<?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-7477071547323645093</id><updated>2011-11-07T04:40:51.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tales from rebekah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-5657922414019409822</id><published>2011-11-07T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T04:40:51.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock...the time runs out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C3LJkEZhGOM/TrfRzluAzhI/AAAAAAAACQA/9wb4HT6_FMw/s1600/floating_islands_2-wallpaper-1280x800.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C3LJkEZhGOM/TrfRzluAzhI/AAAAAAAACQA/9wb4HT6_FMw/s400/floating_islands_2-wallpaper-1280x800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672232939925065234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Met up recently with another friend of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has plans to get married but NO money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's really sad when couples like this crave so long for this day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only to have their hopes dampen due to the expensive housing in Singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so, tick tock the time runs out as I find my determination to hang on slipping away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My strength being sapped away day by day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All in the name of FAITH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;all in the name of faith...&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/7477071547323645093-5657922414019409822?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/5657922414019409822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/11/tick-tockthe-time-runs-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5657922414019409822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5657922414019409822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/11/tick-tockthe-time-runs-out.html' title='Tick Tock...the time runs out'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C3LJkEZhGOM/TrfRzluAzhI/AAAAAAAACQA/9wb4HT6_FMw/s72-c/floating_islands_2-wallpaper-1280x800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-7122206992186446</id><published>2011-10-13T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T08:13:21.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Eyed Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyvqTaEJ3w4/Tpb_9J14X8I/AAAAAAAACPs/HfczKN5pCLU/s1600/Monster.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyvqTaEJ3w4/Tpb_9J14X8I/AAAAAAAACPs/HfczKN5pCLU/s400/Monster.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662995007543992258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old habits die hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The green eyed monster is back and more aggressive than ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But there's always 2 sides to a coin and its precisely because of such envy I get to see a clearer picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prayfully all things will work out to be fine and jealousy will stir you into action and eventually a long awaited breakthrough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing is prefect Mr Caution. Time for your turn to be green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-7122206992186446?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/7122206992186446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/10/green-eyed-monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7122206992186446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7122206992186446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/10/green-eyed-monster.html' title='Green Eyed Monster'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyvqTaEJ3w4/Tpb_9J14X8I/AAAAAAAACPs/HfczKN5pCLU/s72-c/Monster.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-568247575236352305</id><published>2011-10-03T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T05:46:51.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foong Family left their trails in Hong Kong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:680px;padding:0;margin:0;border:none;background:#000 url(http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/ta-0300-871a-41df/e/f4e89ae3fb/bg)0 0 no-repeat"&gt;&lt;embed width="680" height="425" src="http://images.travelpod.com/bin/tripwow/flash/tripwow.swf" flashvars="xmlPath=http%3A%2F%2Ftripwow.tripadvisor.com%2Ftripwow%2Fta-0300-871a-41df%2Fapxml%3Fed%3Df4e89ae3fb%26ref%3D" base="http://images.travelpod.com/bin/tripwow/flash/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" name="TripWow" wmode="opaque" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;!-- Use of this widget is subject to the terms stated here: http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/widget_terms.html --&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;width: 680px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, sans-serif; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 9px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/ta-0300-871a-41df" style="color:#c60"&gt;Hong Kong Trails  Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;: The’s trip from &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com.sg/Tourism-g294262-Singapore-Vacations.html" style="color:#c60"&gt;Singapore&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com.sg/Tourism-g294217-Hong_Kong_Hong_Kong_Region-Vacations.html" style="color:#c60"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com.sg/Tourism-g294211-China-Vacations.html" style="color:#c60"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt; was created by &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com.sg" style="color:#c60"&gt;TripAdvisor&lt;/a&gt;. 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Create a free &lt;a href="http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/" style="color:#c60"&gt;slideshow with music&lt;/a&gt; from your travel photos.&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/7477071547323645093-568247575236352305?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/568247575236352305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/10/foong-family-left-their-trails-ard-hong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/568247575236352305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/568247575236352305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/10/foong-family-left-their-trails-ard-hong.html' title='The Foong Family left their trails in Hong Kong!'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-8193163848865142218</id><published>2011-09-17T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T08:59:11.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>最近</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;比较平静&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;直到和朋友刚碰面，偶然发现原来对方已经不是处女。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;而且超过一个人的经验。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;世界真的变了，周遭的朋友都把这样的关系习以为常。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;真的觉得世界变了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;爸爸说着也真的没什么震惊的。我想也是的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-8193163848865142218?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/8193163848865142218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8193163848865142218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8193163848865142218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='最近'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-6405460805518533610</id><published>2011-09-08T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T00:37:48.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's tugging at your heart strings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPvnAWAV2SU/TmnA6yWJlXI/AAAAAAAACPY/70VMD4u6JkM/s1600/vintage_microphone-wallpaper-1280x720.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPvnAWAV2SU/TmnA6yWJlXI/AAAAAAAACPY/70VMD4u6JkM/s400/vintage_microphone-wallpaper-1280x720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650259323692619122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently was doing my QT when I came across this article regarding feeling the nudge from God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The article ended with the thought provoking question if I could felt any nudges from God recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I sit back and reflect upon the recent happenings, bit by bit little episodes do make a little sense to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing romantic, mainly practical issues that I have to face if we were to truly be together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Independence &lt;b&gt;strongly &lt;/b&gt;required&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was speaking to my GB captain the other day when she casually remarked how she gets home and cook dinner only to wait till 9pm before her husband returns from the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have been going about running my errands all by myself this entire week. If not for the closeness with God, doubt I can feel satisfied inside. But thank God for His words which has filled up the empty spaces in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was riding the escalator up LOT1 the other day when I suddenly had a thought which said:"You've got to learn to settle ALOT of stuff by yourself if you really wanted to be with him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. More money &lt;b&gt;desperately&lt;/b&gt; required&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum has been reminding me to save money and yes indeed I do resolute to do so after my Europe and Cameron highlands trip :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why so? Visited my newly-wed captain (the same one) who has this beautiful designed apartment. Was so inspired, it revived my interest in interior design once again. And of course, such beauty doesn't come cheap. Which once again reminds me, if I were to seriously get married, time to save up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. More sacrifices &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt; required&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was sending back some students home the other day when I had the sudden thought that if I were to be married and become a mum, this was the kind of lifestyle I had to be prepared to go through - doing housework / fetching kids up and down / MUCH lesser "me time" and more time invested in children's studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Putting up with his old habits and negative traits, praying for his shortcomings, patience from me to tolerate and be forbearing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. Periodic pop ups of his presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least, have been bumming into places which held certain meaning to me regarding him. His first official treat for me was at this eatery called Mr Bean (JP branch):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't deliberate just something natural. We both were early, or rather the sister was late. Awkward silence between us and suddenly he asked if I had dinner or not. Me no as usual, he insisted on getting me something. So we roamed around and I chose Mr Bean. Ordered 1 pancake and drink, he was on the phone with the sister and when we finally get to pay he realised that I only took these 2 items. Insisted that I get more and I frantically said no. Cashier lady kept smiling at us both, me embarrassed, he sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though it probably didn't mean anything much to him or he probably would have forgotten, its really these little things about him that touches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really do not know what the future holds. As I said, I've liked, I've gave up, I've moved up and yet I'm back. If not for the Lord's steering, I will not reconsider at all. But what the future holds, only the Lord knows. And as mentioned, I'm quite determine to make a final decision by end Nov. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No progress, no beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-6405460805518533610?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/6405460805518533610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-tugging-at-your-heart-strings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6405460805518533610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6405460805518533610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-tugging-at-your-heart-strings.html' title='What&apos;s tugging at your heart strings?'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPvnAWAV2SU/TmnA6yWJlXI/AAAAAAAACPY/70VMD4u6JkM/s72-c/vintage_microphone-wallpaper-1280x720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-1733161504579784199</id><published>2011-08-28T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T07:24:39.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hlDztzpVfUo/TlpMZ_qtndI/AAAAAAAACPQ/CAGljm7FMHc/s1600/winter_8-wallpaper-1280x720.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hlDztzpVfUo/TlpMZ_qtndI/AAAAAAAACPQ/CAGljm7FMHc/s400/winter_8-wallpaper-1280x720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645909092333362642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An immensely poignant topic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently got to know of two break ups and one beginning of a new r/s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny thing is that, I was kind of sensing that something was amiss for the break ups even way before I got to know it myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Told Dad that this was a natural woman's instinct but he told me, it was a sensitivity built up over years of heartaches and experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His words stopped me in my train of thoughts and got me thinking hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I self reflect, the changes that take place inside became more obvious: I was definitely more mature in the way I handled things, willing to compromise &amp;amp; understand where guys are coming from but most imptly, entrust my future in God's hands now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do feel sad for these ex-couples yet on the other hand, rejoice for their success stories. Success because the r/s has mould them into better beings, helped them to understand what they want clearer so that they can look forward to a improved self in the next r/s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I thought about us. The many years of waiting, pondering and praying and still no progress despite the recent phone call you made due to my chronic illness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This incident only helped me to realise why the inclination yet the situation remains as stagnant as ever. And as new people begin to trickle into my life, I pray that my eyes can be opened to see His direction, to hold or not to hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Amen-  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-1733161504579784199?