tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88866226236728089142024-03-05T21:23:32.889+08:00a bittersweet lifeCarolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-56647813447169687702012-04-26T16:46:00.000+08:002012-04-26T16:46:32.840+08:00One step at a time<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b><i>We live and we learn to take<br />
One step at a time<br />
There's no need to rush<br />
It's like learning to fly<br />
Or falling in love<br />
It's gonna happen when it's<br />
Supposed to happen and we<br />
Find the reasons why<br />
One step at a time</i></b></div>
<br />Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-47008795260302446422011-07-25T16:28:00.002+08:002011-07-25T16:34:15.886+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Wa93u24PCytvMBA9VRu6v8Y8uu7PpPPMoz1VMCuYjdNBABhBpbFx2HM-BbbKiKo5M7HIB3kpAgPhgVCMQ0SrLpVPgk9r49PbfAkygmHGb-bKWFcoCVAk_HKzyHrCgFMjv-1rc-u_vzQ/s1600/367-churchill-1440x900bpnet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Wa93u24PCytvMBA9VRu6v8Y8uu7PpPPMoz1VMCuYjdNBABhBpbFx2HM-BbbKiKo5M7HIB3kpAgPhgVCMQ0SrLpVPgk9r49PbfAkygmHGb-bKWFcoCVAk_HKzyHrCgFMjv-1rc-u_vzQ/s400/367-churchill-1440x900bpnet.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">En ning. janine, christine, me, eliza</td></tr>
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Eliza, En Ning, </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My bestie, Eliza and me.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-92117072061903300662011-06-07T14:38:00.002+08:002011-06-07T14:50:09.036+08:00Senile dementia.. All they need is a sprinkle of love, care and patience<i>"Dah makan, Carol?</i>" I replied, "<i>Dah makan.".. </i><br />
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Less than 1 minute, another same question popped out. "<i>Dah makan, Carol?</i>", I replied, "<i>Dah makan."</i>.. <br />
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Within 10 minutes, another question. "<i>Dah makan, Carol?</i>"<br />
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Sometimes, you just loose your cool and ignore the question. Or. You might have give the person a high-tone answer.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Someone whom I really love has this illness. This caught me to ponder a little further. Time and time again, I reminded myself, how she answers my questions patiently and gently. Never once, she raised her voice, when I asked her repeatedly, more than 3 times.I still remember that question I asked. "What is that bird, mama?" How can I not be patient towards her, after all the love she has poured into my life. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dementia left her to be having memory loss, inability to recognise family members, communication problems and being fearful and suspicious sometimes. She forgets how to brush her teeth, wash her hair, eat her lunch ... She was never like that last time. She was a confident woman. A strong iron lady. An intelligent and creative worker despite being illiterate.A kind-hearted soul who is always helpful.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">While I am spending time with her, I realised the person whom was once taking care of me since I were a baby, was not getting younger. Her hair slowly turns grayish-white. Wrinkles starting to be more and more evident. Memory is deteriorating. But as I gazed into her eyes, I will never forget that dreamy eyes that transmit serenity and her heart of gold that warms the people around her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have personally noticed that many old people are been abandoned in old folks home by their children. Many raise their voices to these senile patients. But all I want to say is that all they need is just a sprinkle of love, care and patience. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am learning to be patient to her, to cherish and love her till the end of her days and to make her happy by just spending time together.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1.<b> <i>Has slightly improved my geography knowledge </i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">First time travelling on the highway towards the northern states, okay.. T_T</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. <b><i>Re-bonding with my HG's family</i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We chatted and shared like never before.. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3.<b> <i>Food</i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The char kway teow was very disappointing leaving me with low appetite for char kway teow. However, thanks to the Panang asam laksa, my appetite is back!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. <b><i>Spiritual food</i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm saving the last part for the BEST! The spiritual food is 100,000 times more awesome than the food. I really don't mind replacing lunch time, just to listen Rev Dr Kong Hee's message again. Reverend Dr Kong Hee carries an air of authority and anointing from God. He spoke with compassion and with God's anointing that penetrates gently into your hungry soul.</div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-24354755568865315032011-05-31T16:29:00.005+08:002011-05-31T16:34:53.223+08:00When Carol is bored<div style="text-align: center;"><b>BEWARE when Carol is bored.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">She turns to a Paint Brush Monster, scribbling on anything, I mean anything..<br />
On the things that her eyes first laid on. Buahahaha<br />
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<span id="goog_1158849216"></span><span id="goog_1158849217"></span>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-72658124436202554242011-05-27T14:17:00.004+08:002011-05-30T19:10:09.467+08:00Report from Dessert Police (Gongcha, you are under arrest!)<div style="text-align: justify;">My cell group and myself, of course were having this 'bubble tea craze'. We are madly in love with Chatimesbubble tea (it's awesome).</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, one fine Sunday afternoon, we took the risk to gamble our RM 6.90 to investigate the newly-opened bubble tea outlet, Gongcha in SS 15. Somehow, I had to taste this Gongcha bubble tea for myself after my friends can't stop praising its' awesomeness. The colour of the Pearl Milk Tea looks good. Not too white or milky, but just a nice blend of brown.<br />
