori uncle in Weir House and we talked for a while. He noticed the bible in my hand and thus knew that I was going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me such a broad smile and kept repeating that " Good girl good girl!! May God bless you!! " Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Normally I "hate" when people call me good girl and say that I look innocent. To my surprise, not this time =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge myself must post today because &lt;strong&gt;IT'S MOTHER'S DAY !!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I always thought that it's kinda "hard" to be a man, u know.. It seems like MEN must be tough and strong (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which means they can't cry&lt;/span&gt;), able to carry responsibility and deal with pressure (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as society has exerted more expectation on men&lt;/span&gt;), love and protect their another half and family (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of course la!! no doubt!! =P&lt;/span&gt; )..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because as I grow up, I've got the best protection ever from my papa and bros, so Im kinda "salute" men in some ways. I still do now actually, just today is mother's day, so must beri muka and mengampu a bit. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, eventually I find out that it's even harder to be a woman, u know.. Why would I say that?? It's all and all because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woman = Daughter + Sister + Friend ( Phase 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woman = Girlfriend + Wife + Mother ( Phase 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woman = &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet for me to figure out more.. Takkan I wanna put " grandmum " lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;which mean they are playing so many roles in their life!! Though u might argue that all these apply to man also what.. But then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who give u birth and suffer the ten months of pregnancy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who stand at your side when u get scolded by dad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on and on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: It's actually because my brain is not working anymore.. All blank.. So to be continued la =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO MY DEAREST MAMA!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rkb-ncTc2kI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XnZgsaen2Eg/s1600-h/Picture+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064014784590830146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rkb-ncTc2kI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XnZgsaen2Eg/s400/Picture+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And everyone's mummy too =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-7248060140339069642?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7248060140339069642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=7248060140339069642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/7248060140339069642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/7248060140339069642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-day-has-its-lovely-start-today-i-met.html' title='MAMA'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rkb-ncTc2kI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XnZgsaen2Eg/s72-c/Picture+169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-5573404283674758784</id><published>2007-05-12T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:08:37.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You say.. But I know..</title><content type='html'>* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have my lab report and essay due on Mon, and project and assignment due on Tue, but now, &lt;strong&gt;I AM BLOGGING =P&lt;/strong&gt; Lord, I thank you for your blessings in my studies, you have made all the impossibles become possible for me =)&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone&lt;em&gt; : Hey!! How are you??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;em&gt; : Hihi.. Im fine. Thank you =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone&lt;em&gt; : So how's life in New Zealand??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;em&gt; : Hmm.. It's GREAT!! I love Welly very much =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. There is no doubt that I am telling the truth ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as I always do =P&lt;/span&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life in Welly, very very much indeed. Never thought I would enjoy this much before, thank you Lord for knowing what is the best for me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nevertheless&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;living a great life does not mean living a purposeful life&lt;/span&gt;. Sound simple yet deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always busy, with my studies, church &amp; ICF, Weir House and friends, and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that I was kinda enjoying my "busy" life, I really really did. Just I was tired and exhausted most of the time, I "consumed" my body far beyond it could afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nevertheless&lt;/strong&gt;, the Lord of my life sees me and He knows me, and through the spirit I realize of my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had everything done well, proud to say that. BUT I eventually forgot about what should I prioritize in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning once I opened my eyes, I had the whole day passed in the midst of busyness, till at night I lied on my bed exhaustedly. Even worse was I was really enjoying my busy life, such a smart way the devil used to part me from my purposes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nevertheless&lt;/strong&gt;, my creator is in work, He goes before me shielding my way, and His hands of blessings bring me away from the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now shout to the devil that I shall have no fear because I have His love, showered by His amazing grace, what a gracious God I am serving!! My heart is overflowed with peace and rest, in His presence, as Jesus said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. " - Matthew 11:28-30 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say that I alone can change the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I know it's by the spirit of the Lord &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;music playing&lt;/span&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;Nites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-5573404283674758784?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5573404283674758784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=5573404283674758784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5573404283674758784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5573404283674758784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-my-lab-report-and-essay-due-on.html' title='You say.. But I know..'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-4751927584136827868</id><published>2007-05-06T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:02.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She shall be called 'woman'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS : Was thinking I would have extremely busy weekends but apparently I was wrong. Thanks God for blessing me and my assignments. That's why I get to post before the next wave of busyness come upon me. Hohoho =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my twentieth birthday was awesome!! Tho totally different from what I'd planned for myself. I did my so-called "count down" talking to my papa, mama, Xian, and Jie. Well, ur daughter and ur sister are now big girl already!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Ok, what kinda looks are that?! hmm.. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around half past twelve midnight, my door was BANGGG!! The first thing that came into my mind was " Oh goshhh.. Takkan they got drunk till this extent.. Should I open it?? " I did. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I opened the door, I was shocked to become speechless!! Came into my sight were three girls in pyjamas holding lovely presents in their hands!! Obviously they had been waiting for me for nearly half an hour as I was on phone =P &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Ok, I shall never forget ur sleepy looks.. lol )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rj2xs8Tc2jI/AAAAAAAAAUY/FH9Y67L_2dE/s1600-h/100_1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061396941894375986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rj2xs8Tc2jI/AAAAAAAAAUY/FH9Y67L_2dE/s320/100_1959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terima kasih banyak-banyak!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Appreciate u all took the risk of gaining weight eating curry laksa and cheesecake with me )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Other than that, my email inbox, cell phone inbox were nearly exploded!! No kidding man.. Am I showing off?! Of course no.. Im just being honest lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For friends in Malaysia, I would like very much to acknowledge u all here, but.. I don't have any photos with me at the moment.. sigh =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For friends in New Zealand, I guess I will just show girls' photos, as I don't think I am supposed to run out of my topic/title &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( see above )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rj2xMcTc2iI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xIiAGz5zE64/s1600-h/100_1667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061396383548627490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rj2xMcTc2iI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xIiAGz5zE64/s320/100_1667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pra!! I was soooo touched by ur words and blessings *sob sob*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Especially thank u for showing ur "jiwang-ness" to me.. Jitra = Jiwang ?! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rj2xGcTc2hI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vonByyqSlQY/s1600-h/100_1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061396280469412370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rj2xGcTc2hI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vonByyqSlQY/s320/100_1683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jess!! Glad to hear ur sweet sweet voice again ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faster say YES lo.. then we can talk face to face.. dun wanna let Vodafone to earn our money ma&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rj2w_8Tc2gI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ucugPui7uIk/s1600-h/Yee+Meei+and+Min+Yu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061396168800262658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rj2w_8Tc2gI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ucugPui7uIk/s320/Yee+Meei+and+Min+Yu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emay!! U tak boleh harap punya la.. still as lazy as before =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( There is 95% confidence that.... haha I study the quantitative analysis too.. in statistics )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rj2w48Tc2fI/AAAAAAAAAT4/D7glwOswFSc/s1600-h/P1010191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061396048541178354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rj2w48Tc2fI/AAAAAAAAAT4/D7glwOswFSc/s320/P1010191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yi Xin!! Ur text was the longest.. yet fantastic =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I know I know.. how could I not know that u have put in a lot of effort in it.. hehe )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And.. my birthday surprises lasted till the following two days.. yeap. Truly appreciate all the wishes and blesses!! I ended my birthday hugging by my Kiwi friends and my RA one by one in front of my room. I felt like I was doing hongi again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH TO ALL OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Curious about what are the wishes that I make for myself.. ya I see u nodding hard..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;err..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna be a Woman of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I think I prefer to stick to "&lt;strong&gt;Girl of God&lt;/strong&gt;".. sounds much more better lol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So what do we/I mean by becoming a girl of God.. ya I see u continue nodding even harder..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;err..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DON'T KNOW LER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, my God knows. It so happens that my bible track for this week is all about the women of the bible!! Praise be the Lord. Amen!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" This is now bone of my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and flesh of my flesh;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she shall be called 'woman'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for she was taken out of man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Genesis 2:23-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He has make me a way.. all I need to do is just to let my heart be taken over control by Him.. and I shall have a fruitful life ahead =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rj2wjcTc2cI/AAAAAAAAATg/qXNijIeOlRg/s1600-h/eternity_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rj2wfMTc2bI/AAAAAAAAATY/pq9Cnw7X5S0/s1600-h/Picture(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061395606159546802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rj2wfMTc2bI/AAAAAAAAATY/pq9Cnw7X5S0/s320/Picture(18).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-4751927584136827868?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4751927584136827868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=4751927584136827868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4751927584136827868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4751927584136827868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/05/ps-was-thinking-i-would-have-extremely.html' title='She shall be called &apos;woman&apos;'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rj2xs8Tc2jI/AAAAAAAAAUY/FH9Y67L_2dE/s72-c/100_1959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-2607194930256172192</id><published>2007-05-05T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:52:52.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance dance dance</title><content type='html'>Yoooooo !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what ?! ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.. just.. came back.. from dance lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read from somewhere that &lt;em&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God's grace fall upon us everyday every moment everywhere.. but we never really realized about it.. or even worse.. do we wanna acknowledge it??&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I've got one add-on towards this that &lt;em&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God's always in work.. giving impact in our lives.. whether we feel that He is close.. or He is distant.. the thing is.. He is there!!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed up for a Barn Dance ( Line Dance ) night last Sunday. Did it without any proper consideration. Din't know what's that all about. Nor where would it be held. Din't bother about the transportation. Nor who else would be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never crossed my mind that I would go for such thing. Dance?! No way.. I know myself.. and u all know me =P I guess at the very moment I'd got some kinda calling deep inside my heart pushing me to put my name on the sign-up form..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after two days I was struggling, and I planned to just pay the money and pulled off. I tried every ways and means I'd got but due to many many "indescribable" "supernatural" or "weird" reasons.. I failed.. That's why I ended up going for it, the dance, today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All participants were asked to dress up in country gears and stuff. But I just din't bother too much about all those. Wore sport shoes instead of boots, etc, just braided my hair, done. Yeap of course I din't forget to pray and then comfort myself that " Just dance for God.