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/1733161504579784199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/08/break-ups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1733161504579784199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1733161504579784199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/08/break-ups.html' title='Break Ups'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hlDztzpVfUo/TlpMZ_qtndI/AAAAAAAACPQ/CAGljm7FMHc/s72-c/winter_8-wallpaper-1280x720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-8315128766996304624</id><published>2011-08-09T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T21:51:30.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a sabbatical break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMmManBW_dc/TkIOSTkdmoI/AAAAAAAACPI/YTlYYHN8sBk/s1600/asleep-wallpaper-1280x720.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMmManBW_dc/TkIOSTkdmoI/AAAAAAAACPI/YTlYYHN8sBk/s400/asleep-wallpaper-1280x720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639085391074925186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently got in touch with a number of brothers and sisters who happen to arrive at their breaking point all about the same time. Can't help but feel that in this particular period of our lives where so many things are taking place, its inevitable that one feels drained and no more can be given back to the ministry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was doing my QT today, lo and behold for the first time I realised that the bible does approach this topic - serving with wisdom to sustain for the long run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was derived from the record of Moses's father in law giving him some timely advice on how to delegate this duties so as not to tire himself out. The text from Exodus 18:13-27 sounds so surreal I could even imagine my dad speaking to me in the exact same words (taking it out of context of course). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bottom line: its crucial that we learn to prioritise and delegate or let go so that we do not wear ourselves. As I thought about this, I remembered about my letting go of the children choir ministry - how it was settled and then how it came back to square one when my substitute decided to back out last minute. Definitely not a responsible move but I guess it was much better for her to say No now then to get tired and be angry with God in future. (that happens!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, more often than not I need that wisdom too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realised that I've been taking up more than I can handle most of the time, out of convenience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If we don't come apart and rest awhile, we may just plain come apart." - Havner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-8315128766996304624?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;在机缘巧合之下被邀成为大堂的崇拜司琴。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;虽然自己从未真正想过但仍然感到开心。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;可能自己对于音乐一直是有热忱……在这次台湾旅行中也购买了些诗歌的乐谱。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;虽然在当时有闪过：“都没机会弹，干嘛买？”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;但只因单纯的喜欢，就一口气买下了几本。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;如今却能在大堂中同大家分享，心中的快乐确实加倍！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-1084148715932784581?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brings back loads of memories of my jap drama chasing days back in 1995.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-574359990390568031?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/574359990390568031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/06/valentines-radio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/574359990390568031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/574359990390568031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/06/valentines-radio.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Radio'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gHANLIamIdk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-2000491232046793788</id><published>2011-05-26T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T08:17:05.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhilarated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0yAoR4_zBI/Td5u5f0qB9I/AAAAAAAACO0/4b2_OF6sfII/s1600/sheldoncooper.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0yAoR4_zBI/Td5u5f0qB9I/AAAAAAAACO0/4b2_OF6sfII/s400/sheldoncooper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611044119824173010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah Got into NTU-ADM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her first choice somemore :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Praise be to God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-2000491232046793788?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/2000491232046793788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/05/exhilarated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/2000491232046793788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/2000491232046793788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/05/exhilarated.html' title='Exhilarated'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0yAoR4_zBI/Td5u5f0qB9I/AAAAAAAACO0/4b2_OF6sfII/s72-c/sheldoncooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-8236761516789663716</id><published>2011-05-13T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T18:00:54.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOI-c7HvT4c/Tc3TKAEvj7I/AAAAAAAACOk/phW7aAyFt7s/s1600/lbp2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOI-c7HvT4c/Tc3TKAEvj7I/AAAAAAAACOk/phW7aAyFt7s/s400/lbp2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606369279918182322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing happened recently that requires my attention on this issue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, the quiet time article had me thinking hard about this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was very caught up in this matter 4 years back during my last semester&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of my sophomore year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was quite a difficult phrase as I have been grievously wrong and felt really defendless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The person who started it all was a sister-in-christ whom I felt really disgusted with thereafter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What strike me in particular was this quote by Corrie Ten Boom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (A christian woman who survived the Holocaust)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Forgiveness is to set a prisoner free, and to realize the prisoner is you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a poignant statement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True forgiveness comes when we experience the freedom from the anger, bitterness and hurt that previously imprisoned us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So forgiveness is indeed a long process as mentioned in the bible Matt. 18:21-22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, "Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother when he sin against me? Up to seven times?" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus answered, " I tell you not seven times, but seven times seven times."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus's reply make it clear that forgiveness does not come by easy. It may be a life long process but it matters to the Lord that we come to settle this issue for good eventually in our hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-8236761516789663716?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/8236761516789663716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/05/forgiveness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8236761516789663716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8236761516789663716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/05/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOI-c7HvT4c/Tc3TKAEvj7I/AAAAAAAACOk/phW7aAyFt7s/s72-c/lbp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-5811894929903516397</id><published>2011-05-12T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:29:39.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>受宠若惊</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpD7xsQ42nA/TcvqwpPUTdI/AAAAAAAACOc/t97ST72tBvQ/s1600/jimmy_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpD7xsQ42nA/TcvqwpPUTdI/AAAAAAAACOc/t97ST72tBvQ/s400/jimmy_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605832282617433554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;最近一直在面书上收到他的留言&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;原本以为只是三两句却演变成每日的回应。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;他的积极确实让我难以招架，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;毕竟他已冷淡了这么多年。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;也因如此，我更要谨慎处理。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;其实，两人都到这个年龄，若认真看待之间的事也很自然。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我真希望事情有所突破但并非我意念而是顺着您的计划。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-5811894929903516397?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/5811894929903516397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5811894929903516397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5811894929903516397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_12.html' title='受宠若惊'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpD7xsQ42nA/TcvqwpPUTdI/AAAAAAAACOc/t97ST72tBvQ/s72-c/jimmy_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-1800118888106004048</id><published>2011-05-10T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T08:56:22.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 12:15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQh8dxUxCXw/TcleUtEmowI/AAAAAAAACOU/9qX8nHgvfUI/s1600/Hugs-%2526-Kisses.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQh8dxUxCXw/TcleUtEmowI/AAAAAAAACOU/9qX8nHgvfUI/s400/Hugs-%2526-Kisses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605114921028592386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favourite verse in the bible: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Celebrate with those who celebrate, cry with those who cry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a simple but powerful statement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How many a times, we're simply so quick to heap our words of wisdom to people who's been utterly torn apart by woes of the world, troubles of the heart. Yet we've lacked the most crucial ingredient - empathy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spoke to a fren on her recent painful experience with her crush. Who has crushed her spirits totally. And doesn't that seem vaguely familiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flash back to 2 years back, mid 2009. I finally broke the silence and spoke to him only to fall flat after his ambiguous reply (which was no). Then there was the heart wrenching discovery of Mum contracting breast cancer, on top of that I was overwhelmed with endless reports and exams preparations all due at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking back, there was no way I could have endured without your strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fast forward to 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have every reason to be hateful but I thank God I wasn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's still a friend and up till recently, we seem to be on good terms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But its a guarded relationship that I tread with caution due to the bad experience and I don't think I'm wrong in doing so. While Hannah mentions that he has been taking initiative, way much better than the past, I can't help but often ask - is it so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even as I wait, I try to wait with joy and wisdom. Its tough, but definitely possible with your providence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=Praise be to God=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-1800118888106004048?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/1800118888106004048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/05/romans-921lat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1800118888106004048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1800118888106004048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/05/romans-921lat.html' title='Romans 12:15'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DQh8dxUxCXw/TcleUtEmowI/AAAAAAAACOU/9qX8nHgvfUI/s72-c/Hugs-%2526-Kisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-1904977848380931590</id><published>2011-05-01T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T07:43:51.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>淡中带甜</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pJcxXB4TEtw/Tb1wuS6ZqOI/AAAAAAAACOM/QbuyMLL9Vt4/s1600/cutesetbg43.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 65px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pJcxXB4TEtw/Tb1wuS6ZqOI/AAAAAAAACOM/QbuyMLL9Vt4/s400/cutesetbg43.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601757452171847906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;难以解释这感觉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;但一丝的幸福感让我倍感开心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;瞬间的注视、简单的慰问-甜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;但愿彼此有同感&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/7477071547323645093-1904977848380931590?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/1904977848380931590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1904977848380931590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1904977848380931590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_01.html' title='淡中带甜'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pJcxXB4TEtw/Tb1wuS6ZqOI/AAAAAAAACOM/QbuyMLL9Vt4/s72-c/cutesetbg43.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-4660830374329975861</id><published>2011-05-01T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T07:22:53.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“辩”幻莫测</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GQUOTXAaeb8/Tb1sF8M9m3I/AAAAAAAACOE/2oLxwyDPvnE/s1600/little_big_planet.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GQUOTXAaeb8/Tb1sF8M9m3I/AAAAAAAACOE/2oLxwyDPvnE/s400/little_big_planet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601752360834407282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;今天好不容易终于完成辩论会&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;昨晚熬夜到凌晨2.30am的努力总算没白费。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;不过，挺惊讶自己能够获得“最佳辩手”的荣誉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;毕竟我确实是临时抱耶稣脚，真是惭愧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;但看到大家为着这次辩论那么努力，确实感到特别感动、欣慰。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;有努力，才有精彩。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-4660830374329975861?