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'Cheers', we toast our drinks with glee. Pluck our courage to take our very first sip. The first sip was disastrous. Too sweet. The second sip was beyond words. The pearl is so tough that it takes me a minute to chew that tiny pearl. I think I gave my mouth a great exercise that day. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Chatime still reigns as the best bubble tea in town!</b> </span></div><br />
While, to tell you frankly, I'm craving desperately for Chatime Pearl Milk Tea (PMT) now. The aromatic, light taste of the tea complements so well with the soft and sweet-flavoured pearl. It is definitely 'a must have' during the hot weather like this. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">The moral of the story : One must try the worst to appreciate the best.<br />
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PS: To Chatime owners who might have read this, I would be very GLAD and wouldn't mind at all if you're kind enough to give me a free flow of Chatime for the whole year round.. hee hee :P</div></div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-40788160925224054562011-05-24T21:05:00.002+08:002011-05-24T21:05:42.167+08:00Imagine<img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_licbl5HpQg1qapvk4o1_500.gif" />Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-66092066008262419282011-05-24T21:02:00.001+08:002011-05-24T21:02:44.092+08:00Psychological Fact<img height="374" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lllfyolHG01qbjt25o1_500.gif" width="400" />Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-27816440166910675452011-05-23T13:36:00.001+08:002011-05-23T13:49:54.984+08:00My first best friend..<div style="text-align: center;">Everyone has best friend like I do.. But mine holds a special space in my heart..</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">She bathes for me when I was 4 weeks old<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmbHKwBGFuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z18lDw4vIpU/s1600-h/Life_by_Kas__chan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361191393933268706" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/SmbHKwBGFuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z18lDw4vIpU/s320/Life_by_Kas__chan.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">She chases me with a spoonful of porridge while I was running around the house<br />
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She sheltered me when I was about to be beaten for being naughty<br />
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She follows me to kindergarden every day, afraid I was being bullied (haha I bully people)<br />
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She holds my hand as we painted the picture together, at times the wall becomes my masterpiece<br />
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She allows me destroying her favourite plants by watering too much water<br />
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She educates me about life and trials<br />
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She teaches me how to win a guy's heart through his stomach <br />
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She follows me to the toilet when I'm scared<br />
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She pleats my hair and I always shrieked in pain<br />
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She laughs at my crazy and lame jokes I made<br />
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She is a listening ear who I needed<br />
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She has always been my sun to dry away my tears and brightened my thunderstorm days<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My first best friend,<br />
Is no other than my beloved Grandma<br />
Till today, she still reigned as the Queen of my heart besides my mum..<br />
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For all those times you stood for me<br />
For all the truth that you made me see<br />
For all the joy you brought to my life<br />
For all the wrong that you made right<br />
For every dream you made come true<br />
For all the love I found in you<br />
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Just wanna say.. I'll be forever thankful Grandma. I wouldn't be what I am today without you in my life.<br />
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Grandma, I LOVE You.<br />
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</div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-28543031289490503822011-05-22T12:00:00.000+08:002011-05-23T13:50:26.625+08:00Thank you, God!<div style="text-align: justify;">Life was a roller coaster ride for me before Easter. Practice after practice. Assignments after assignments. Challenges after challenges. But one thing I know, that God is always faithful. Faithful to walk this journey with you through tears and joy. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When you chose to serve Him obediently, to put Him first above all things, everything falls beautifully in its own place and time. He never fails to answer my prayers. Things that I do not even have the courage to ask. It is definitely not by my own might, but through His strength that I'm able to overcome it.Till today, I'm still amazed of the miracles that God is doing everyday of my life. </div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-24102335094390289892011-05-20T15:58:00.000+08:002011-05-20T15:58:48.657+08:00Every stroke has a story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_AhQKShTvgU/TdYfAtY0NLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/2gQ9pECc9LI/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_AhQKShTvgU/TdYfAtY0NLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/2gQ9pECc9LI/s320/images.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