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I tried to be very low-profiled, staying at the very back of the line, and yeap, enjoyed myself with those steps. I would say it was fun tho, my partners were nice, and I found out I had "talent" in following the steps ( ps: I was saying "following", not "dancing" k )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were called to take out the half pocker card that they gave us during our entries and matched the other half from our partners. For ur info, I met mine very fast, but I doubted whether it could be considered as lucky or unlucky. Why?! Just continue reading =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner was a Kiwi, well, nothing wrong to do with him. But he was asked by the demonstrator to bring his partner, which was me, up to the stage, together with three other pairs. He walked up like he was supposed to and I had no choice but followed =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. my very intention was to have a peaceful night.. that simple.. yet so hard.. I was talking to God " Are u kidding me?! " At that moment I'd got all the limelight, and yeap, hundred pairs of eyes, looking at me =I Recalled back, I din't feel nervous tho, hmm, it's unusual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remained on the stage and became the "living model" of everyone else. I couldn't remember anything clearly, just myself being swing, turn, bla bla bla. Amazingly at that moment, I felt like I was dancing because I was free inside. Din't care about the movements and steps, just dance in His kingdom, with His people. It was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now u are gonna say that u've got what I was trying to tell. Nope.. u are not getting me right.. yet. As it was just the beginning, as I came down from the stage, I went straight into the crowd right before the last dance got started. And guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were asked to dance the last one and the best team would be awarded. Out of no reason and so coincidentally I was in the team that ended up winning the so-called competition. And I had to go up the stage, again!! I was like " Dear God.. are u kidding me.. again?! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course u wouldn't get any response from Him.. la.. Is that playing in ur mind right now?? lol But believe it or not, He did, Im pretty sure that He was winking at me, yeap I do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What kinda of God do I serve?? I ask myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He knows me better than I do. He wants to bless me in anything that I involve. He knows what I need before even I open my mouth. And.. He loves me.. in a way that I could never ever imagine with my little human mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly is.. He never "curi tulang" He never complain of having to do so much work!! Instead of that.. He is always in work.. His grace is always upon all His children!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no regret going for the dance =) Not because of my partner was the key person in church.. Not because of I got to dance with my favourite worship singer in service.. Not because of my another partner looked like David Tao.. Not because of the title as best dance team.. ( Kinda, maybe lol )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all and all because I'd got to dance with my heart, in freedom!! I take it as a blessing, so that I can continue dancing in the freedom I get and in the kingdom I belong to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what You have been trying to let me know the whole week, isn't it?? Yeap.. Im pretty sure I see You winking.. again!! Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-2607194930256172192?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2607194930256172192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=2607194930256172192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/2607194930256172192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/2607194930256172192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/05/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance dance dance'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-5092739765724592642</id><published>2007-05-04T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T17:26:38.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold my hands tight</title><content type='html'>I am tired. Very very tired indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally will not blog in the morning. I am a night person. Remember??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this heart, my heart, is overflowed, and overwhelmed, by ?? with ?? Only God knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I was turning twenty yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than wishes, blessings, hanging outs, presents, hugs, hurrays.. What else??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed awake many nights ( or I could not have my mind shut down ) and think and think and think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a heart-to-heart talk with my God, the Lord, and most importantly, my Creator, the one who gives me life, and everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think of what He has done for me, His love, His unfailing forgiveness, the amazing grace, the mercy and the everything.. .... .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my hands spread out, my head bows, my heart then cries out to the Lord, " Who am I to be Your child of light?! What do You want me to do in this life that You have given me?! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night falls silent. But my heart continues crying out to Him, " Come to me.. Redeem me.. Use me.. Stay with me.. Lead me.. Guide me.. I need You.. In walking every step of my journey!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am just an imperfect human. I do not know how to deal with this world, and its people. I tend to get lost. And I do not manage to find my way out, without Your presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Staring at the starry sky, I see You seated on Your throne, high and exalted, so far yet so close. At that moment, I feel like I do not want to be anything else, but Your child, Your girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So.. I decide to give You my heart, and my everything.. And do all things according to Your will..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Protect me, when the world is spinning madly around me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Safeguard me, when the devils are in any means trying to part me from You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lead me, so that my heart will no longer be tossed back and forth by the waves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guide me, so that this heart will be blown here and there by winds no more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold my hands tightly and keep them in Your palms.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure You will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-5092739765724592642?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5092739765724592642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=5092739765724592642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5092739765724592642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5092739765724592642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/05/will-you.html' title='Hold my hands tight'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-4601821058322651081</id><published>2007-04-24T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:03.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friend..s</title><content type='html'>Keen for a poem?? Here is a special one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when there is a plane, there is a leave....&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;u maybe to another country far away from me,&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;but I still will send my best of care through the moon, please... please remember me when you see the moon...&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;not that I am as round as the moon, but my heart of missing you is as round as the moon.....&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;just like seasons you will know, when winter goes here come the spring, when you miss me just see the moon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my new home, although it is not a bungalow, not really nice in look and not grand enough....&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;but u can see Kuantan view through here!&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;sometimes it will bring very nice surprise such as fire games....&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;home... a warm and a place that open wide to you...&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;though maybe it is not the best looking but it is a imaginative to a better life!!&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;**&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The above is a poem written by my little cousin. No bombastic words, yet touching my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Ri3jylA-EhI/AAAAAAAAASo/MIYrM98oEMc/s1600-h/Picture(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056948414676079122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Ri3jylA-EhI/AAAAAAAAASo/MIYrM98oEMc/s320/Picture(18).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tired as a result of having five hours classes continuosly today. But something was waiting for me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056948663784182306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Ri3kBFA-EiI/AAAAAAAAASw/yuA9x_jeyyg/s320/Picture(17).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the huge mysterious envelope was a hilarious card as shown, "Mad about U", hahahahahahahaaaaaaaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Ri3jtVA-EgI/AAAAAAAAASg/MnC-5fMApG4/s1600-h/Picture(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056948324481765890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Ri3jtVA-EgI/AAAAAAAAASg/MnC-5fMApG4/s320/Picture(19).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other than the card was a letter of three pages long!! Reading thru it many times and suddenly I realized that.. OLD FRIEND..s!! I miss u!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin, I become speechless looking at ur letter.. what I can say is just.. thank you thank you thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.. of course I will reply.. err.. praying for my "ilham" to come soon la.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As compensation, I "curi-curi" tell u what u were wondering about.. open ur eyes wide and read carefully o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.. actually I know about KW' s girlfriend.. Even worse to tell is.. I knew before they officially became together.. Even even worse is.. he showed me their photo two days before I left Malaysia.. Even even even worse is.. I had the privilege to see how the girl looked before his mum did.. The worst is.. u will never wanna know.. hmm.. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Hey KW, oops.. did I just say something that I was not supposed to?? Huh?? Haha.. Anyway, it doesn't violate our promise ya.. coz everyone knows edi what.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why.. But I really really feel like laughing.. May I?? Don't care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA HEHE HOHOHO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-4601821058322651081?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4601821058322651081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=4601821058322651081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4601821058322651081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4601821058322651081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/04/old-friends.html' title='Old Friend..s'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Ri3jylA-EhI/AAAAAAAAASo/MIYrM98oEMc/s72-c/Picture(18).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-3455395341306692276</id><published>2007-04-19T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:04.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala - Crazy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm.. Just got my essay done.. Had my assignments and lab report all done the other day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT.. My tests and project are still waiting ahead of me.. That's what people call "campus life" huh =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And.. For ur information.. Im still having my holidays!! So.. I decide to take a break tonight.. Who cares!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT.. What to tell ler.. Never mind.. I guess I just lalala.. Again lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pada suatu malam..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RidI5lA-EeI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3NAno5kLuxM/s1600-h/jln2+(25).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055089260772594146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RidI5lA-EeI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3NAno5kLuxM/s320/jln2+(25).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was "dragged" out of my room..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;by my senior's flatmate - the driver..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and my Weir friend - the pinky girl..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055087512720904594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RidHT1A-EZI/AAAAAAAAARo/ynei5GgSqUM/s320/jln2+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There were we!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Oriental Bay!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In a windy cold night!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RidIyVA-EdI/AAAAAAAAASI/Z5bkoRmubwI/s1600-h/jln2+(23).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055089136218542546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RidIyVA-EdI/AAAAAAAAASI/Z5bkoRmubwI/s320/jln2+(23).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and the gal were treated makan..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;before we headed to shop for dessert..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then we stopped in front of parliament for a while..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055088388894232994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RidIG1A-EaI/AAAAAAAAARw/7WxJ5Bf9g0Y/s320/jln2+(34).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; yeap of course a photo is a must!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then we went to senior / his flatmate's house!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we were served apple pie and green tea by them!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055095454115434994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RidOiFA-EfI/AAAAAAAAASY/-5Tg-Pdkl_I/s320/jln2+(17).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;watched a movie called "Highlander"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;with blanket covered the whole body and two heaters on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;till midnight then only we were sent back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum thought what happened to me as she failed to call my landline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then only after that she found out how crazy her daughter was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I think she rather wanted me to have my night passed in that way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead of staying in my room &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok is lalala finish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-3455395341306692276?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3455395341306692276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=3455395341306692276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3455395341306692276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3455395341306692276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/04/lalala-crazy-night.html' title='lalala - Crazy Night'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RidI5lA-EeI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3NAno5kLuxM/s72-c/jln2+(25).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-2839572200792716801</id><published>2007-04-15T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:04.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Him The Miracle Maker</title><content type='html'>I love being under the sun !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going thru rainy + windy + cold days and nights, the lovely sun finally shows its lovely face, what a beautiful day, and it is a Sunday ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking along the Oriental Bay after church, enjoying the chocolate flavoured New Zealand ice-cream, chit-chatting with friends.. What else could I ask for more?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before, I didn't step out of my room except for lunch and dinner. Yup.. I could imagine my dad staring at me and pleading me to go out if I was back at home. Pity my dad lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then u must be wondering what on earth was I doing in my room for those few days. Sorry to tell that I have no idea at all. Well, only God knows =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in ur own comfort zone is never ever a good thing for ur growth. I know that, and God knows better than I do. That's why I was out of my room for these three days, and nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Hey minyu!! Wanna go out and have a look at the night view of Welly?? Come on!! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Hey gal!! We are having a gathering for DVDs and snacks tonight.. So just join us?? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Yo!! Gal!! Wanna join us for girls' night?? Do come la.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. what not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment all these texts bombarded my cell phone, I had bitter smile on my face. I just knew it.. This is not the first time tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im far too passive to step out and at the same time God just can't tahan to see me rotting anymore, so he arranges me a lot of plans, all I need to do is just to follow his will. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post those photos of me at the bay and on top of Mount Vic and in front of the Parliament in the midst of windy and freezing cold night. But later maybe =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I thought myself was being too teruk in living my life, people's comments give a totally opposite view on me, without my realize.. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Hey minyu, u are so innocent, so guai, so good girl la.. " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Normally I won't care what people think about me, but when it comes to the extent that everyone's telling the same thing, and even a 17-year-old girl, I start pondering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Hey gal ar, please do me a favour and look after XXX so that she will grow in christ k.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. To my surprise, no one treats me as a new Christian at all, instead they all trust something or someone into my hand, and that boosts my growth =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Eh one day u will be so thankful of having minyu around u.. She has put in a lot of hard work and effort in u.. So that u don't go wrong tapping between the fine line of rights and wrongs.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I was overwhelmed by shock when I heard this conversation, such thing had never come across my mind before, I was just doing what I thought I should do, according to His will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Nope.. I already feel so thankful to have minyu with me.. If not.. I don't know what's gonna happen to me.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I almost cried when I heard it, I never expected this at all, this is not what I ask for, it's not about me, it's all about Him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real story told by my friend just now when he sent me and my friend back to Weir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to him, he was brought to Christ by a friend who used to be a drug addict. Out of curiosity, the friend had a try on party pill and he got addicted to it since after his very first try. He was so painful and suffered but he couldn't help to go and have more of it. Life was like hell and he just couldn't take it anymore. Finally he turned to God for rescue, he gave his life to God and asked God to save him from the indescribable suffer. At last, he was saved, by God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" He was saved. And then he saved my life. "&lt;/em&gt; That's what my friend said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another testimonial from another friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hers is far too complicated and it's an ongoing story. In short, her family was saved by God's unlimitted power. Though life can't be smooth and happy every moment, but at least it's turning to be a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" If I never get to know God, I think I already die at the moment. "&lt;/em&gt; That's how she ended her sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about me?? Myself??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would say that if I didn't accept Christ into my life, I could still live a good life as how I grew up. Going to university, having a career, meet someone and get married, having a family with kids, and what not. Yup, I see u nodding now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I can tell for sure that, &lt;em&gt;" I will have died, not physically, but spiritually and souly, if I don't get to know God in my life. " &lt;/em&gt;Now I see u puzzled already =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I never get the opportunity to draw myself nearer to God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If my friend and u all gave me up the moment I had given myself up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I never sense God's presense and taste His goodness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If love and forgiveness and grace and mercy never fall upon me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I never find out the purpose of my life on earth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If faith and God's conscious mean nothing to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If.. and only if.. what my life would be then.. I could never be able to tell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Im walking towards a better life, with His favour upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that He is using me to carry out His purpose and His plan for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I look at the city Im in at night, Im impressed by His work, He definitely knows what's the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I find that life is difficult as I alone have to face all the challenges, Im amazed by His grace that overcomes all alse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if u ask me how's my life after accepting Christ into my life, below is my answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am standing at the feet of the miracle maker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am staring in the face of the miracle maker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am walking in the shoes of my miracle maker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am standing with the faith of a miracle maker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053598143416911650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RiH8vH_wRyI/AAAAAAAAARY/ofzOmCJ58wE/s400/trust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-2839572200792716801?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2839572200792716801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=2839572200792716801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/2839572200792716801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/2839572200792716801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/04/call-him-miracle-maker.html' title='Call Him The Miracle Maker'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RiH8vH_wRyI/AAAAAAAAARY/ofzOmCJ58wE/s72-c/trust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-5842786661633753616</id><published>2007-04-12T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:44:13.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latte + Mochaccino = ??</title><content type='html'>I am a night person. I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to figure stuff out when the night falls. Don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep again tonight. Must be the latte and the mochaccino that I took just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched " A Walk To Remember ". Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the feeling was totally different. Can't really tell why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was touched seeing how an overwhelming faith led to a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had all the emails and messages replied. All of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my bro, my cousins, my friends. Your concerns make my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best in ur studies, examinations, applications for university, jobs, and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup I might feel homesick sometimes. But not that serious tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that I am having great time here in New Zealand. I really really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I wonder why would I end up here. At least I am searching for my rightful purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always blessed by people around me. I know it's by ur grace =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leviticus 26:20 I will look on you with favor and make you fruitful ..&lt;/span&gt;&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/3372878739744045520-5842786661633753616?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5842786661633753616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=5842786661633753616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5842786661633753616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5842786661633753616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-night-person.html' title='Latte + Mochaccino = ??'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-9147609768037265515</id><published>2007-04-12T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:05.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is late ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time&lt;/em&gt; : One evening, when everybody was on their way home from work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Place&lt;/em&gt; : NKVE Highway, Malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of a sudden, bad guys appeared and hijacked the car which the President of America, XXX was in and had him as hostage to threathen the Malaysia government to sign a treaty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual, Superman, Spiderman, as well as Batman were informed to come to the scene and did the rescue..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the problem is.. WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD BE LATE FOR THE RESCUE ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rh4QX3_wRxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zTIq40O-NkY/s1600-h/Superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052493834310666002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rh4QX3_wRxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zTIq40O-NkY/s400/Superman.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SUPERMAN?? He seemed to be too rush to have his underwear properly put on aye..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rh4QNX_wRwI/AAAAAAAAARI/o_m4SNMqlpc/s1600-h/Spiderman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052493653922039554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rh4QNX_wRwI/AAAAAAAAARI/o_m4SNMqlpc/s400/Spiderman.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SPIDERMAN?? He seemed so well-prepared with the pose on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rh4QBH_wRvI/AAAAAAAAARA/0l3zxqEVDbE/s1600-h/Batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052493443468642034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rh4QBH_wRvI/AAAAAAAAARA/0l3zxqEVDbE/s400/Batman.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BATMAN?? He seemed to have the least trouble of matching his suit's colour coz it's all black..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WHAT DO YOU RECKON?? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super hero who-would-be-late of the year goes to.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATMAN !!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ?? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and his car were stucked in the traffic jam lol &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-9147609768037265515?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/9147609768037265515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=9147609768037265515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/9147609768037265515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/9147609768037265515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-is-late.html' title='Who is late ??'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rh4QX3_wRxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zTIq40O-NkY/s72-c/Superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-1411759044123919036</id><published>2007-04-09T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:06.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father . Son . Spirit</title><content type='html'>Im tired. But I couldn't sleep. So I decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea of what Good Friday and Easter Sunday are about? Huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer would be "hmm.." and "err.." if I was not who I am today. All is about Him =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Welly for an easter camp in Fieldings, which was organised by Welly ICF and Palmy OCF. It was a getaway from weeks of tests and assignments, and most importantly, had my first Good Friday and Easter Sunday celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall share about the details of camp next time when I am in the right mode. Still waiting for photos to come back to me. Brought my camera but din't bother to take any pictures. Always thought that my eyes were the best camera and my brain were the best memory card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051402726631782274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RhowBDJTt4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/XBlxrWRoCRc/s320/DauphinLawson-stars.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Here I am to worship.. Here I am to bow down.. Here I am to say that you're my God..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're altogether lovely.. Altogether worthy.. Altogether wonderful to me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never know.. How much it costs.. To see my sin upon the cross.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Under the twinkling of starry sky, together with my spiritual family, I worshipped, I praised, I called out for Him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Again, I felt that the whole world only me and Him left. I rejoiced in His presence, and touched by His warmth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yup. I am walking a wonderful journey nowadays. And I am becoming a better me bit by bit. Praise the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;People around me open their heart to You and long for knowing You more. They said they wondered why I am different. But I say all the glory and honour belong to You alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I left camp earlier for church Easter Production. On the way home, the van was having backfirings in the middle of nowhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The rest in the car were in their wary looks. To my surprise, I din't panic at all but instead was able to smile to comfort those in the shock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For I knew surely that my Lord would be taking care of me, as He always does. Therefore I fell asleep after I finished saying prayer in my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When I opened my eyes again, I was in Welly, safe and sound. And I was in time for the production. Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RhowLTJTt5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/F0tDNNIhi9w/s1600-h/Picture(62).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051402902725441426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RhowLTJTt5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/F0tDNNIhi9w/s400/Picture(62).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;First time attending an easter production. So it turned out to be totally different from what I had got in my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There was a drama on stage. The storyline lied between a father and his son. Came along was a conversation between "life" and a lost person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, it was indeed a normal story. Nothing special. But it could be said that every single person in the opera house were crying their heart out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I could see people passing tissues around and I could hear people blowing their nose. But only after such a long time then I realised about all these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Father loves his Son with all his effort. He is always be with the Son going thru all the ups and downs in Son's life. He is the one the Son can trust and rely fully on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;However, eventually Son becomes distant from the Father. He chooses to follow the worldly standard and rejects to receive any concerns and care from Father anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Everyone is so upset at the Son but the Father never fail to have faith. He strongly believes that one day the Son will repent and return to him. He never lose hope in Son.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It takes time for the Son to realise everything, how deep the love the Father lays on him, how great the grace the Father has upon him. Father sacrifices everything to save his life!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Looking at the Father on the bed, his body is cold, but he has smile on his face, because he knows that he has his Son back at last. This is all he wants, that simple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I cried. Not just tears coming down. Out of what reason I din't know. I was just crying my burdened heart out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I felt no one's presence but His. My heart was emptied and filled by spirit. Every breath that I took was so significant. It was all because of Him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The unfailing love. The moment the Son died on the cross for me, I receive the love which never fail, which is far beyond what I deserve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The forgiveness. The moment the Son had His blood shed, I have my sin paid off and am able to have relationship with God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The resurrection. The moment the Son was raised victoriously from death, I know that I shall have no fear trusting in Him whose name is above all names.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If ur God is so good, why are u having hard time in life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For He wants me to grow. No one will grow without going thru hard time, won't they? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Why do u wanna give ur life to Him instead of having control over ur life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For He is the creator of everything. He knows me more than I do and He has great plan in me =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Why would u still trust Him tho u can't feel Him sometimes in life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For that's the only path to grow in faith. Feeling distant doesn't mean that He isn't there =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am glad for being able to share His glory with those who come to me so that could know Him more. I shall always be humble and keep my servant heart. For it's Him who does all parts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have learned to be honest to Him. Trusting God doesn't mean that u are gonna live life happily-ever-after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At times, I feel low-spirited. Loneliness and homesickness just never fail to visit me. Losing hope and courage. And what not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;However, I know that what He asks for is not me being a perfect being. For He knows that I am just a human being. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He will be pleased if I open my heart and share my life to Him. That's all. Simple to understand yet not easy to do. But I will try ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmm.. Time to go to bed.. Just one last thing.. I---am---having---two weeks holidays!! Start from this week.. Don't know whether should feel happy or not..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not happy because there are more tests coming after holidays.. And I think I will be stucked in Welly!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy bacause can put assignments and tests aside for a while.. And can wake up late!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Let's pray that I survive from being alone.. Missing u.. la&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3372878739744045520-1411759044123919036?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1411759044123919036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=1411759044123919036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1411759044123919036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1411759044123919036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/04/father-son-spirit.html' title='Father . Son . Spirit'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RhowBDJTt4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/XBlxrWRoCRc/s72-c/DauphinLawson-stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-8130506707174857179</id><published>2007-04-01T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at this !! ( Nothing to do with April Fool.. I promise ^_^ )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOOK AT THIS !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rg-gL_MFuQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pygqKy0cEuA/s1600-h/Picture(39).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048429835106760962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rg-gL_MFuQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pygqKy0cEuA/s320/Picture(39).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Nope.. Of course it's not a plate =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How about this one ?? Huh ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048429723437611250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rg-gFfMFuPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ItD9Afp9soU/s320/Picture(40).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again.. The quality of photo is not good.. Well.. U know me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So why don't u just see the one below ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048429959660812562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rg-gTPMFuRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LzBvMmwGBZ4/s320/Picture(38).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got it ?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay.. It's a theatre !!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was I doing in a theatre ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good question ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's because.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rg-f__MFuOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/H6haG0X4UT8/s1600-h/Picture(34).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048429628948330722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rg-f__MFuOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/H6haG0X4UT8/s320/Picture(34).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My church was having Sunday service here &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Note : I was "April Fooled" by my friend. Nearly screamed out when pastor was preaching. Thought that there was some kinda of animal under my seat. Phew. Thanks God!! Otherwise I would steal all the limelight..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048430616790808866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rg-g5fMFuSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/swI5gjTa6Rc/s320/Picture(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;My bro must be thinking, " How would that ever cross ur mind.. An animal in a theatre.. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahaha ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rg-fyvMFuNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/P8S-AsxALvA/s1600-h/Picture(42).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048430762819696946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rg-hB_MFuTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/B-S2x2PQuKI/s320/Picture(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy April Fool Day !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tho it's a bit late&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Note : The above are my last smiles of the day.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Got homesick coz meeting Pastor Matt Fielder again.. But not in Malaysia.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The message was still awesome.. But people around were not the same.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, Im fine =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Nothing" is impossible with Him !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Think about it properly.. Find the hidden meaning behind.. Nite.. Sweet dream..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-8130506707174857179?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8130506707174857179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=8130506707174857179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8130506707174857179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8130506707174857179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/04/look-at-this-nothing-to-do-with-april.html' title='Look at this !! ( Nothing to do with April Fool.. I promise ^_^ )'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rg-gL_MFuQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pygqKy0cEuA/s72-c/Picture(39).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6984428622436720861</id><published>2007-03-25T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T12:57:07.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that I must at least post something.. like what I have promised.. but what should I tell.. no idea at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just share a bit on what do I find out recently.. la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have weekly assignments and project assignment and essay.. and I have three tests before Easter.. and more tests coming after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, I manage to survive tho, hopefully =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what's the secret behind?? Huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I was kinda well-trained during my foundation year in KDU.. last minute work la, burning midnight oil la, play hard la, study smart la ( of course!! ), and what not =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Im very good in typing, than texting and.. ya talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such a strong bond with my pure pearl-coloured lap top, than with living organisms.. like human..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait!! Dun get me wrong please.. I still have my social groups, and I have lots of lovely friends.. Just sometimes Im too lazy to open my mouth and exercise it.. It's kinda energy-consuming I reckon =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I always get myself confused with simple questions such as "What day is today?", "Am I in New Zealand, or Malaysia?! "..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living pace here is far too slower than in Malaysia.. and Im getting slower and slower too I think.. That's why it takes me so long to figure out what should I post.. must be because of the living style here.. and also the weather.. Hmm.. it makes more sense now =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I never felt that Im living in a country called New Zealand, with Kiwis as its main population.. Well, I would say that.. it's just too many Malaysians here ok.. u can see plenty of them anytime anywhere every moment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how come.. Hmm.. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6984428622436720861?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6984428622436720861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6984428622436720861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6984428622436720861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6984428622436720861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-5576143662690502341</id><published>2007-03-17T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will.. Won't I..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's Saint Patrick's Day today. Everyone in Weir is wearing green and partying out there. Does getting high have anything to do with it?? I doubt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I choose not to join the crowd, instead of that, blogging and keeping u all updated are definitely more important for me. Touched?? Don't cry, please =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackie Chan's Shanghai Noon + Stephen Chow's Kungfu Hustle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;= MY homesickness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Went to Sky Room in Weir for these two movies the other day, rather than laughing non-stop, tears kept coming out without control, uhuh..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jay Chou's songs + Family &amp; Friends' photos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;= MY homesickness, again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Wind is blowing violently outside; In my room, with the songs playing, a glass of lemon barley on my left, Tim Tam on my right, I am blogging, and missing home, again..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rfum73TIIAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/r5eEFMcTEUc/s1600-h/100_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042807755158069250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rfum73TIIAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/r5eEFMcTEUc/s320/100_1855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love myself in this photo. Was alone, yet confident and calm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfumD3TIH9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZO7ImPO7Hn4/s1600-h/100_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042806793085394898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfumD3TIH9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZO7ImPO7Hn4/s320/100_1797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Note : I am the eldest among three siblings, though it doesn't seemed convincing at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup, I have gotta admit that I am well-protected in family, and I was never left abandoned..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042806402243370946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfultHTIH8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/aJ6leYpbfIw/s320/Picture(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will always have this smile on my face, won't I?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042808004266172434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfunKXTIIBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wR-Y1OuurHc/s320/100_1936.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will always "infect" people around me with my "smiley virus", won't I?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^_^ * ^_^ * ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One thing that I am happy with is that I am gonna gain one extra hour of sleep as the whole country will have to adjust the clock one hour backward for Daylight Saving stuff. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wish me a sweet dream then.. I don't know what to tell anymore.. Bye..&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/3372878739744045520-5576143662690502341?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5576143662690502341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=5576143662690502341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5576143662690502341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5576143662690502341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-saint-patricks-day-today.html' title='I will.. Won&apos;t I..'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rfum73TIIAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/r5eEFMcTEUc/s72-c/100_1855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-4666313621429055038</id><published>2007-03-14T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:08.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think about the picture ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a look at the picture below!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think about it??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfewVZCh1BI/AAAAAAAAAOM/f_V3Rz73_kM/s1600-h/Fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041692189409793042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfewVZCh1BI/AAAAAAAAAOM/f_V3Rz73_kM/s400/Fall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are these that playing in ur mind??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo!! Autumn is in town!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow.. So breathtaking la the view!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess what?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm.. U are totally &lt;strong&gt;WRONG!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This week is the "so-called" first week of autumn, but I feel like it's already winter, here in the &lt;strong&gt;Windy Wet Welly&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It has been raining since yesterday morning, the rain is kinda comes and goes, and it lasts for whole two days..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's freezing cold all the time, so ur own warm bed and wool blanket are ur best friends ever, u just won't leave them..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's getting windier and windier as well, do consider to come visit me in Welly if u wanna gain some "flying experience"..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Truly sorry for destroying ur beautiful? romantic? dream of the fall.. I really don't mean it =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh ya.. One more piece of advice from me.. Attention please.. Hmm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For those who used to comment about girls being emotional and stuff like that, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my advice is to just endure it,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as it's much more easier to handle "emotional girls" than "emotional Welly",&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehe ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-4666313621429055038?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4666313621429055038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=4666313621429055038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4666313621429055038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4666313621429055038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-do-you-think-about-picture.html' title='What do you think about the picture ??'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfewVZCh1BI/AAAAAAAAAOM/f_V3Rz73_kM/s72-c/Fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-9136686040900221031</id><published>2007-03-10T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:09.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do THEY do??</title><content type='html'>It's such a lovely Saturday morning, isn't it?? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to wake up late this morning, as I had spent my whole yesterday for several awesome outings ( Shopping in town in the afternoon, attending ICF meeting in the evening, as well as going for supper at night ). However, I ended up getting out of my bed pretty early, with fully alert mind, haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday the ICF gathering was fantastic, yup I would say that. There was a bunch of approximately forty young people, whereby each of them had originally came from different countries, backgrounds, cultures and what not joining it. It was started with some funny yet not-demanding IQ ice breaker activities and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves a lot, hehe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part which stole the show was when we were asked to demonstrate the "culture shock" that we faced mingling with the kiwis, as everybody was really acting like professional comedy actors. I just couldn't help laughing non-stop at their looks and actions, to the extend that I nearly strained my neck as a result of laughing too much =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yuki was a Japanese guy who came to pursue his study in New Zealand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After travelling all the way to Wellington, he was exhausted and what he really wanted was just a place to settle down, and a bed to sleep on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With hopes he went to his flat and with fully prepared mind he was gonna meet his flatmates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once he stepped into the house, then only he found out that..