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/4660830374329975861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4660830374329975861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4660830374329975861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='“辩”幻莫测'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GQUOTXAaeb8/Tb1sF8M9m3I/AAAAAAAACOE/2oLxwyDPvnE/s72-c/little_big_planet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-5278335970167631041</id><published>2011-04-30T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T07:19:42.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have been losing touch with my QT for some time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as I read on the article today, can't help but realized how every article &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;speaks at the most timely moments on a certain weakness and aspect of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love especially the bottomline:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Standing on the truth doesn't get you out of the fight, but it does give you the strength to stand your ground. Listen to God's words, not Satan's lies."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I've kind of given up recently on that particular aspect of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps as everything has become so mundane so draining, I've began to slow down or even stop in my tracks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was really happy hearing how my friend finally receive her long awaited confession from the boy she likes so much. And lo and behold, wasn't I right when I conclude he was simply avoiding her because of the strong emotions he felt for her rather than against her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On one hand I was really happy, on the other hand I couldn't help but felt sorry for myself as well. I guess when you've reached a certain age and people around you are always so occupied and there you are, musing around on the weekends (when not working) if not grabbing your sibling for company, one can't help but feel like a loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've fallen so many times and how I wished I could stand up tall and proud in the Lord once again. Thank you for the reassurance that victory is ours even when things look so bleak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-5278335970167631041?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/5278335970167631041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/04/brave-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5278335970167631041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5278335970167631041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/04/brave-on.html' title='Brave on!'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-6421134971341182464</id><published>2011-04-28T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T08:21:19.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Good Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B7RgsNvhrP8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;"Have a Good Life"（電影《戀人絮語》主題曲）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作曲：范曉萱&lt;br /&gt;作詞：范曉萱&lt;br /&gt;主唱：林智娟 DD (范曉萱媽媽)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people never been loved&lt;br /&gt;Some people tasted too much&lt;br /&gt;Some people had it too tough&lt;br /&gt;Some people are good at that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone may forgive their wrong&lt;br /&gt;Even they hurt'em so bad&lt;br /&gt;Someone maybe oblivious&lt;br /&gt;Someone just choose to trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Stranger! It's so nice to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Lover! It's so nice to have you&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Beautiful! It's so nice to know you&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Not so well! It's so nice to hug you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is having their fun&lt;br /&gt;Someone's world came undone&lt;br /&gt;Some people just have had enough&lt;br /&gt;Someone is lost in the fluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Stranger! It's so nice to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Lover! It's so nice to have you&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Beautiful! It's so nice to know you&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Not so well! It's so nice to hug you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are never apart&lt;br /&gt;Some people don't have a heart&lt;br /&gt;Someone just had to give it up&lt;br /&gt;Find the next station to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Have a good day )&lt;br /&gt;(Have a good night)&lt;br /&gt;(Have a good life)&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/7477071547323645093-6421134971341182464?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/6421134971341182464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-good-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6421134971341182464'/><link 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center;"&gt;Enjoyed a rocking 26. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Its my golden age of 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/On6U-kQGBcA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My entrance to a new chapter soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-3471692878620876484?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/On6U-kQGBcA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-1676678183618813390</id><published>2011-04-16T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T08:40:53.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro Childhood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently shared bout my fave childhood cartoons to my class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lo and Behold they actually went online to check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And frankly, I was so touched and inspired...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out of my curiosity, I actually went online to relive the good old times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woohoo and here's TWO of my most most MOST fave cartoon openings!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catchy Animaniacs Intro: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KA0TS9l_nJE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pinky and the Brain Intro - Coolest Lab Mice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iJPFSNu_QNs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-1676678183618813390?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/1676678183618813390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/04/retro-childhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1676678183618813390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1676678183618813390'/><link 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&lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;1) Chaos Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2) Dream Chronicles&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Assassin Creed II: Discovery&lt;br /&gt;3) Devil May Cry 4&lt;br /&gt;4) Final Fantasy 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;5) The Graveyard&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;6) Hector: 2 episodes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Hysteria Project*&lt;br /&gt;8) Johnny two shoes&lt;br /&gt;9) The 7th Guest*&lt;br /&gt;10) Shadow Guardian&lt;br /&gt;11) Silent hill : the Escape&lt;br /&gt;12) Simon the socerer&lt;br /&gt;13) Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell: Velocity&lt;br /&gt;14) Star Wars: The Force Unleashed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;15) Taiko no Tasujin (Jap app store) + Plus&lt;br /&gt;16) Where's Waldo&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Compatible only with IOS 4 (mine's 3.0)&lt;br /&gt;Striked titles have been owned (no puns intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7477071547323645093-5221530989316646105?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/5221530989316646105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/04/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many wishes, so many thoughts yet so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing through my weekly routine like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popping down onto the bed whenever I return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could really speak and share and laugh all the bad memories off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;together&lt;/span&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/7477071547323645093-2346684835276933555?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/2346684835276933555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-fools.html#comment-form' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 days of hard work, 3 bags of chocolate pls 1 broken camera stand (mine somemore) = &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8wLnPHWgpRs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-1563563603346656506?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/1563563603346656506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/03/courtesy-from-hannah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1563563603346656506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1563563603346656506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/03/courtesy-from-hannah.html' title='Courtesy from Hannah'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8wLnPHWgpRs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-3224114315768015440</id><published>2011-03-22T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T07:15:28.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profiling a man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29jaVCxlqs8/TYiuv9xP17I/AAAAAAAACM8/yUOhmLwAteM/s1600/robot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29jaVCxlqs8/TYiuv9xP17I/AAAAAAAACM8/yUOhmLwAteM/s400/robot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586907476811306930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently met up with a couple of pals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pals whom I've kinda grew up from my teenage hood into my adulthood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its kinda sad as they begin to fade out of the fellowship scene deliberately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a unanimous response that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- lost that sense of belonging &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- felt disappoint with others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- felt judged &amp;amp; far from Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- drained out, needs a break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It first started with my JC pal, then a close sister, then a brother and now another sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its really really sad when these were people whom you've once kinda take for granted that they'll be around for a long long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And whats left now, is hardly a handful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel the burden and calling to reach out for these people yet can't help but feel at a loss to what I can do or say. I've once tried and failed miserably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wished I could speak to him about this. After all, we've belonged to the same batch, grew up together in a way and there's literally only me, him and another pal left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I analyze the issue, the only reason why I figured out that he's still around is simple because he's a twee wee less emotion, twee wee more rational, and ever ready to do the right thing as a matter of fact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess perhaps adopting a robotic outlook in life isn't that bad after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-3224114315768015440?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/3224114315768015440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/03/profiling-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/3224114315768015440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/3224114315768015440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/03/profiling-man.html' title='Profiling a man'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29jaVCxlqs8/TYiuv9xP17I/AAAAAAAACM8/yUOhmLwAteM/s72-c/robot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-7549229906739304460</id><published>2011-03-22T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T07:02:21.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--qJFhEFJmuA/TYirqvfie1I/AAAAAAAACM0/thyXu6TptPM/s1600/1126659874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--qJFhEFJmuA/TYirqvfie1I/AAAAAAAACM0/thyXu6TptPM/s400/1126659874.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586904088544705362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;In a winking of an eye and it'll soon be April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;My bday month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Its really a mixture of emotions as April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;1) Has no holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;2) Easter performance and Easter enrolment back to back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;3) I'm really 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;So you see, I wonder to embrace or repel the arrival of April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I once prayed that something special may take place by 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but till now I've yet, I repeat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;YET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;to sense any thing arriving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Everything is strangely stagnant other than my hectic work schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-7549229906739304460?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/7549229906739304460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/03/april-anxiety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7549229906739304460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7549229906739304460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/03/april-anxiety.html' title='April Anxiety'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--qJFhEFJmuA/TYirqvfie1I/AAAAAAAACM0/thyXu6TptPM/s72-c/1126659874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-5638842803667580645</id><published>2011-03-21T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T02:53:16.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>突发奇想</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F2vRhSTZkNM/TYcF4UQxSfI/AAAAAAAACMs/_vfLk5i4mSM/s1600/jazz-festival-darling-harbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F2vRhSTZkNM/TYcF4UQxSfI/AAAAAAAACMs/_vfLk5i4mSM/s400/jazz-festival-darling-harbour.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586440327846250994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;最近产生了好些突发奇想&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;不知为何，总有种莫名“好事临近”的感觉。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;但当自己冷静后，又觉得可能事情没那么顺利&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;不晓得该喜或悲，但是人生的变化总是无常。