It's been ages since the last time I get to hold you. Found great chemistry <br />
I felt colours and freedom streaming out the brushes, creating wonders across the blank paper.<br />
Brushing your delicate lashes, on the rough pastures creating shadows and textures.<br />
A sweet escape of reality. Felt that I'm running away from reality to the world of fantasy, an expression of art.<br />
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Every stroke has a story.<br />
The friendship we built.<br />
The Laughter we shared.<br />
The Challenges we conquer.<br />
The Courage to never give up.Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-7755962429200118862011-04-04T15:07:00.000+08:002011-04-04T15:07:03.015+08:00Ice cream<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Each time when I'm doing the ice cream project, I'm tempted to eat ice cream. Giving that same mere excuse that indulging myself in ice cream can give a little boost in my creativity. Got no idea how many sticks of ice cream I have been licking. And seriously, ice cream do make you happy :) </i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
PS: I LOVE this project!</div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-77206546410293951292011-01-21T15:20:00.002+08:002011-01-21T15:21:49.346+08:00Post-mortem Resolution Analysis of 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Having a deeper relationship with God</span></strong><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span>Quite a number of things happened last year. Trials that have definitely brought my spiritual maturity to another level. I had finally understood the emotions of sorrow and grief and chose to find strength and comfort in the caring hands of our Everlasting Father. Again, I reminded myself that you are a like a stone, needed to be cut and polished repeatedly to be produced as a high quality diamond. I have learnt that we are created for His purpose to bring glory to His name. <br />
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<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strike>Getting good grades </strike>Pursue Excellence</span></strong><br />
I learnt to pursue excellence and success will comes behind it. It is not just about getting good results in examination, but to acquire as much knowledge as you can during your uni years. Knowledge has proven itself to be the Ultimate Power in today's world. <br />
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<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Cherish my loved ones</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Time Management</span></strong><br />
I snoozed my alarm less compared to last year. Adjusted my watch 10 minutes earlier. =)<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Exercise </span></strong><br />
I did bought a pair of sports shoes, but exercising in a minimal level. lol.. Starting to eat right, cutting down on junk foods and squashing more fruits into my mouth for snacks.Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-81417175976951421322011-01-18T13:41:00.000+08:002011-01-21T14:33:33.500+08:00Dissatisfied, Confused and Pure MadnessSeriously I personally do not understand why is it so hard for them to convey the right message to the public regarding the changes of the bus terminals venues. What is the PR doing??<br />
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You travelled for hours, from north to south or east to west in that crampy bus seat. About reaching your destination, the driver told you that they are dropping you at the new bus terminal which freak the passengers out. Confusion started to contaminate the publics' mind. Which bus terminal ? In-the-process-of-renovating-Puduraya OR the temporary-BJ OR the state-of-art-BTS. <br />
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The message is so unclear regarding the opening of Pudu and BTS. Especially CNY is around the corner, thousands are travelling back to their respective hometown, everyone is wondering which bus terminals to go to. Recent news mentioned that Pudu will be reopening on Feb 2, hopefully on time this time around.Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-66833758872248912652010-11-18T12:12:00.002+08:002010-11-18T12:14:22.905+08:00Selamat pagi, Cikgu!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://students.ou.edu/T/Jacqueline.J.Tabor-1/images/teacherquote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://students.ou.edu/T/Jacqueline.J.Tabor-1/images/teacherquote.jpg" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">I can still remember those days, when I was in Standard 2, how we adored our teachers. My friends and I will get up early to get to school. Waiting in the hall patiently to detect our class teacher’s red Kancil strove into the parking lot. We rushed like a swarm of bees to open the door for her. Each offering themselves to just carry her books into the teacher’s room. Able to carry the teacher’s bag was a self-actualization during that time. Those were unable to carry her bag walked out with such disappointment and agony. Teachers, in those times are like ‘Superstars’, with little paparazzi asking for autographs.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><u1:p></u1:p> </span></span></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Furthermore, we bowed our heads and wished our teachers, ‘Selamat sejahtera, cikgu’ each time we past them by. How we treat our teachers with such respect and dignity. We dig a big hole in our parents’ pockets, each wanting to give their best present to their teachers.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><u1:p></u1:p> </span></span></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Well, things change as we get older, especially in secondary years. Yes, we do respect our teachers but not to that extend of queuing up to carry her bag. We got a little more, innovative, putting our creativity in nicknaming our teachers. We giggled at their jokes and laughed hysterically when the teachers had to play games during Sports Day.