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His flatmates were actually FIVE GIRLS FROM CHINA!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The above was definitely not a joke, it was real story. Haha. So funny. Guess what?! It was my group's demonstration and we won the game!! ^_^&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;em&gt;THEY brush their teeth after breakfast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEY eat rice with fork instead of a spoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEY walk barefooted around town but wear shoes indoors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEY don't rinse their cutlery after scrubbing it in hot water filled with soap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Note: Detergents are biodegradable in New Zealand. U won't die from them!! )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, what u think is exactly who THEY are, the KIWIS!! Hehe. The above are just a corner of a huge iceberg, maybe u will find out more and more reading my blog. So do look forward for more *_*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Btw, the below are some photos about my first hang out with friends in a restaurant after church service. It was called Istana Malaysia!! According to reliable information, Prime Minister Abdullah Badawi was having his meal here during his visit to New Zealand. We choosed it because it was the one and only restaurant which was able to fit thirty plus of us, though the prices of the food were really.. U know.. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfHXrpCh1AI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hxQaSTVPtZI/s1600-h/Picture(49).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040046602755101698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfHXrpCh1AI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hxQaSTVPtZI/s320/Picture(49).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The atmosphere was quite calm and peaceful.. And romantic, maybe?? Hehe.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfHXkZCh0_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Z6ZMA5TifWU/s1600-h/Picture(47).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040046478201050098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfHXkZCh0_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Z6ZMA5TifWU/s320/Picture(47).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was sitting in the middle, so this was my right hand side view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfHXcZCh0-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/c7JzUDmpVNY/s1600-h/Picture(48).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040046340762096610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfHXcZCh0-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/c7JzUDmpVNY/s320/Picture(48).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And yup, this was my left hand side view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfHXSpCh09I/AAAAAAAAANs/wgMj_IRAl7o/s1600-h/Picture(50).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040046173258372050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfHXSpCh09I/AAAAAAAAANs/wgMj_IRAl7o/s320/Picture(50).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was what I ordered for myself.. Nasi Goreng Seafood!! Yummy yummy *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-9136686040900221031?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/9136686040900221031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=9136686040900221031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/9136686040900221031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/9136686040900221031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-such-lovely-saturday-morning-isnt.html' title='What do THEY do??'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RfHXrpCh1AI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hxQaSTVPtZI/s72-c/Picture(49).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-9066276426793368462</id><published>2007-03-08T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:10.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion for Sports</title><content type='html'>I used to be a great fan of sports, back in primary and secondary schools. Find it hard to believe huh?? U will see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the girls around me were going through romance novels, I was reading sports magazines and newspapers &lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;While they were talking about their Prince Charmings, I was discussing the latest most updated news on sports with the guys &lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were crying in front of television touched by Winter Sonata, I was cheering and shouting out for the victory of my favourite team &lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. One more.. When most of the mums were complaining their daughters had been wasting too much money on make up and stuff like that, my mum was mumbling about me spending money on sports magazines.. "U read so many magazines for what?? U never played sports what.. Sigh!!" &lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Well.. It's fact that &lt;strong&gt;I din't, I don't, I won't&lt;/strong&gt; get myself involved in sports. Haha. Instead of that, I will just have all the strategies and skills running in my mind professionally most of the time. Hehe. Feel so tempting to test me huh?? U better don't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow older, &lt;strong&gt;I am definitely not saying that I am old&lt;/strong&gt;, my passion for sports is not as strong and agressive as I used to. Don't know.. Yet, I still catch up and keep myself updated with the ongoing as well as upcoming sports events, it has sort of become part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, out of no reason, those historical moments that I had ever witnessed kept popping into my memory. Hardship and sweat throughout the matches and competitions, broad smiles and loud shout over the glory and victory, tears and heartbrokenness over the failure and shame, and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all these, what impressed me the most were the miracles after miracles unbelievably achieved in minutes, or even seconds, to turn failure into victory!! Have no idea of what am I talking about?? Never mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of those who ever created "miracles" because of their strong will and never-give-up spirit. Most importantly, they are about, or already stepping into another phase of their lives, walking their journeys confidently and happily. I am truly happy, for these people, for they are those who occupied most of my teenage life, and for the inspiration brought to me by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Re_DtpUhG6I/AAAAAAAAANk/Eo01GX-v58U/s1600-h/Xia+Xuan+Ze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039461697004313506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Re_DtpUhG6I/AAAAAAAAANk/Eo01GX-v58U/s320/Xia+Xuan+Ze.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used this guy's name in almost all my essay-writings. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I would say he had the honour, haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing good about him is..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he choosed to &lt;strong&gt;show smiley faces instead of sad faces when dealing with failure&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Re_Dn5UhG5I/AAAAAAAAANc/b81JS-38tV8/s1600-h/Liu+Guo+Liang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039461598220065682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Re_Dn5UhG5I/AAAAAAAAANc/b81JS-38tV8/s320/Liu+Guo+Liang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; This guy.. Hmm.. I witnessed him turning into a great coach from a world champion. From him, I learned how to &lt;strong&gt;share my talent and knowledge generously with people&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Re_DfJUhG4I/AAAAAAAAANU/EHQsY69Ul2E/s1600-h/Lin+Dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039461447896210306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Re_DfJUhG4I/AAAAAAAAANU/EHQsY69Ul2E/s320/Lin+Dan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two young people has taught me what does it mean by &lt;strong&gt;"Find a person who make u wanna be a better person.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Re_DWJUhG3I/AAAAAAAAANM/CFgb43wym8w/s1600-h/Yao+Ming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039461293277387634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Re_DWJUhG3I/AAAAAAAAANM/CFgb43wym8w/s320/Yao+Ming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this one.. Hmm.. He made me realized the importance of &lt;strong&gt;standing firmly on and holding tightly to what I believe in..&lt;/strong&gt; My God, my culture, my upbringing, and what not =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-9066276426793368462?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/9066276426793368462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=9066276426793368462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/9066276426793368462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/9066276426793368462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/03/passion-for-sports.html' title='Passion for Sports'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Re_DtpUhG6I/AAAAAAAAANk/Eo01GX-v58U/s72-c/Xia+Xuan+Ze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-7873654899437650691</id><published>2007-03-04T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:10.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arise. Shine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't assume that I post a lot today because of I am too free. Instead of that, it is because I feel sorry for most of u, whom I have promised to send u msg or email during this weekend. Again, I couldn't make it to reach everyone of u individually. Therefore I come out with the idea of posting more in my blog as compensation. This is the only thing I am able to do for the time being. But I am sure that u people won't mind one, friends ma, right?? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Worthy is the Lamb,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Majesty and power to the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name above all names.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went for Sunday Service this morning, and as usual, it was wonderful. I met a dad and his two-year old girl who were sitting in front of me. He was holding the little girl throughout the worshipping session =) There were parents dedicating their new born baby to God during the prayer session =) I had a whole family of four sitting behind me who came to church for their very first time and they seemed to enjoy it a lot =) There was a couple who just engaged yesterday and their smiles just never faded =) Last but not least, I saw an old man who most probably at his 70s or 80s worshipping God with the youngs!! &lt;strong&gt;Bread &amp; Wine &lt;/strong&gt;were served today as well!! What a lovely morning it was!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Arise. Shine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the glory of the Lord is upon us.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037876268110038450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReohxicRxbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VC3MJhS_xRY/s400/Picture+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Btw, HAPPY CHAP GOH MEI people ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-7873654899437650691?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/7873654899437650691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=7873654899437650691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/7873654899437650691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/7873654899437650691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/03/arise-shine.html' title='Arise. Shine.'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReohxicRxbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VC3MJhS_xRY/s72-c/Picture+188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-3913144233768830696</id><published>2007-03-04T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:12.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Getaway</title><content type='html'>As u see, the pictures are not of good quality, again.. This time I did remember to bring the camera with memory card in it, it was just I forgot to change the battery.. I am speechless =I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037860973731497378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoT3ScRxaI/AAAAAAAAALc/JBoNvzxWEMg/s320/100_1980.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We are the champion.. We are the champion..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoTdycRxZI/AAAAAAAAALU/Y9Yy9CcG4UU/s1600-h/100_1965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037860535644833170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoTdycRxZI/AAAAAAAAALU/Y9Yy9CcG4UU/s320/100_1965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yo!! I had the largest lolipop sold in the candy shop in my hands *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoTFCcRxYI/AAAAAAAAALM/cc8U_JEnnd4/s1600-h/Picture(68).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037860110443070850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoTFCcRxYI/AAAAAAAAALM/cc8U_JEnnd4/s320/Picture(68).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at these lovely strawberries.. So cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoS9CcRxXI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ph5I3IHoAEc/s1600-h/Picture(72).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037859973004117362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoS9CcRxXI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ph5I3IHoAEc/s320/Picture(72).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One two three.. Cheers =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoSyycRxWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Uv1YbdqadI8/s1600-h/Picture(73).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037859796910458210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoSyycRxWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Uv1YbdqadI8/s320/Picture(73).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking along this "wall of plants" was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoSpScRxVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pyyztIF0D7w/s1600-h/Picture(77).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037859633701700946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoSpScRxVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pyyztIF0D7w/s320/Picture(77).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moved on to a park for some fun activities. It was too hot standing under the sun, yet too cold staying in the shade. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoSVicRxUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4HOtLcEU_sA/s1600-h/Picture(81).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037859294399284546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoSVicRxUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4HOtLcEU_sA/s320/Picture(81).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Use ur imagination again.. U are supposed to see horse riding in the picture.. Just I missed it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoR8ScRxTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rl9Jcyy5TgI/s1600-h/Picture(83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037858860607587634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoR8ScRxTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rl9Jcyy5TgI/s320/Picture(83).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-3913144233768830696?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3913144233768830696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=3913144233768830696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3913144233768830696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3913144233768830696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/03/fantastic-getaway.html' title='Fantastic Getaway'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReoT3ScRxaI/AAAAAAAAALc/JBoNvzxWEMg/s72-c/100_1980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6802665478983805591</id><published>2007-03-04T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:15.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to party!!</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to do my studies, but I ended up transfering photos from camera and handphone to my laptop and BLOGGING !! =I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was a big day, as Cuba Carnival which was held once two years was in town. Everyone was joining the party the whole day, but I choosed not to follow the majority and went to the rose garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures shown here should have higher quality, however due to some reason, which was me, as blur as usual, brought a camera without its memory card, I ended up taking photos with my mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037786816826164498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenQaycRxRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Ff8joPw1Dtw/s400/Picture(29).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Roses roses.. I love u&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenQSycRxQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wHtpxgBNLGc/s1600-h/Picture(30).