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;为何总是觉得我们彼此之间看似近、却是远？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;明明两人就只差一步。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;真的好累，别想了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-5638842803667580645?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/5638842803667580645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5638842803667580645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5638842803667580645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_21.html' title='突发奇想'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F2vRhSTZkNM/TYcF4UQxSfI/AAAAAAAACMs/_vfLk5i4mSM/s72-c/jazz-festival-darling-harbour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-4397426213622059962</id><published>2011-03-21T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:51:23.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a85LDaKv-8o/TYcDchZASZI/AAAAAAAACMk/IG15ruGnt_w/s1600/green-tea%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a85LDaKv-8o/TYcDchZASZI/AAAAAAAACMk/IG15ruGnt_w/s400/green-tea%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586437651310856594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have been so overwhelm with the recent PTM project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beginning to feel the discomfort of being someone in charge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its NOT easy selling the idea and convincing others to been responsible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after all, its ever so convenient to push the blame to something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or someone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a cuppa tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-4397426213622059962?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/4397426213622059962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/03/stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4397426213622059962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4397426213622059962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/03/stop.html' title='STOP'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a85LDaKv-8o/TYcDchZASZI/AAAAAAAACMk/IG15ruGnt_w/s72-c/green-tea%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-5959960234147668459</id><published>2011-03-11T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:55:02.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:[</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently felt really overwhelmed with additional workload. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking at my projects at hand: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) PTM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) Drill Competition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3) Easter Enrollment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4) GB Week &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5) Easter Day Performance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6) E-learning Week &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7) P3 Learning Journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8) MT week - P3 competition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9) SEM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10) CIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11) P3 SA2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All these minus the church commitments I have at hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) Choir sectionals (piano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) Children's Choir Accompaniment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3) Choir Member &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4) Choir small group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5) Choir secretary &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6) Fellowship Prog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7) Prayer Meeting Pianist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listing it out does really help abit though I must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then again, it reminds me how little time I have and yet so much to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-5959960234147668459?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/5959960234147668459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5959960234147668459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5959960234147668459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_11.html' title=':['/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-1939164969269964917</id><published>2011-03-11T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:27:30.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>最近比较累</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;最近开始迷上 了徐克的“黄飞鸿”系列。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;看着看着，总能让自己心情轻松许多。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;如今碰到一些困难，可能得打官司。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;真是一波未平，一波又起。  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-1939164969269964917?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/1939164969269964917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1939164969269964917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1939164969269964917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='最近比较累'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-122343501144456456</id><published>2011-01-15T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:12:02.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TTHHB-NsiFI/AAAAAAAACMY/cicMEsiyw5w/s1600/1148601202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TTHHB-NsiFI/AAAAAAAACMY/cicMEsiyw5w/s400/1148601202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562445851473512530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bought Hannah this extremely Kawaii dressy top! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oooo and I'm going for the laid back style recently :] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was in love with yesterday's daily bread article: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The circumstances in our lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seem random and unplanned;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But someday we will surely see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The order of God's hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A timely reminder for a weary heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-122343501144456456?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/122343501144456456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/01/hot-buys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/122343501144456456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/122343501144456456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/01/hot-buys.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TTHHB-NsiFI/AAAAAAAACMY/cicMEsiyw5w/s72-c/1148601202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-7071272706709210291</id><published>2011-01-13T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:40:25.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in the ***</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been the start of 2011 and I'm already feeling overwhelmed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have yet to list down my duties proper, thought I might as well do so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here it goes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Teacher for P3 / P4 &amp;amp; P5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) ICT committee 2nd i/c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) PLC Chinese Dept rep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) P3 CL rep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) GB Primary i/c [workload x5]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) CL learning portal i/c &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7) PLC  i/c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8) CNY concert 2nd i/c &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9) P5 ICT i/c &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Church:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Choir member &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Choir publicity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Children Choir pianist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Fellowship programme i/c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Prayer meeting pianist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Others:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Hallelujah member &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Daughter to mum and dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Sister to younger sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mmm I don't know why but listing down makes wonders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do feel slightly lightened after looking at my scope. It's not that heavy after all! &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok no, just that I get a clearer scope on what I'm doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AND to think someone had the nerve to ignore my sms and tell me he was too busy to respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This kind should be strike by lightning. What a pain in the ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TS8bazity1I/AAAAAAAACMI/ainR2cGtmIE/s400/0511-1008-0523-0038_Cartoon_of_a_Man_Being_Struck_by_Lightening_clipart_image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561694212152216402" /&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/7477071547323645093-7071272706709210291?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/7071272706709210291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/01/pain-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7071272706709210291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7071272706709210291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/01/pain-in-my.html' title='Pain in the ***'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TS8bazity1I/AAAAAAAACMI/ainR2cGtmIE/s72-c/0511-1008-0523-0038_Cartoon_of_a_Man_Being_Struck_by_Lightening_clipart_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-6294691701038329126</id><published>2011-01-10T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T07:57:34.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TSsrrAnFCbI/AAAAAAAACLw/xMTX_Tn-WDY/s1600/jealous.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TSsrrAnFCbI/AAAAAAAACLw/xMTX_Tn-WDY/s400/jealous.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560586182817286578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He snapped at us today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ridiculous act ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's being unreasonable big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's really not nice though his organic maple syrup was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh wells, I guess we can't have both worlds can we?&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-6294691701038329126?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/6294691701038329126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/01/snapped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6294691701038329126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6294691701038329126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2011/01/snapped.html' title='snapped'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TSsrrAnFCbI/AAAAAAAACLw/xMTX_Tn-WDY/s72-c/jealous.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-6175732492408569595</id><published>2010-12-28T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T08:55:53.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when God ignores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was reading through this article on ODJ site today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feels exactly what I'm going through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wouldn't dare say that God ignores since I know he HAS been answering my cries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is concerned but has chosen not to answer my prayers for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I ask how why who when where? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He tells me to be still. (Psalm 46:10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt that I've been traveling and struggling through a desert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of say 3 years? Feeling exactly like the Israelites wandering in the wilderness for 40 years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;due to their stubbornness. Now I fear the same for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I the one ignoring God's signs and help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I been too adamant on setting my sights just on one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm quite lost to be honest. Perhaps I have the key to the answer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then when I ask God for answer, he told me to be still again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twice I'm getting it. How can I not keep quiet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-6175732492408569595?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/6175732492408569595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-god-ignores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6175732492408569595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6175732492408569595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-god-ignores.html' title='when God ignores'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-2024778434718880191</id><published>2010-12-27T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:18:35.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3YcNzHOBmk8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/3YcNzHOBmk8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss me. Love me. Kiss me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-2024778434718880191?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/2024778434718880191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/kiss-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/2024778434718880191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/2024778434718880191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/kiss-me.html' title='Kiss Me'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-4435533937773339303</id><published>2010-12-27T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:17:18.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TRlWr4BvVzI/AAAAAAAACLg/Qp5XcV4H5l4/s1600/piano%2Blove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TRlWr4BvVzI/AAAAAAAACLg/Qp5XcV4H5l4/s400/piano%2Blove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555566927112263474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is like playing the piano &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First you must learn to play by the rules &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-4435533937773339303?