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><u1:p></u1:p> </span></span></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">As I was recalling my memories, I am thankful to have noble teachers who go beyond their job specification which is teaching. They educate us with love, raising us up to be man and woman of integrity. Thank you, for every ‘rotan marks’ on our hands, for every nagging in assembly hall and for the knowledge and inspiration you gave. </span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-50351070441849509672010-11-10T17:07:00.000+08:002010-11-09T17:10:11.719+08:00Music<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkPDFMeAwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/WjADJAVz3vY/s1600/Violin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkPDFMeAwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/WjADJAVz3vY/s320/Violin.jpg" width="231" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">I really adored and admired musicians. Either they are pressing the ivory-coloured of piano keys, strumming the strings of an accoustic guitar or swaying the bow against the violin's strings. The pleasure of listening to music and playing an instrument itself is totally different. Playing an instrument captures one's inner soul and emotions. Playing an instrument makes your senses go crazy. Getting to touch the texture of the smooth, wooden violin. You have the authority in placing pressure to produce louder notes or vice versa. You get to experience the music flowing right throught that thing you are holding into your ear drums and penetrate gently to your soul.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">My biggest regret is not pursuing music. I still remembered that day, when my dad asked me, "Carol, do you want to learn to learn piano?". I declined immediately, giving an excuse that looking into a book of 'tauges' makes me dizzy as in music notes. I dread practices, playing the same song again and again and lastly piano exam. Thanks to my friends who keeps complaining about 'their encounter' with the ang moh piano examiner. It literally make my knees turned jelly. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">It's my dream to be able to play an instrument. By the way, does castanets counted as a music instuments?? cause yeah, I am talented in castanets. Dream come true. lol :)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkO0nhEnMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/eHTzT68_7G4/s1600/castanet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkO0nhEnMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/eHTzT68_7G4/s200/castanet.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-16511256298595334792010-11-09T16:03:00.007+08:002010-11-09T16:22:15.211+08:00Words of Wisdom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkA5VGFfWI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nPURyZaapis/s1600/a-prayer-for-times-like-these.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" height="168" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkA5VGFfWI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nPURyZaapis/s200/a-prayer-for-times-like-these.jpg" width="200" /></strong></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>- Prayer is not a "spare wheel" that you pull out when in trouble, but it is a "steering wheel" that directs the right path throughout. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>- Do you know why a Car's WINDSHIELD is so large & the Rearview Mirror is so small? Because our PAST is not as important as our FUTURE. Look Ahead and Move on. </strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjncxMQjqWDMSGxEtdh8rYeCwE_cMDYdrEfeGQ01JNpt5m9YkvT8yfrz3giUUHXK6Z0qSX33Q3BRLleLyGEon_Kzn3k87I7D5vp32F3ThWDNrOuG2XC2ZbgbSx1_rk2t2R_OdWWwWkDJ8Y/s200/friendship_quote_graphic_c4.gif" width="164" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>- Friendship is like a BOOK. It takes few seconds to burn, but it takes years to write. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>- All things in life are temporary. If it is going well, enjoy it, they will not last forever. If it is going wrong, don't worry, they can't last long either.</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>- Old Friends are Gold! New Friends are Diamond! If you get a Diamond, don't forget the Gold! Because to hold a Diamond, you always need a Base of Gold! </strong><br />
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</strong></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>- Often when we lose hope and think this is the end, GOD smiles from above and says, "Relax, sweetheart, it's just a bend, not the end! </strong></div></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong></strong> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong></strong></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkEXIo9aNI/AAAAAAAAAbM/po7iEWWXxXs/s1600/faith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TNkEXIo9aNI/AAAAAAAAAbM/po7iEWWXxXs/s200/faith.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>- When GOD solves your problems, you have faith in HIS abilities; when GOD doesn't solve your problems HE has faith in your abilities. </strong></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>- A blind person once asked: "Can there be anything worse than losing eye sight?" The reply: "Yes, losing your vision!" </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>- When you pray for others, God listens to you and blesses them, and sometimes, when you are safe and happy, remember that someone has prayed for you. </strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</strong></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>- WORRYING does not take away tomorrow's TROUBLES, it takes away todays' PEACE.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjncxMQjqWDMSGxEtdh8rYeCwE_cMDYdrEfeGQ01JNpt5m9YkvT8yfrz3giUUHXK6Z0qSX33Q3BRLleLyGEon_Kzn3k87I7D5vp32F3ThWDNrOuG2XC2ZbgbSx1_rk2t2R_OdWWwWkDJ8Y/s1600/friendship_quote_graphic_c4.