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037786679387211010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenQSycRxQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/wHtpxgBNLGc/s400/Picture(30).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girl in pink with pink rose ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenQFCcRxPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6bVOWkFAzu0/s1600-h/Picture(24).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037786443164009714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenQFCcRxPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6bVOWkFAzu0/s400/Picture(24).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these pure white roses the most!! They stood gracefully among the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenPwScRxOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5PFXaa8IPN4/s1600-h/Picture(39).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037786086681724130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenPwScRxOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5PFXaa8IPN4/s400/Picture(39).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that I was joining the crowd for the night parade =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenPoScRxNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lAd3FtgnFxM/s1600-h/Picture(38).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037785949242770642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenPoScRxNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lAd3FtgnFxM/s400/Picture(38).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, what u see is what u think. These people were spraying water and foam towards the crowd. Wondering what happen to me?? I was fine, as I got good friend who covered my head with hands and I had a lamp post as shield. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenPeCcRxMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0vhp6r3uVUg/s1600-h/Picture(32).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037785773149111490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenPeCcRxMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0vhp6r3uVUg/s400/Picture(32).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the other end, there were fearless people doing bump joop jump!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenPTScRxLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_7ZKCbLYrzM/s1600-h/Picture(33).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037785588465517746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenPTScRxLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_7ZKCbLYrzM/s400/Picture(33).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow wow wow!! Awesome =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenPJCcRxKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-BddH1x6F7Q/s1600-h/Picture(42).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037785412371858594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenPJCcRxKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-BddH1x6F7Q/s400/Picture(42).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one.. Hmm.. Use ur own imagination la =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenO6CcRxJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/49fRZ9LWK9Q/s1600-h/Picture(44).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037785154673820818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenO6CcRxJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/49fRZ9LWK9Q/s400/Picture(44).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way home, I was stucked in the crowd.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6802665478983805591?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6802665478983805591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6802665478983805591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6802665478983805591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6802665478983805591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-time-to-party.html' title='It&apos;s time to party!!'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RenQaycRxRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Ff8joPw1Dtw/s72-c/Picture(29).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-13208301254876236</id><published>2007-03-03T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:15.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is 3rd of March today. Without my realize, I have been stepping into another month, and my first week of university life was over. Well, I would say that my life here is COOL ( Kiwi slang no. 1 ). My days were basically packed with lectures, tutorials and workshops, as well as club activities. Once the labs get started by next week, I will be even busier than ever. Nevertheless, I am ok with what I am doing now, though I am tired physically, I am fulfilled mentally and spiritually. Really hope that I can keep my spirit on in the coming week, with God's bless upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for ICF ( International Christian Fellowship ) 's very first official meeting yesterday evening and it turned out to be AWESOME ( Kiwi Slang no. 2 ) They called it as KIWI 101, and there was a whole bunch of us international students gathering together and learned about New Zealand experiences and Kiwi cultures. A hakka was performed, national anthem was taught, a quiz was held and my team won ^_^, an activity of tasting the Kiwi food was run and I got very nice food, which was called Pineapple Plumps ^_^ and so on. Oh ya, this song was pretty funny AYE ( Kiwi slang no. 3 ), why don't u just give it a try and go through the lyrics once?? Come on??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Righto, kick it in the guts, Trev...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gumboots, they are wonderful, gumboots, they are swell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'coz they keep out the water and they keep in the smell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when u're sittin' round at home, u can always tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When one of the Trevs has taken off his gumboots.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it weren't ur gumboots where would ya be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd be in the hospital or infirmary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'coz u would have a dose of the 'flu, or even pleurisy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If ya didn't have yer feet in yer gumboots.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm.. I wonder how do u look like now?? Haha. So sad that u couldn't see the performance came with the song. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning I joined the first activity organised by ICF, which was called Car Rally, whereby we went to the outskirt of city visiting the farm, fruit-picking, going to chocolate factory, carrying out fun games in a park and sight-seeing. I tried the so-called best YUMMY ( Kiwi slang no. 3 ) double-scoop ice cream and tasted different kind of honey for free in the farm. Other than that, I had some chocolate with various flavours and KFC for lunch. Oh ya, today I got to experience cloudly morning, rainy noon, sunny afternoon, as well as windy evening, all during the car trip. Should I consider myself as lucky?? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037602923506418818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RekpKycRxII/AAAAAAAAAIc/iOo9G90GT-g/s400/100_1979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me with all the greens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037602519779492962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RekozScRxGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fE9DkH-DmjY/s400/100_1956.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess what?! Deer were the first animals that I approached in NZ. So far I only got the opportunity to see cows and horses and sheep from distance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I guess I will have a pretty wonderful life here in New Zealand, in peace, and of course in joy. Really hope that I will =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CHEERS ( Kiwi slang no. 4 ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-13208301254876236?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/13208301254876236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=13208301254876236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/13208301254876236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/13208301254876236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-is-3rd-of-march-today.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RekpKycRxII/AAAAAAAAAIc/iOo9G90GT-g/s72-c/100_1979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-973339327260995137</id><published>2007-02-28T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T14:46:04.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner In Dining Room</title><content type='html'>Well.. If u know me well enough, u must know that one thing, which is I can do everything on my own, except eating alone, especially when it comes to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know.. I just can't take it when I have to eat dinner alone, without family and friends around. But I realize since early that thing may change when I come to New Zealand, as I will have to eat my meal alone, so Im kinda well-prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, u can never tell how things are gonna turn out the next minutes. A few times I thought that I would have to eat my meal alone, and I always choosed to sit apart from the crowd, as I felt more secure doing that, staying in my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?! So far the scene of me eating alone never occured at all. Instead of that, I got to make a lot of friends, which was totally beyond my expectation. Friendship is a funny thing, it exists and grows healthily when u are least aware of it. U can never be able to explain it with any formula or calculation. Agree??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my dinner in Weir's dining room, with a Thai, a Korean, an Indonesian, and a Chinese. Haha. It was like an international family reunion dinner. Though this is not our first time eating together, I thank God for having them with me, as it was a getaway from assignments and school works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Today is my third day of classes. I had lectures and tutorial and got another assignment. My timetable will soon be packed once laboratories get started. Very busy but Im having great time. Oh ya, I din't "mengantuk" during lectures at all, though I was lack of sleep, haha =P &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* One more thing, I din't make it for the second hand book sale because it crashed with my class. However, my friend did get me one though, hehe =) The queue was amazingly long but everyone was patient and everything was going smooth. No squeezing and no "cut queue" at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kla, I gotta stop now, at long as I got post something today, HAHAHA ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-973339327260995137?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/973339327260995137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=973339327260995137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/973339327260995137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/973339327260995137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/02/dinner-in-dining-room.html' title='Dinner In Dining Room'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-2462825684550009717</id><published>2007-02-27T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:21:00.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are u going to do later at 3 a.m. ??</title><content type='html'>Today is my second day of class. Well, I did survive my first two days of lectures. Not to say my skill of sleeping in class being improved &lt;em&gt;( Note: It wasn't my fault at all, it was just I din't sleep early the day before, and unluckily the introduction session was just too boring =P )&lt;/em&gt;.. Not to say me becoming a supergirl, looking at the slides and handouts and listening to the lectures and writing down the points and trying to understand the topics, all in one goal.. Not to say I had my lectures and tutorials all started during my second day, with lab works and workshops coming soon.. Not to say I already got an assignment which would due on next Tuesday.. Haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, there will be a Second Hand Book Sale held in my campus tomorrow, at 9.30 a.m. According to reliable information, those second hand books will be sold half price or less than that. According to another reliable party, last year there were students waking up at 3 o'clock in the morning just to make sure they themselves were the first one ahead of the long long queue. According to another party "lagi", this year some of the students plan to bring along sweaters and blankets and sleep over in front of the venue later&lt;em&gt;. ( Oh ya, for ur information, now the time is 11.10 p.m. in New Zealand )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see ur facial expressions now. Shocked? Impressed? Haha. I can guess what pops up in ur mind now. Wondering what will I do? Will I show my "Malaysia Boleh" spirit and join them? Haha. I will definitely give u the answer. No problem at all as Im a good girl. So.. I think I will just tell u in ur dreams tonight la. Is that ok? =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-2462825684550009717?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2462825684550009717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=2462825684550009717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/2462825684550009717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/2462825684550009717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-are-u-going-to-do-later-at-3-am.html' title='What are u going to do later at 3 a.m. ??'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-1258827282550174828</id><published>2007-02-26T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:16.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Planes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReKwuMFd6oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FIxqTW4zjNA/s1600-h/100_1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035781640918264450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReKwuMFd6oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FIxqTW4zjNA/s400/100_1952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never played with paper plane for ages??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReKwjsFd6nI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_tSE4Kib_L8/s1600-h/100_1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035781460529638002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReKwjsFd6nI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_tSE4Kib_L8/s400/100_1949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had great time exploring the world of little paper planes just now *_* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035781808421989010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReKw38Fd6pI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_dhXxJAbodQ/s400/100_1948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hey little Daniel, thank you for ur paper planes, they are my best gift ever!!&lt;br /&gt;( Don't forget how to spell ur name again ya, and I like ur temporary signature =P )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of the time, we, human beings, are keen and desperate, chasing after things like fame, power, glory, victory, wealth, and many more.. Eventually, as time goes by, when we finally grab everything in our hands, then only we will realize that we reach our destination without enjoying the scenery along the journey.. Do u know for what and whom u wanna live for?? I find my answer in the little paper planes. Hope u get to find urs too ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&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/3372878739744045520-1258827282550174828?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1258827282550174828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=1258827282550174828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1258827282550174828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1258827282550174828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/02/paper-planes.html' title='Paper Planes'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReKwuMFd6oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FIxqTW4zjNA/s72-c/100_1952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-5489424857051090675</id><published>2007-02-25T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:09:19.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Set Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever feel that u are having hard time in life and u just can't find ur way out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever feel that u are burdened but u just can't run away from it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever feel that u are empty though u have everything?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have u ever thought of why difficulties and obstacles are put in ur path?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do u struggle so much to reach worldly standards, instead of Godly standards?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why peace never rest in ur heart even though u think u have the whole universe with u?