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/4435533937773339303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4435533937773339303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4435533937773339303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TRlWr4BvVzI/AAAAAAAACLg/Qp5XcV4H5l4/s72-c/piano%2Blove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-1445353973816736975</id><published>2010-12-27T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T08:17:04.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting aimlessly as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When will these end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder was it my stubbornness that kept the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if 2 will make 4 miserable, does that mean 1's sacrifice will make 3 happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should I be the 1?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-1445353973816736975?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/1445353973816736975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1445353973816736975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1445353973816736975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-5312218297462338867</id><published>2010-12-27T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T08:07:33.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A seemingly simple statement that evokes such strong sentiments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-5312218297462338867?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/5312218297462338867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5312218297462338867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5312218297462338867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-4475067415452273112</id><published>2010-12-10T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T07:37:17.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>packed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TQJGmUe2YXI/AAAAAAAACLU/ktitWC8P9UM/s1600/RETRO_LADY_REPOSTED_by_Retro2goddess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TQJGmUe2YXI/AAAAAAAACLU/ktitWC8P9UM/s400/RETRO_LADY_REPOSTED_by_Retro2goddess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549075315020947826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking at my schedule,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's basically packed everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow and to think I was moaning that it would be an uneventful Dec holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;tsk tsk...&lt;/span&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/7477071547323645093-4475067415452273112?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/4475067415452273112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-356556328961354513</id><published>2010-12-02T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:22:39.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Recently someone was going overseas to Canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me excitedly requested for some maple leafs....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as I wanted to laminate and make beautiful bookmarks out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TPhT0eiTkTI/AAAAAAAACLM/MwN84Iihuzs/s1600/Vector-beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TPhT0eiTkTI/AAAAAAAACLM/MwN84Iihuzs/s400/Vector-beautiful.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546275102122021170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately it's -20 degrees over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe he can scout from the dumpsters, chances might be higher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The alternative offered &lt;strong&gt;by him&lt;/strong&gt; is maple syrup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's see whether it happens or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;history might just repeat itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TPhT0CCuhyI/AAAAAAAACLE/Le0_1kOsOHo/s400/w01901_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546275094473377570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-356556328961354513?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/356556328961354513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/maple-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/356556328961354513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/356556328961354513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/maple-treat.html' title='Maple Treat'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TPhT0eiTkTI/AAAAAAAACLM/MwN84Iihuzs/s72-c/Vector-beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-5647471537496443864</id><published>2010-12-02T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T02:06:22.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut from my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TPdvYjVtYqI/AAAAAAAACK8/WXL-ffumk_E/s1600/quietloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TPdvYjVtYqI/AAAAAAAACK8/WXL-ffumk_E/s400/quietloud.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546023933723894434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has been recently into Kirigami and Scherenschnitte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're both paper cutting from different countries obviously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a fan of paper cutting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, has a collage of Chinese wanyang paper cutting&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Framed it up with a beautiful Ikea frame I bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just completed a bday card for Ma. I'm really impressed with my own work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall update it on my blog soon :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-5647471537496443864?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/5647471537496443864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/cut-from-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5647471537496443864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5647471537496443864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/cut-from-my-heart.html' title='Cut from my heart'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TPdvYjVtYqI/AAAAAAAACK8/WXL-ffumk_E/s72-c/quietloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-2902713369595549566</id><published>2010-12-01T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:58:03.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To do or not to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have been rotting away the past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to list out a chunk of incomplete errands that has been put on hold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TPaD99XdNEI/AAAAAAAACK0/0N7NVFtUA-E/s400/stk-fgr2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545765091621549122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;s&gt;1) Formulate a feedback form for fellowship *Urgent&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) Update CPF retirement plan status * Need to go down CPF board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;3) Try my hand at kirigami bday cards (something I've been wanting to do for a long time!)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4) Brainstorm on GB programme 2011 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5) Prepare some simple worksheets and ppts for my P3 &amp;amp; P4 class 2011 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5) Shed some pounds ~ 3 kg *Swim &amp;amp; Dance*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6) Finish up my Vienna travel guide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7) Complete my Jazz hymns online purchase and practise it for prayer meeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8) Pray and invite friends to our church's evangelistic event &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9) Keep praying on my future &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10) Bring ma out on the flyer trip (I won the Macdonalds 1 for 1 flyer prize !) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11) Go down to ION prologue and purchase that 绘本 with my $10 voucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;12) &lt;s&gt;Reorganize my wardrobe&lt;/s&gt; and store up on staples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13) Get that pair of nice black heels I've been eyeing from Bata &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14) Meet up with friends - NIE / Limei /  Sara / Secondary pals / JC - Hamilia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Loads of stuff to complete and yet so broke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Haiz, why is 12 Dec so faraway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-2902713369595549566?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/2902713369595549566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-do-or-not-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/2902713369595549566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/2902713369595549566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-do-or-not-to-do.html' title='To do or not to do'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TPaD99XdNEI/AAAAAAAACK0/0N7NVFtUA-E/s72-c/stk-fgr2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-9021658684446895918</id><published>2010-11-29T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:08:19.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On eagles' wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weeping the other night when I recalled this song which I sang 1 year ago at a colleague's funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a tragic departure for her husband who got caught in a robbery gunfire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too sudden for comprehension and acceptance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To think my spirit would hit rock bottom and here I am singing to the tune as tears flow down my cheeks endlessly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7FbycDXxXk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7FbycDXxXk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Eagles Wings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How timely, esp when I feel like a chicken right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-9021658684446895918?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/9021658684446895918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-eagles-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/9021658684446895918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/9021658684446895918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-eagles-wings.html' title='On eagles&apos; wings'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-4491237941347816897</id><published>2010-11-29T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T06:20:00.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TPO2P1as6-I/AAAAAAAACKs/rCIKX0hQosE/s1600/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TPO2P1as6-I/AAAAAAAACKs/rCIKX0hQosE/s400/happiness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544975949376580578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently received an overwhelming amount of wedding invitations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mum has been nagging me too in the midst of all these mayhem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I tell her to stop being too concerned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've enough on my hands for now to be worried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm anxious too but there's no way I can do anything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tired of waiting. So tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps this is part of the Lord's happiness plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But why am I suffering?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A happiness plan that causes pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The biggest irony of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-4491237941347816897?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/4491237941347816897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4491237941347816897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4491237941347816897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-thoughts.html' title='After thoughts'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TPO2P1as6-I/AAAAAAAACKs/rCIKX0hQosE/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-8001076746510022598</id><published>2010-10-07T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T06:51:33.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been ages since I last wrote. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was reminiscing about the good old days where I had the luxury of time to blog about the little things of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently received two wonderful letters of GREAT news :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 - increment 2 - pay raise due to promotion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bad news is that - Car Insurance (appro 2K due in Nov) / 4 weddings year end / Air con repairs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So its a situation of plus and minus = zero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TK3OCAkM7CI/AAAAAAAACKc/sAoTDpOaGWQ/s400/wheels.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525298851760368674" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have been thinking about traveling ALOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wished that I could move around the globe, meet new faces and then miss my family that much I learn to appreciate what I can behold at present.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway I think I own all an update on my status = Heart's at its cleanest state for once &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TK3PN5SBp6I/AAAAAAAACKk/OtJtx9SCYpk/s400/sing_3.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525300155475142562" /&gt; See that sunny scene above, thats how I'm feeling inside too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Load free for once-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder how long it can last, with the increasing amount of people around me getting hitched and/or settling down. But I truly thank God for the inner peace experienced inside. I won't deny the stress and reminiscence at times but what wasn't mine will never be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now, its back to waiting. And while God mentions Obviously through various channels that its a matter of time and a lesson of patience, I shall hope with expectancy without the least idea of who it might be or when it may take place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faith, believing without seeing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John 20:29 “Blessed are they that have not seen and yet have believed.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-8001076746510022598?