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-88573128785272261002010-10-07T15:17:00.000+08:002010-10-07T15:17:07.997+08:00Public Bank Debit Card<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TK1r3VrtlfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zVGS47H_AM4/s1600/995c9c095797e2ac8475bb567f4fd141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="183" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TK1r3VrtlfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zVGS47H_AM4/s200/995c9c095797e2ac8475bb567f4fd141.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Have you embarrassed yourself for not having enough cash to pay at the counter?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9wJoFQfjPsVxVqNKVF3jkcru8C3_RKeDxvqGtQ_pHBDEM427EGykQE42KWiB69luxc5v9TVYKN1UEMCYaXxsijwaSitdhscT64EnCs4kxKLsM2FRbTH3D_Yk-g9Ns6kZi7Xonu6PNT3o/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9wJoFQfjPsVxVqNKVF3jkcru8C3_RKeDxvqGtQ_pHBDEM427EGykQE42KWiB69luxc5v9TVYKN1UEMCYaXxsijwaSitdhscT64EnCs4kxKLsM2FRbTH3D_Yk-g9Ns6kZi7Xonu6PNT3o/s1600/c.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Or you have to freeze your credit card for your uncontrollable spending habits?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Click to know more <a href="http://malaysia.youthsays.com/carol17/publicbankdebit">Public Bank Debit card</a></div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-68553925998571163352010-10-06T14:56:00.002+08:002010-10-06T15:04:16.184+08:00Little Miss Nyonya<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">Let's start by giving you a little bit of my history. Well, my dad is a pure Cantonese man while my mum is a pure Peranakan lady, which subsequently make me half-Nyonya known as 'Baba Celup'. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">Nyonyas are famous for their delectable cuisine, of course. Ranging from kuihs to dishes. The desserts especially are mouth-watering. The sweetness that tantalise your taste buds. Was wondering what happened to the 'great cook' genes which I did not inherit. My grandma cooks well, my aunt cooks super well, my mum cooks okay. Well, I guess not enough 'great cook' genes to be distributed to me. I am really a loser when it comes to cooking. I just can't get the taste combination right. I can't estimate how long can the chicken or fish be cooked. But there's one position I can triumph. I can eat ! Yeah.. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">PS: I need these pictures to inspire and motivate me to learn cooking.. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TKwd-K7tKaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4PvvE68eeNM/s1600/m_pg06nyonya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="64" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TKwd-K7tKaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4PvvE68eeNM/s320/m_pg06nyonya.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 515px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 470px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /></a></div><img height="73" src="http://www.mywisewife.com/images/stories/Recipe/AyamPongteh/AyamPongteh3.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 399px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 916px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /> <br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-87694417504093832812010-10-06T14:13:00.000+08:002010-10-06T15:01:09.522+08:00<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><strong><em>God, I shall rejoice in trials. It opens my eyes to new perspective and above all, it causes me to fall in love with You all over again.</em></strong></span>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-18138564318738547232010-09-28T15:01:00.001+08:002010-09-28T15:14:47.459+08:00My favourites !!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLx2SfZkrkT-E9NnY-hooh4eO0FzePqMN3QXinwGJra3SWj1dnY0fJnD9CrGWqqfs0ICf_OR7f-l5mAJANsh9_kE2zzy1KQxw5dk3GforbSSxWOxok9xDwlwn1q7HajCFZWkSWDDiTdM/s1600/pl_2_detail_1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLx2SfZkrkT-E9NnY-hooh4eO0FzePqMN3QXinwGJra3SWj1dnY0fJnD9CrGWqqfs0ICf_OR7f-l5mAJANsh9_kE2zzy1KQxw5dk3GforbSSxWOxok9xDwlwn1q7HajCFZWkSWDDiTdM/s400/pl_2_detail_1.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPp5j7ag1L-5CG4XCjbGkUSvSuF2oblwE5STFKMsTALcKe1I9R_pGKljSXN6lzliSdpUChdLlTg3yQiIcJ5t5a7V-mdu7UNmYF05-ybVpMA0qLG7SJYIkJ562LvFk77EjqcdJbplmwZmg/s1600/pl_1_detail_1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPp5j7ag1L-5CG4XCjbGkUSvSuF2oblwE5STFKMsTALcKe1I9R_pGKljSXN6lzliSdpUChdLlTg3yQiIcJ5t5a7V-mdu7UNmYF05-ybVpMA0qLG7SJYIkJ562LvFk77EjqcdJbplmwZmg/s400/pl_1_detail_1.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TKGVf5No2zI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ILkZ0TS12Mg/s1600/pl_5_detail_1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TKGVf5No2zI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ILkZ0TS12Mg/s400/pl_5_detail_1.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TKGUhqoXURI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1ndcmbf4sBM/s1600/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_18VJYNqPQ/TKGUhqoXURI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1ndcmbf4sBM/s400/2.png" width="400" /></a></div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-44136352860868088852010-09-28T14:46:00.002+08:002010-10-06T15:12:38.320+08:00Chicken pox<div style="text-align: justify;">Getting chicken pox at the age of 21 is an experience which definitely requires a posting in my blog. Most of my friends have gotten chicken pox during their childhood. I am the exception. I have been always wondering.. "When is my turn??" "How come mine so late?" I chuckled to myself, it must have gotten lost somewhere.. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The symptoms hit me on the very first day. I had bad migraine, body ache and slight fever. All I could do was lied on the bed and sleep the whole day. I can't even move my legs to walk. Tired and weak.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wanted a good rest, hoping that I would get better the next day for uni. Woke up in shock when I noticed that annoying red dots all over my neck and shoulders. I shrieked, "Oh, not Chicken pox!". Well, you see, I'm in the midst of preparing for my final exams. Another part of me whispered, "Come on, it might be rashes or some kind of allergy". Well, I'm prone to allergies. Insect and bees just love me..