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When u feel having hard time in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's because God wants u to grow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( U do grow more when life is difficult for u, don't u? )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do remember one thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is in control of the universe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he asks u to have control of urself according to His will!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( Not to control the world, not to control other people, but u urself )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why God gives u PEACE instead of the WORLD,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are not designed to control the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as we end up creating riots inside ourselves!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( Why do u wanna have control over something which is definitely beyond ur control? )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I surrender myself to the all Mighty God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and let Him takes control over me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray for the power of obedience and power of principles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;obey Him and he will take care of my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk the path God wants me to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I do not worry about life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as Jesus says, " I will take care of all that. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soul set free by God's amazing grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-5489424857051090675?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/5489424857051090675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=5489424857051090675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5489424857051090675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/5489424857051090675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/02/soul-set-free.html' title='Soul Set Free'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-8116066346065263576</id><published>2007-02-25T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:17.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping into university life.. Excited?? Nervous??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReFoJcFd6lI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0GCWSjN8dQE/s1600-h/100_1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035420369744161362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReFoJcFd6lI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0GCWSjN8dQE/s400/100_1676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035420777766054498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReFohMFd6mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xXsBxXbc9EA/s400/CIMG2271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The above are the photos of my KDU friends, one was taken during our graduation ceremony, and another one during our graduation dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone looked so shiny with broad smiles on their faces, which I would never ever forget. My life was rocked by this group of crazy people throughout the one and a half year =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Late night movie, pool, mamak, chit-chatting.. were our culture. I eventually developed the skills such as sleeping in bus ( sometimes in class.. ), last minute works.. mingling with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahahahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sekelip mata &lt;/em&gt;we are now all in New Zealand ( Auckland, Wellington, Palmerston North as well as Dunedin ), pursuing our dreams and visions in this brand new fresh country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;26th February 2007 will be a significant day for all of us!! Our campus life will get kicked off!! Though some of us are still in holiday mode and others are still trying to adapt to their environment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey guys,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;have a great beginning of ur day!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let us these crazy people rock New Zealand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-8116066346065263576?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8116066346065263576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=8116066346065263576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8116066346065263576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8116066346065263576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/02/stepping-into-university-life-excited.html' title='Stepping into university life.. Excited?? Nervous??'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/ReFoJcFd6lI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0GCWSjN8dQE/s72-c/100_1676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-4796123109661634010</id><published>2007-02-24T06:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T09:08:33.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY = Min Yu's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY Aotearoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Maori, New Zealand is known as &lt;em&gt;Aotearoa, &lt;/em&gt;which means &lt;em&gt;the Land of Long White Cloud &lt;/em&gt;when translated into English. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;According to Wikipedia, New Zealand is the only country in the world in which all the highest offices in the land have been occupied simultaneously by women. Quite interesting, isn't it?? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For my part, New Zealand is a blessing of God for its breathtaking nature. Blue sky, white cloud, bright moon, little stars, green plants, colourful flowers, hills, streams, and so on form a picturesque view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY Wellington&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For ur information, Wellington is the capital city of, the second largest city and the windiest city in New Zealand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, the heart of city is relatively small compared to Kuala Lumpur. The walking distance from one end of the city to the other end is only 2km. 2 kilometres!! Believe it or not =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even though the summer hasn't come to its end, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the wind is becoming stronger and stronger. Sometimes I couldn't even stand firmly on earth.. "I believe I can fly.. I believe I can touch the sky.. " Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY Victoria University of Wellington&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;VUW is the university of mine, which consists of four campus around the city, here they are :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Kelburn Campus ( Main campus of VUW )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Pipitea Campus ( Law &amp; Commerce schools are here )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Te Aro Campus ( Architecture &amp;amp; Design schools are here )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Karori Campus ( Education school is here )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am gonna study in Kelburn campus throughout my years, doing Bachelor of Science, major in Biotechnology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am taking eight papers for my first year of study, which include the fields of biology, chemistry, biotechnology, statistics and commercial law. Yup statistics and commercial law!! The reason being that?? Take a look on the sentence below. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[ &lt;em&gt;Biotechnology = Science meets cultures, ethics, politics &amp; economics ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY Weir House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will spend my this whole year staying in a hall of residence which is known as Weir House. My "jodoh" with Weir has started since I was in Malaysia when I first impressed by its pure white appearance. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is one of the best catered hall in Wellington and the food here just suit my taste bud. Guess what?! They serve rice here!! Yo!! However, I lost weight since I came as I walk basically everyday to everywhere, and I enjoy walking so much =P&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you very much for ur concerns and regards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I truly appreciate them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My class will start on next Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I really look forward to it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Belated Valentines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish u an earlier Chap Goh May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;minyu ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-4796123109661634010?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/4796123109661634010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=4796123109661634010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4796123109661634010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/4796123109661634010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-min-yus.html' title='MY = Min Yu&apos;s'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-6622165961214806409</id><published>2007-02-24T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:20.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk A Brand New Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9mgMFd6kI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DswjUMmQ2JU/s1600-h/100_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034855611609508418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9mgMFd6kI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DswjUMmQ2JU/s400/100_1809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bye bye Malaysia.. Tanah tumpah darahku.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9lxcFd6iI/AAAAAAAAAGE/w_gIv5A0p3Q/s1600-h/100_1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034854808450624034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9lxcFd6iI/AAAAAAAAAGE/w_gIv5A0p3Q/s400/100_1833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had lunch in Malaysia Hall, Sydney. Yummy =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9lKMFd6hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rZB--4Vj9qk/s1600-h/100_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034854134140758546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9lKMFd6hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rZB--4Vj9qk/s400/100_1841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got sunburn at Bondi Beach, Sydney. Aiyo.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9k1cFd6gI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QMEj4lcuNfw/s1600-h/100_1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034853777658472962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9k1cFd6gI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QMEj4lcuNfw/s400/100_1879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feet stepping in front of Sydney Opera House!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9kN8Fd6eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PiOQthHsgP4/s1600-h/100_1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034853099053640162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9kN8Fd6eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PiOQthHsgP4/s400/100_1894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me on the top of Mount Victoria, Wellington. Freezy =I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9jtMFd6cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/n95DGhJQAwg/s1600-h/100_1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034852536412924354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9jtMFd6cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/n95DGhJQAwg/s400/100_1903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wellington Harbour view. Calm and peacuful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9jA8Fd6bI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WepMvTN9KR4/s1600-h/100_1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034851776203712946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9jA8Fd6bI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WepMvTN9KR4/s400/100_1906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dropped in one of Malaysia diplomat's house. So windy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9ipsFd6aI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SpUjiVRkGpg/s1600-h/100_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034851376771754402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9ipsFd6aI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SpUjiVRkGpg/s400/100_1924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had my "Reunion Dinner" here. Happy Chinese New Year of Golden Pig!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A series of photos of me walking a new journey on a land which is far far away from my home country&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes pictures tell more than words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angpau.. Angpau.. I miss u ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-6622165961214806409?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/6622165961214806409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=6622165961214806409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6622165961214806409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/6622165961214806409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/02/walk-brand-new-journey.html' title='Walk A Brand New Journey'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9mgMFd6kI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DswjUMmQ2JU/s72-c/100_1809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-1839992594471800227</id><published>2007-02-07T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:21.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those whom I am gonna miss the most!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9ZDcFd6XI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IR3Q_7kP6nU/s1600-h/100_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034840824037108082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9ZDcFd6XI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IR3Q_7kP6nU/s400/100_1787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Princess Minyu's simple but happy family ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9Y5sFd6WI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zd_Dxp-Oxlc/s1600-h/100_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034840656533383522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9Y5sFd6WI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zd_Dxp-Oxlc/s400/100_1793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad &amp; Mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9Yt8Fd6VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Y0vsbAy6buY/s1600-h/100_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034840454669920594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9Yt8Fd6VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Y0vsbAy6buY/s400/100_1797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xian &amp; Jie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9YSMFd6UI/AAAAAAAAAEA/44o3x027cc0/s1600-h/100_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034839977928550722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9YSMFd6UI/AAAAAAAAAEA/44o3x027cc0/s400/100_1756.JPG" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9X88Fd6TI/AAAAAAAAAD4/i1rpm80dQP8/s1600-h/Picture(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034839612856330546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9X88Fd6TI/AAAAAAAAAD4/i1rpm80dQP8/s400/Picture(8).jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank God for keeping those who are important in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;healthy and happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May ur favour be upon them now and forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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="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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-1839992594471800227?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1839992594471800227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=1839992594471800227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1839992594471800227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1839992594471800227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/02/those-whom-i-am-gonna-miss-most.html' title='Those whom I am gonna miss the most!!'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd9ZDcFd6XI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IR3Q_7kP6nU/s72-c/100_1787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-1744235035226214402</id><published>2007-02-05T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:22.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Mamak Yum Cha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd2PicFd6OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZdpcVh15Ofo/s1600-h/P7130068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034337780287531234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd2PicFd6OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZdpcVh15Ofo/s400/P7130068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why everyone so tak sehati sejiwa one.. Just one pose only ma..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034337200466946242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd2PAsFd6MI/AAAAAAAAACs/sA6ySa1OXuQ/s400/P7130066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hard to smile broadly ka..