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/8001076746510022598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/10/mad-rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8001076746510022598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8001076746510022598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/10/mad-rush.html' title='Mad rush'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/TK3OCAkM7CI/AAAAAAAACKc/sAoTDpOaGWQ/s72-c/wheels.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-7356833568977684614</id><published>2010-03-31T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T04:17:00.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/S7MvBA764oI/AAAAAAAACKM/p_MwrYkihEk/s1600/card_rabbit1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454755268153500290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/S7MvBA764oI/AAAAAAAACKM/p_MwrYkihEk/s400/card_rabbit1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got promoted! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is indeed a very pleasant surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I'm quite certain all my friends am going to get it. But oh wells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha I'm just very happy that I have a few extra bucks to spare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hannah's certain it's doomed from the start and I can't help but feel I seem to live up to her expectations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-7356833568977684614?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/7356833568977684614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7356833568977684614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7356833568977684614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/S7MvBA764oI/AAAAAAAACKM/p_MwrYkihEk/s72-c/card_rabbit1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-3988788451007009722</id><published>2010-02-19T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:39:53.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/S37MPTNDNmI/AAAAAAAACJg/gDhHPw1TEMs/s1600-h/sing_2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/S37MPTNDNmI/AAAAAAAACJg/gDhHPw1TEMs/s400/sing_2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440009963135252066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;are not supposed to enter my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I'm glad you did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Time will tell whether we'll be more than glad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/7477071547323645093-3988788451007009722?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/3988788451007009722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/02/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/3988788451007009722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/3988788451007009722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2010/02/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/S37MPTNDNmI/AAAAAAAACJg/gDhHPw1TEMs/s72-c/sing_2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-7776585450898691171</id><published>2009-12-21T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T05:48:36.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sy9622PcsTI/AAAAAAAACIc/L-OTMhGchZ8/s1600-h/Dream_at_Aegean_Sea_by_Xingz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sy9622PcsTI/AAAAAAAACIc/L-OTMhGchZ8/s400/Dream_at_Aegean_Sea_by_Xingz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417683959441830194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2009 is drawing to an end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As 2010 approaches so is the weight of my mental load. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual, I'll always state out the new duties thats awaiting for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But to break from the norm, there's a long list of things that I should reflect upon and learn to give thanks for the past 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 1) Our family finally fulfilled a free and easy trip to HK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank my parents for believing in me, for allowing me to lead the family even though I knew how dearly they preferred a group trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Graduated successfully with second uppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was having a extremely tough time juggling between my mum's condition, family commitments and academics. But I thank my family for being so understanding and meticulous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Mum recovering well from her treatment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been a long grueling journey the entire family went through. Though its not exactly finally over, I thank God that the first operation was a success and she has been on the road of recovery and even doing a public testimony on how the Lord has blessed her and helped her to appreciate more on the little things of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Posted to MGS primary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never imagined being posted to a school which was so close to being my alma mater. Looking back, I'm more or less a home bred methodist - kinergarden , primary and secondary. It was until JC i chose to go somewhere else. Anyway, its been a great learning experience over here, with its rich christian culture. I'm glad I'm able to be in a comfortable environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Made friends at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God for friendships at work. Though there be times of the usual politics, but so far God has been merciful to me. And I continue to pray for that reliance on him and to believe that He'll preserve and lead me to do his work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) Able to do what I feel comfortable and passionate about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've met up with old pals and the most common thing that our conversation will lead to is them finding out what they want to do in life. I think I'm really one fortunate girl, being able do what I love at such a tender age. Teaching is something I've always been passionate about and something I can bravely say for now that is something I can do for life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unless the Lord open doors and call for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7) Leading the alto group in song prac &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An honour to me totally. To be able to lead the alto group musically. Though sometimes I'm not to sure whether I do a good job or not, but hopefully its sufficient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8) Pianist for Children's Choir and Prayer meeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always love playing the piano, doing accompaniment or just singing together with a bunch of friends. And frankly, I know I'm not the best pianist around. Everyone has different style, and I always opt for the simpler one, though I must admit I'm not that good at conjuring all the majestic chords. Still, just being given a chance to serve in what I love, I thank God. And after awhile, I do honestly feel more confident and at ease at the grand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9) Daddy finding 2 stalls just before he says goodbye to HDB &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad has been with HDB for more than a decade. And i can remember explicitly round 6 months ago how anxious he was about not being able to find another place to continue. Mum's condition isn't good and treatment isn't cheap so it was natural that he would worry. Frankly, I really admire my dad's inner strength and determination to sustain the family. Always keep silent about the problems so that Mum wouldn't worry, I kind of knew he was near to breaking point when he spoke to me. I guess, being the eldest does have its advantage and responsibility. I'm glad he perceive me as a fit listener and equal to comprehend and share his burdens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10) Getting a family car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always wanted to purchase a car ever since I started work this year. I guess I always saw the need for a family car and since I was the only driver in the family, it's natural that I should shoulder the cost of the car. Frankly, another thing that made me so determined to purchase a car is all due to the weekly post choir episode. I guess as a daughter, it really pains me to see my dad hopping around, asking rides from others. It's really not because of the poor replies we're getting but that as I see how my tired dad has to humble himself and ask around, that made me told myself that its TIME I do something for them in return. And what more than a car that bring convenience to every member of the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course there's still more to thank God for. But for now, I'll just stick to the top ten major events that took place this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-7776585450898691171?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/7776585450898691171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7776585450898691171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7776585450898691171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-back.html' title='Looking back'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sy9622PcsTI/AAAAAAAACIc/L-OTMhGchZ8/s72-c/Dream_at_Aegean_Sea_by_Xingz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-2962653411120093440</id><published>2009-09-28T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:10:25.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipped away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SsF6UokfNfI/AAAAAAAACII/RqtsGycsSmQ/s1600-h/__I_want_to_buy_you_flowers___by_el_kenshin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SsF6UokfNfI/AAAAAAAACII/RqtsGycsSmQ/s400/__I_want_to_buy_you_flowers___by_el_kenshin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386721124218254834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I once came across an article which characterize the males as the hunters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while the females as the preys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other words, we wait to be hunted. While the hunters take their own sweet time to strategize and pounce on the seemingly right moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which leads me to ponder, if a hunter was to be so hesitant in the first place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why should the prey stupidly waits on the spot to be consumed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Move on, run, stroll off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever it is. If a hunter has to think twice about pouncing, then you aren't worth the sweat in the first place. And one will be an airhead to prance around in his presence, dying to be killed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-2962653411120093440?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/2962653411120093440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/09/slipped-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/2962653411120093440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/2962653411120093440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/09/slipped-away.html' title='Slipped away'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SsF6UokfNfI/AAAAAAAACII/RqtsGycsSmQ/s72-c/__I_want_to_buy_you_flowers___by_el_kenshin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-6837629134912795799</id><published>2009-09-28T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:10:47.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The man who wasn't there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SsDPf72zpxI/AAAAAAAACHw/r9WtjOa7LA4/s1600-h/I_saw_a_man_who_wasn__t_there_by_Landorie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SsDPf72zpxI/AAAAAAAACHw/r9WtjOa7LA4/s400/I_saw_a_man_who_wasn__t_there_by_Landorie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386533301885576978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I was going up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man who wasn’t there&lt;br /&gt;He wasn’t there again today&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, he’d stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Antigonish, William H. Mearns &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Vaguely simple yet creepy at the same time. drawing one to make endless conclusions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Came across a haunting tune composed by uprising star Oren Lavie "The man who isn't there". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvlfB_zP6uI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvlfB_zP6uI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at the sky&lt;br /&gt;It belonged to a guy&lt;br /&gt;That I know&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I forgot&lt;br /&gt;Long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the trees&lt;br /&gt;Didnt stop at the top&lt;br /&gt;Not for him&lt;br /&gt;Used to borrow the wind&lt;br /&gt;For a walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in his eyes for a dying flare&lt;br /&gt;Look for the wind in his yellow hair&lt;br /&gt;And pretend&lt;br /&gt;You see the man&lt;br /&gt;Who isnt there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sea&lt;br /&gt;used to save all his waves&lt;br /&gt;for hellos&lt;br /&gt;used to climb up&lt;br /&gt;his highs, down his lows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the birds&lt;br /&gt;used to flock as he walked&lt;br /&gt;through the street&lt;br /&gt;used to fly down&lt;br /&gt;and march at his feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in his eyes for a dying flare&lt;br /&gt;Look for the wind in his yellow hair&lt;br /&gt;And pretend&lt;br /&gt;You see the man&lt;br /&gt;Who isnt there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kinda hynoptised by the melody. Its tune ringing in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Reminded me of how I longed for your presence yet you were always fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;just like the "man who wasn't and isn't there".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-6837629134912795799?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/6837629134912795799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/09/man-who-wasnt-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6837629134912795799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6837629134912795799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/09/man-who-wasnt-there.html' title='The man who wasn&apos;t there'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SsDPf72zpxI/AAAAAAAACHw/r9WtjOa7LA4/s72-c/I_saw_a_man_who_wasn__t_there_by_Landorie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-3074433415921908719</id><published>2009-09-25T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:08:31.