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">By the evening, the spots gets more, some sprinkle over my face and my body. That when I decided that I have to face the truth. It might be chicken pox. Went to the doctor for confirmation. And Yes it is, the day has come when I finally had my chicken pox. Filled with excitement and thrill. My friends thought I was crazy for being rejoicing over chicken pox. Seriously, Thank God for His peace and comfort.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Rushed back to Muar. I was quarantined as my dear sis hadn't had one. Well, I was enjoying every moment of it being pampered, being the 'chicken pox princess' at home. Well, I had a good excuse for being one. Food and water is being served.lol</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The particular night was a disaster. My whole body was hot. Literally, you can feel your body is burning with fire, signifying more spots is mushrooming its way out. I was tossing all over, feeling uncomfortable being hot and the next minute cold. It was definitely a long night. I couldn't sleep. It was later, when I decided to turn on Hillsong worship. I felt much more serene and relax. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We Chinese have a way of making people who are unwell even more miserable. The worst of all is the long list of food that I am told to abstain. No soya sauce because that will cause the scars to darken. No chicken, fish, prawns, crabs which are considered toxins that may affect the spots to be itchy. And then there is the no oily food for heatiness. Noodles, ABC soups and vege has been on menu list for one week.<br />
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Felt horrible but I know God is watching over me.. :)</div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-31475474074964648622010-09-23T15:08:00.000+08:002010-09-23T15:08:51.336+08:00<strong><span style="color: red;">Anxiety</span></strong><br />
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Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. <br />
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Philippians 4:6-7 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: orange;">Brokenhearted</span></strong><br />
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The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. <br />
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Psalm 34:18 (NASB) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: yellow;">Confusion</span></strong><br />
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For God is not the author of confusion but of peace ... <br />
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1 Corinthians 14:33 (NKJV) <br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: black; color: lime;">Defeat</span></strong><br />
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We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair ... <br />
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2 Corinthians 4:8 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: cyan;">Disappointment</span></strong><br />
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And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. <br />
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Romans 8:28 (NLT) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: blue;">Doubt</span></strong><br />
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I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you. <br />
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Matthew 17:20 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">Failure</span></strong><br />
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The godly may trip seven times, but they will get up again. <br />
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Proverbs 24:16 (NLT) <br />
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For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline. <br />
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2 Timothy 1:7 (NLT) <br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: black; color: red;">Grief</span></strong><br />
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Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. <br />
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Psalm 23:4 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: orange;">Hunger</span></strong><br />
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Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God. <br />
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Matthew 4:4 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: yellow;">Impatience</span></strong><br />
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Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD. <br />
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Psalm 27:14 (NIV) <br />
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Jesus replied, "What is impossible with men is possible with God." <br />
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Luke 18:27 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;">Inability</span></strong><br />
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And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work. <br />
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2 Corinthians 9:8 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: black; color: blue;">Inadequacy</span></strong><br />
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I can do everything through him who gives me strength. <br />
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Philippians 4:13 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: black; color: purple;">Lacking Direction</span></strong><br />
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Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take. <br />
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Proverbs 3:5-6 (NLT) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: magenta;">Lacking Intelligence</span></strong><br />