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034337513999558866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd2PS8Fd6NI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KmNisGDDQ9U/s400/P7130065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macam ini much more better isn't it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034336594876557474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd2OdcFd6KI/AAAAAAAAACc/9N9N-cP-E3k/s400/100_1709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew u all were actually crying ur hearts out.. No need to pretend la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034336934178973874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd2OxMFd6LI/AAAAAAAAACk/Cvw8SU8x24Y/s400/100_1710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four years later after the same moon light we shall meet again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey guys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for accompanying me for the last mamak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always thought that u all wouldn't be able to bid me farewell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet I still wouldn't believe that u all came back purposely because of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/3372878739744045520-1744235035226214402?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1744235035226214402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=1744235035226214402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1744235035226214402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1744235035226214402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-mamak-yum-cha.html' title='Last Mamak Yum Cha'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/Rd2PicFd6OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZdpcVh15Ofo/s72-c/P7130068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-3335659572388935924</id><published>2007-02-01T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:38:43.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th February 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;31 January 2007    &lt;strong&gt;.     &lt;/strong&gt;Wednesday     &lt;strong&gt;.     &lt;/strong&gt;Cloudy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;" Ding!!" I was woken by a noise in my room. It was my handphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;" ....... JPA has confirmed that our flight will be on 7th February 2007 ....... Still not sure about the exact departure time ....... " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My mind was totally blank at the moment, and I couldn't think of anything, because I thought that it would be on 9th February 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 February 2007     &lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;     Thursday     &lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;     Rainy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;" Ring.." It was my handphone again. But this time I was prepared. I did take a deep breath before I picked it up though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;" ....... You are confirmed flying on 7th February 2007 ....... Touch down at Sdyney first and stay there for about nine hours ....... After that transit to Wellington ....... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heart was sinking fast, and the heartbeat rate increased, finally everything was being confirmed, I would be flying on 7th February 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 February 2007     &lt;strong&gt;.     &lt;/strong&gt;Friday     &lt;strong&gt;.     &lt;/strong&gt;Sunny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I woke up pretty early today. I looked around, everyone was out to school, except my bible which was lying still next to me. I smiled slightly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I listened to the surrounding. I heard baby crying and grandma comforting. I heard motorcycles and cars. I heard students chit-chatting and laughing. I smiled happily!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that I walked outside the house and took a deep breath. The sun was giving out warmth generously and the breakfast of neighbours smelled great. I smiled broadly!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been a long time I never woke up so early. Almost forgot how lovely the morning was. The sky was blue, the wind was refreshing, and I was relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*A new day has come. There are hopes and blessings around. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See them? Just open your eyes la&lt;/em&gt; =P*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-3335659572388935924?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3335659572388935924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=3335659572388935924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3335659572388935924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3335659572388935924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/02/7-february-2007.html' title='7th February 2007'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-3790472690649220258</id><published>2007-01-22T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T13:10:24.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been raining and raining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart goes gloomier and gloomier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth is going on ?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my mood really that bad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I ate seven drumsticks yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Dear uncles, I know perfectly that Im gonna eat a lot and a lot of beef and mutton and lamb in New Zealand, I really really do, but I don't wanna have a &lt;strong&gt;pot-bellied stomach&lt;/strong&gt; yet, not at this young age.. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got different accessories throughout these weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Dear aunties, I understand clearly that Im gonna leave soon for a cold and windy place and stay there for the coming four years, I really realy do, but I don't wanna have an &lt;strong&gt;overweight heart&lt;/strong&gt;, with ur care and concern..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I received many unexpected sms!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Dear friends, the fact that u won't be able to send me off and bid me farewell does bring one benefit to us, which is u all can save ur tears &lt;strong&gt;crying &lt;/strong&gt;and I can save my saliva &lt;strong&gt;comforting&lt;/strong&gt;..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least. At least. At least. At least. There are still plenty of "at least" going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, at least I have Him, my God, the Lord =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I seriously have no idea what my life would be in Wellington, a city which is far far away from home, and from u all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might adapt very quickly. I might be not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might fall and get hurt and cry. I sure will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happen, I know I must be tough and brave, Im the &lt;strong&gt;child of God&lt;/strong&gt;, Im the &lt;strong&gt;girl of u all&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me to be so low for the time being. It's all the rain's fault. It really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why. But I truly miss the sunshine now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-3790472690649220258?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/3790472690649220258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=3790472690649220258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3790472690649220258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/3790472690649220258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-been-raining-and-raining.html' title='At Least'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-2892346024158137961</id><published>2006-12-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:39:30.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smile. That Smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"10.. 9.. 8.. 7....... 3.. 2.. 1!! Yo!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is a season of countdowns. No &lt;em&gt;doubt&lt;/em&gt; for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few days ago, the world was dressing up, partying, getting high and going crazy to celebrate Christmas. I &lt;em&gt;doubt&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few days later, the world is going to repeat the same process to celebrate New Year. I &lt;em&gt;doubt&lt;/em&gt;, as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought Christmas is a season of goodwill, a season to celebrate the birth of Christ. But &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; I saw people treating it as a getaway from their daily life, holidaying and getting high? At the end, only the exhausted body and the empty soul &lt;em&gt;left&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought New Year is a season of vision, a season to look back on the past so that we can burn bright in the future. But &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; I see people only keen on partying and going crazy? At the end, &lt;em&gt;lost&lt;/em&gt; in the midst of crowds and the thunderous cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, all these remind me of the smile,that smile..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was walking along one of Singapore's famous roads, the Orchard Road. The night view as well as the light decorations were breathtaking. I just could not take my eyes off them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every single area was crowded with people from all walks of life, all were there because of certain reasons. I just did not bother myself with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of a sudden, I was stopped. In front of me was a boy, with a balloon in his hand. First impression? Sun-tanned skin and same height as I, I would say. Haha. I did what exactly would I did as I was in Malaysia. I gave him a slight smile and shook my head, without giving him a chance to explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He stopped me again. Giving me a convincing look, he asked me whether I wanted anything as he would shape the balloon into it. At the same time, I realized that I was &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; a distance from my mum. So I think I stood stunned for &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Hey!! Have you done? Hurry up.." It brought me back to reality. I looked for the source of the sound and found out a whole group of his friends were waiting for him. "Wait!! I will be done soon.." Then he turned back to me, again, with that look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This time he said nothing but gave me a &lt;em&gt;broad cheerful smile&lt;/em&gt;. He still &lt;em&gt;did not&lt;/em&gt; want to give up. Finally, I nodded. Without the slightest hesitation, he started shaping the balloon into something. That something &lt;em&gt;did not&lt;/em&gt; look like anything to me =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a few seconds, that something was done. He tried to put it around my head but it just could not fit ( Definitely not because of my head was big ya!! ). Then I took it over from him who seemed embarassed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Thank you." I gave him a smile. "It is an unicorn actually. It is a &lt;strong&gt;blessing&lt;/strong&gt; for you. Chiristmas is coming." He showed me the &lt;em&gt;broad cheerful smile&lt;/em&gt; for the last time, then he left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People continued passing by. Noices never ended. It was getting colder. However, my heart was warm ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The smile.. That smile..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It reminds me from time to time that I am a &lt;strong&gt;blessing&lt;/strong&gt;, and I wanna be a &lt;strong&gt;blessing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope that those I care and those care about me to celebrate their coming New Year knowing the significant meaning behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the boy that I met knew it, how could you not to??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-2892346024158137961?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/2892346024158137961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=2892346024158137961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/2892346024158137961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/2892346024158137961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2006/12/smile-that-smile.html' title='The Smile. That Smile.'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-1307596197574839841</id><published>2006-12-25T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:19:22.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are loved !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just the weight of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When your heart is heavy I will lift it for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you want to be heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If silence keeps you I will break it for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just the hurt that you hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you are lost inside I will be there to find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you want to burn bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If darkness blinds you I will shine to guide you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody wants to be understood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I can hear you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody wants to be loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you are loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012469120887759858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RY_eG7YhI_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/moAKMVozOTk/s400/215px-Juletr%25C3%25A6et.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" I am the way, the truth, and the light "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to Jesus Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Christmas" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:JuletrÃ¦et.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-1307596197574839841?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/1307596197574839841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=1307596197574839841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1307596197574839841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/1307596197574839841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-are-loved.html' title='You are loved !!'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/RY_eG7YhI_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/moAKMVozOTk/s72-c/215px-Juletr%25C3%25A6et.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372878739744045520.post-8461807108870933442</id><published>2006-12-21T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:47:35.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched by the warmth..</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning, it was raining non-stop out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside my room, lying on my bed, with my whole body covered with blanket, I had no intention of getting up, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, "Minyu minyu!! Wake up!! Hurry up!! Look at this!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relunctantly, I forced myself to open my eyes. Came into my sight was a lovely silver present box!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With thousands of question marks popping out in my mind, I took it over and opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?! Nothing what.." I saw nothing but a small square yellowish sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take out the sponge and see?! Hehe.." Such a cunning old fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow wow wow!!" Guess what?? There was a gorgeous silver bracelet under the sponge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice ler.. Enough.. Now give me back.." Not yet recovered from shock, the box was taken away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?! What happen?! No need to ask I already knew that it was not for me. My dearest brother where got so kind one. He just wanted to have a rehearsal before the box was passed to its real master. Oops should be mistress. Sigh. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was happy. At least I had my day started off extraordinary. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still raining out there. It has been raining days and nights. It is bloody cold outside. But deep inside my heart, I am touched by warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice to be at home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3372878739744045520-8461807108870933442?l=plane-dreaming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/feeds/8461807108870933442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3372878739744045520&amp;postID=8461807108870933442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8461807108870933442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3372878739744045520/posts/default/8461807108870933442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plane-dreaming.blogspot.com/2006/12/touched-by-warmth.html' title='Touched by the warmth..'/><author><name>BraveHeart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17684773436103479932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqCG8PHcQFk/TAs_6F6uAXI/AAAAAAAAAxM/UNhoUGOhIio/S220/27373_752264505_6762_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