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushing through the winds of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sr2SEFxNgJI/AAAAAAAACHo/vvRCt6J2JMM/s1600-h/1002216200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sr2SEFxNgJI/AAAAAAAACHo/vvRCt6J2JMM/s400/1002216200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385621328370696338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There 's quite a far bit of rushing recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to vent it out, i've been popping up with seemingly nuggests of wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on facebook which sounds extremely stupid after a couple of days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GB annual concert was placed in my charge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now am pretty anxious because I have no idea how to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go about doing so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats when God intervenes isn't it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm nothing yet He's everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God for Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I have been really confused with things as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a vicious cycle repeating for different people in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thats really scary because I can't help but wonder whats the problem with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-3074433415921908719?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sr2SEFxNgJI/AAAAAAAACHo/vvRCt6J2JMM/s72-c/1002216200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-3053043486643985242</id><published>2009-09-22T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T08:08:50.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Threading along the outline of my memories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw the silhouette of you waving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you beckon and laughed with glee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet all I did was to flee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From your joy. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-3053043486643985242?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/3053043486643985242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/09/fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/3053043486643985242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/3053043486643985242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/09/fine.html' title='Fine'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-803959229139424809</id><published>2009-09-19T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:18:09.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple pleasant and moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;An awesomely innovative MTV of "Her Morning Elegance" by Oren Lavie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All done with simple stop motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The simplicity of it is simply alluring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sun been down for days&lt;br /&gt;A pretty flower in a vase&lt;br /&gt;A slipper by the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;A cello lying in its case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon she's down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Her morning elegance she wears&lt;br /&gt;The sound of water makes her dream&lt;br /&gt;Awoken by a cloud of steam&lt;br /&gt;She pours a daydream in a cup&lt;br /&gt;A spoon of sugar sweetens up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And She fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she puts on her coat&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life on the train&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the rain&lt;br /&gt;As it pours&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she goes in a store&lt;br /&gt;With a thought she has caught&lt;br /&gt;By a thread&lt;br /&gt;She pays for the bread&lt;br /&gt;And She goes...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun been down for days&lt;br /&gt;A winter melody she plays&lt;br /&gt;The thunder makes her contemplate&lt;br /&gt;She hears a noise behind the gate&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a letter with a dove&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a stranger she could love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And She fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she puts on her coat&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life on the train&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the rain&lt;br /&gt;As it pours&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she goes in a store&lt;br /&gt;With a thought she has caught&lt;br /&gt;By a thread&lt;br /&gt;She pays for the bread&lt;br /&gt;And She goes...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And She fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she puts on her coat&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life on the train&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the rain&lt;br /&gt;As it pours&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;Where people are pleasently strange&lt;br /&gt;And counting the change&lt;br /&gt;And She goes...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&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/7477071547323645093-803959229139424809?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/803959229139424809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-pleasant-and-moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/803959229139424809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/803959229139424809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-pleasant-and-moving.html' title='Simple pleasant and moving'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-6780984231856835187</id><published>2009-09-19T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:40:19.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SrUJZ4OY9yI/AAAAAAAACGg/Pj6XU-kHb7w/s1600-h/2007630941474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SrUJZ4OY9yI/AAAAAAAACGg/Pj6XU-kHb7w/s400/2007630941474.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383219269785417506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have been so tired after sucha long break from blogger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks to opera, a totally new internet browser my fren recommended me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm able to blog once again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Life has been pretty busy and mundane. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is just a try out. I'm typing the typical moans and groans which I dont really endure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-6780984231856835187?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/6780984231856835187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/09/empty-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6780984231856835187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6780984231856835187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/09/empty-joy.html' title='Empty joy'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SrUJZ4OY9yI/AAAAAAAACGg/Pj6XU-kHb7w/s72-c/2007630941474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-5400544115576689066</id><published>2009-08-07T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:27:32.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it seems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time debut at prayer meeting yesterday evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Screwed up one of the openings for a particular piece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still lack flexibility and experience according to mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess its something that has to be acquired overtime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all, I kinda started later than all the church pianist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But its indeed a very humbling experience, to remind me that God is indeed the one we glorify.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There'll never be an absolute way we can please everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which makes me now kinda anxious for the upcoming children's choir presentation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better go practise more dilligently. Ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-5400544115576689066?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/5400544115576689066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so-it-seems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5400544115576689066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5400544115576689066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so-it-seems.html' title='And so it seems'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-7992723714381329352</id><published>2009-08-03T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:09:16.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger down?</title><content type='html'>Whatever happened to blogger's sub-functions like photo uploading, video attachment....simple add-ons like fonts and stuff. Gosh, no wonder ma and dad never trust technology. Would be much better if I were to stick to my diary instead ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushed myself to write after such a long while as I slowly realized my English was deteriorating. Hate to admit, but it's never easy to be an effective bilingual. Stop using one language and you'll just find urself scratching head at some of the easiest spellings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the sixth week of my teaching career. Life has been pretty eventful and ac-hoc as ever since my p3 class got suspended due to a massive outbreak of fever and flu. And thankfully, I was never for once affected by the virus bug. (Thanks to the sufficient amount of rest I make sure I get in order to build up my immunity system). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically life for me has been slightly more disciplined ever since I started working. Mum's organic dinner, 1.5litres water per day, less food cravings and minimum 8 hrs of rest per day. I do feel its wonderful effect! "] No wonder mum felt that I've actually lost some weight ever since the start of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, something interesting happened to me recently. I wonder why, but God does open alot of doors and seems to give us the option to choose. Though I've made my choice quite sometime ago, but more often than not He seems to be pointing me towards one particular pathway which is well, not exactly my initial choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue praying for it shall I. Never been so hopeful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-7992723714381329352?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/7992723714381329352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7992723714381329352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7992723714381329352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-down.html' title='Blogger down?'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-8957816476981812601</id><published>2009-07-18T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:29:29.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SmIGZwavQaI/AAAAAAAACGY/jRCBK2zleqo/s1600-h/19970202-numbers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SmIGZwavQaI/AAAAAAAACGY/jRCBK2zleqo/s400/19970202-numbers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359853546087858594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life has been pretty mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am rushing through my scheme of work week after week&lt;br /&gt;feel quite guilty for making my p3 especially to go through such dry lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am rushing, no choice for fun group work when there's endless enrichment stuff to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a difficult week of learning to put up with "take you for granted" colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that bad, just that I find it trying. A good learning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught myself asking and checking out quite abit on mission coporations nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am I truly ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so. Cause while these thoughts linger around, deep down I wonder am I truly ready to put down everything when my bond is up and take up such a major change in another phrase of my life. Isn't a fan of uncertainties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the other aspect of my life. I think its pretty much tight shut. Amazingly, ain't that upset simply because I guess I never held much hope right from the start. Strangely enough, God open it in the most unexpected corners. I guess nothing will ever bloom for now. Not pessimist just a realist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was told to keep praying. But to keep asking would be to keep wanting. Shudn't we be patiently waiting? I did mah. I waited and didn't keep nudging God to give me what I want because I didnt want to irritate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the process, keep reminding myself of my wants and end up feeling sore about what I'm missing out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong?&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/7477071547323645093-8957816476981812601?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/8957816476981812601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-has-been-pretty-mundane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8957816476981812601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8957816476981812601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-has-been-pretty-mundane.html' title=''/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SmIGZwavQaI/AAAAAAAACGY/jRCBK2zleqo/s72-c/19970202-numbers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-750084340068002748</id><published>2009-07-08T08:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:23:36.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>setttled down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SlS55_njXzI/AAAAAAAACGQ/PyzKujAu1KQ/s1600-h/19980827-beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SlS55_njXzI/AAAAAAAACGQ/PyzKujAu1KQ/s400/19980827-beans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356110262831374130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More or less settled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubicle, Classes and CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 Cs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to complain since i'm only getting 75% of the workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its miraculous how God plans for me. Mission school and now a Christian CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is indeed kind to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel drained to the extend I feel pissed. But then again, I remind myself to give thanks. Ever give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August is coming and so far every month is busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I look forward to the day when God opens another chapter.