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If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. <br />
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James 1:5 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;">Lacking Wisdom</span></strong><br />
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It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. <br />
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1 Corinthians 1:30 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: orange;">Loneliness </span></strong><br />
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... the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. <br />
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Deuteronomy 31:6 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: yellow;">Mourning</span></strong><br />
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Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. <br />
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Matthew 5:4 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: black; color: lime;">Poverty</span></strong><br />
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And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus. <br />
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Philippians 4:19 (NKJV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: cyan;">Rejection </span></strong><br />
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No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. <br />
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Romans 8:39 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: blue;">Sorrow</span></strong><br />
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I will turn their mourning into joy and will comfort them and give them joy for their sorrow. <br />
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Jeremiah 31:13 (NASB) <br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: purple;"><span style="background-color: black; color: purple;">Temptation</span><span style="background-color: black;"></span></span><br />
No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it. <br />
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1 Corinthians 10:13 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: magenta;">Tiredness</span></strong><br />
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... but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. <br />
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Isaiah 40:31 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;">Unforgiveness</span></strong><br />
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So now there is no condemnation for those who belong to Christ Jesus. <br />
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Romans 8:1 (NLT) <br />
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If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. <br />
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1 John 1:9 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: orange;">Unloved</span></strong><br />
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See how very much our Father loves us, for he calls us his children, and that is what we are! <br />
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1 John 3:1 (NLT) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: yellow;">Weakness</span></strong><br />
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My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. <br />
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2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: lime;">Weariness</span></strong><br />
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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. <br />
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Matthew 11:28-30 (NIV) <br />
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<strong><span style="color: cyan;">Worry</span></strong><br />
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Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you. <br />
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1 Peter 5:7 (NLT) </strong>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886622623672808914.post-20927854914932839202010-08-25T14:11:00.001+08:002010-08-25T14:11:44.798+08:00When I look at You<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>When my world is falling apart.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>When there's no light to break up the dark,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>That's when I, I, I look at you.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>When the waves are flooding the shore, </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>and I can't find my way home anymore.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>That's when I, I, I look at you.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>When I look at you, </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>I see forgiveness, </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>I see the truth.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>You love me for who I am,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Like the stars hold the moon,</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>Right there where they belong. </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>and I know im not alone.</strong></span><br />
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Miley Cyrus<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
This song somehow reminded me of our Abba Father's great and unconditional love for his children on earth. For the times, when life gets tough, You are always there for me during my tears and joy. Walking hand in hand with me through this amazing journey. Couldn't imagine life without You, carrying me through of all the trials I face. It is you that keeps me going, to live victoriously and giving You all the praise and glory. </div>Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613206046104942668noreply@blogger.com0