&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/7477071547323645093-750084340068002748?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/750084340068002748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/07/setttled-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/750084340068002748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/750084340068002748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/07/setttled-down.html' title='setttled down'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SlS55_njXzI/AAAAAAAACGQ/PyzKujAu1KQ/s72-c/19980827-beans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-1202380045671308975</id><published>2009-06-11T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:07:30.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home organisation</title><content type='html'>It's my last week of holidays and I'll be back to school at full speed for another 3 months before getting a miser one week break and then another 3 months before getting a wholesome 4 weeks rest. The past 2 weeks have been well spent and I enjoyed every moment of it. Till I'm extremely guilty of not completing certain duties. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's still the last week, which oh wells. I hope things could get straighten out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum's been busy organising our home and even giving our toilets a facelift. I can't wait honestly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The toilets were the last thing i was thinking of. Aircons, televisions, washing machine maybe...but toilets?. interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched "night at the museum 2" today with BL. While the plot was kind of ridiculously far stretched for the sake of a sequel, it was nevertheless entertaining and amusing. Amy Adams I must say, though pretty and pleasant in the face was kind of stiff in her acting. That's just purely my personal opinion I must emphasize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life moves on...whats next after progress? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7477071547323645093-1202380045671308975?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/1202380045671308975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-organisation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1202380045671308975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1202380045671308975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-organisation.html' title='Home organisation'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-7569595390984015849</id><published>2009-06-10T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:47:10.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Si_GOY4kHeI/AAAAAAAACGE/HHYprxwZ1a8/s1600-h/young-victoria-782178.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Si_GCzk-OcI/AAAAAAAACF8/pfC51TQ8m2M/s1600-h/The+Young+Victoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Si_GCzk-OcI/AAAAAAAACF8/pfC51TQ8m2M/s400/The+Young+Victoria.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345709034219387330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caught "The young Victoria" with Hannah at the new Iluma at bugis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good movie, sweet and simple. Best of all, adapted from the real life story of Queen Victoria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A simple clear cut love story between her and husband prince Albert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other words, a royal True love story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How incredible can things get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But on the other hand, any true love story, royal or not, would be just as powerful and sweeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was touched. Love the way how both complemented one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was the feisty, hasty and powerful one. He was the calm, insightful and supportive one. While it seemed he needed her more than she do, the truth was she could not do without him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Si_GOY4kHeI/AAAAAAAACGE/HHYprxwZ1a8/s1600-h/young-victoria-782178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Si_GOY4kHeI/AAAAAAAACGE/HHYprxwZ1a8/s400/young-victoria-782178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345709233212235234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't say the same for us. I can't even say there's love. Because love itself brings everything into a whole new dimension and expects a lot more than one thinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102);  line-height: 20px; font-family:Dauphin;"&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 preserves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102);  line-height: 20px; font-family:Dauphin;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102);  line-height: 20px;font-family:Dauphin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102);  line-height: 20px;font-family:Dauphin;"&gt;But I do look forward to opened doors. I do believe God open doors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:Dauphin;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yet it'll be up to both to step through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102);  line-height: 20px;font-family:Dauphin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-7569595390984015849?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/7569595390984015849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7569595390984015849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7569595390984015849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Si_GCzk-OcI/AAAAAAAACF8/pfC51TQ8m2M/s72-c/The+Young+Victoria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-7208144648255778741</id><published>2009-06-01T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:37:35.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a fortunate girl. Not a single school meeting during my 3 weeks of June holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which school starts on the 22nd. For me at least. My school's apparently different from the rest. But we always have our December holidays much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa &amp;amp; Ma + Hannah are happy for me. Esp. mum who reminded me timely about how God has been blessing me richly. The last semester has been eventful. Esp. with ma's case shaking the entire family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will never forget how I struggled with my 2 reports while all my peers started their exam revision. Neither will I forget the intensive 3-4 days preparation (amidst my birthday) for that much dreaded CL + culture paper / CL lit paper. It's all been long gone but the memories remain. Indeed, God has been more than merciful with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's always the other aspect. I much more at ease now. I don't know how come. But it must be God's doing once again. Have been pondering quite a bit over the past few days about it. The possibilities are endless yet all seem poignant. How I dearly wish my life could be a reflection of the old saying "All's well, ends well".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of getting a family car for the Foongs. But it just seems to be the wrong time. Perhaps Pa is accurate in saying that a car is simply a want and not a need. But for my family, I might just be willing to forgo my own needs to fulfill the convenience of everyone. One step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping into the society has given me the addition duty to plan my expenditure, which in turn...has instill this deep sense of responsibility in me. The family burden no longer rests just on Pa's shoulder. Its time I carry part of it too. While it sure can be heavy at times, I know deep down that the Lord is in it, WITH me.&lt;br /&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/7477071547323645093-7208144648255778741?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/7208144648255778741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/06/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7208144648255778741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7208144648255778741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/06/choices.html' title='choices'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-1393167654412957004</id><published>2009-06-01T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:43:44.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment of truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SiOiFoftxsI/AAAAAAAACAk/KoXLAo0Wlrc/s1600-h/cc_wall09087_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SiOiFoftxsI/AAAAAAAACAk/KoXLAo0Wlrc/s400/cc_wall09087_1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342291800645027522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Results are out. For the final semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there wasn't exactly any heart throbbing moment as compared to my previous semester&lt;br /&gt;I must admit my hands felt cold. Jam (my laptop) seems to be crawling at a much draggy pace than usual. All signs of impatience and anxiety present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally logged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same results, even similar GPA. Slight difference for the grading though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has been merciful. It's a 2nd uppers. Sincerely thank the Lord for pulling me through this perilous 4 years. Eventful and impactful, these 4 years in uni has taught me lessons that shall stick with me for the rest of my life. I shall not forget his mercy and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; To God be the Glory, Great things he has done. &lt;/span&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/7477071547323645093-1393167654412957004?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/1393167654412957004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/06/moment-of-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1393167654412957004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1393167654412957004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/06/moment-of-truth.html' title='The moment of truth'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SiOiFoftxsI/AAAAAAAACAk/KoXLAo0Wlrc/s72-c/cc_wall09087_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-6162278503299160559</id><published>2009-05-31T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:28:27.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't make up my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eventful first week at work. So far so good. Can't really say more since there's way loads more to pick up. Still learning the ropes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm already a full fledged teacher. 4 years has flown past much faster than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, there may just be another phrase of my life unfolding before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused yet at peace. Painful yet at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been merciful for giving me such wonderful choices. Either one and I do believe I'll still be a very happy woman. How can I make up my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for wisdom. My heart has a choice but my mind tells me not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is ever changing. There might just be no end after all.&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/7477071547323645093-6162278503299160559?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/6162278503299160559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-make-up-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6162278503299160559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6162278503299160559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-make-up-my-mind.html' title='Can&apos;t make up my mind.'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-940313517013178759</id><published>2009-05-17T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:32:49.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>回头望</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ShAtcHWgifI/AAAAAAAACAc/sj_m2ej-svk/s1600-h/nsgirl09.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ShAtcHWgifI/AAAAAAAACAc/sj_m2ej-svk/s400/nsgirl09.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336815519467080178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2008-2009 这一年的事奉即将告一段落……快要歇下1723组长、诗班女低组长的职分。心中难免有些不舍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很感谢上帝让我能在这一年里尝试这么多不同的岗位，都是我从未尝试过的。说过自己对事奉曾有偏好，也最终走过来……学习如何顺服。完全接受上帝所要我扛起的任何责任。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如今，新的一年我也将参与新的岗位。谢谢上帝，让我最终能够再次回到多年来所喜爱的音乐事工。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是小琦在2009-2010所被委任的新职分。新任务、新开始，仍旧要交托、尽心尽力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1）诗班员（女低成员）&lt;br /&gt;2）诗班委员——宣传及网站（未定）&lt;br /&gt;3）青年团契成员&lt;br /&gt;4）青年团契财政&lt;br /&gt;5）儿童诗班司琴&lt;br /&gt;6）祷告会司琴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，这也只不过是所谓的'official'职分。更多时候，上帝更重视我们如何在没有被委托的情况下如何付出。好一首“将一生交给你”，每一句歌词都深深地提醒我们应该怎么过个丰盛的基督徒生命。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2008-2009将是我毕生难忘的一段人生路。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2009-2010 再次是我期待的人生新篇章。&lt;/span&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/7477071547323645093-940313517013178759?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/940313517013178759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/confused-and-contented.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/940313517013178759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/940313517013178759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/confused-and-contented.html' title='回头望'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ShAtcHWgifI/AAAAAAAACAc/sj_m2ej-svk/s72-c/nsgirl09.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-1182737162853454811</id><published>2009-05-15T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:35:35.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>漫不经心</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sg011JoCX1I/AAAAAAAACAU/zeC7YtQmHw8/s1600-h/Troops-brown-parcel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sg011JoCX1I/AAAAAAAACAU/zeC7YtQmHw8/s400/Troops-brown-parcel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335980320737091410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;昨日惊讶地收到由出版社所寄来的稿费。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没想到已过了一年了。果然，不去刻意追求的……总会在适当的时候出现。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然觉得好幸福。23岁的我竟然有机会出书。上帝对我太好了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然……在构思及写作的过程中我并不是这么想的。因为实在是太吃力了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;另外&lt;/span&gt;，那日收到一封从大老远的Fiji热带小岛的信件。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;好兴奋……因为之前曾在一部电影看过这个美丽的小岛……岛主尽量回归大自然，起居&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;饮食都尽量不对环境造成任何破坏。一见钟情，马上上网查询有关这个脱俗的人间天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;堂。结果，其中一家私人度假村的主人竟然毫不犹豫地向我要电邮和地址，并把有关这&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小岛的资料寄过来。这postage fees应该不便宜吧！深深地被当地人的热情及诚恳打动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有朝一日，我一定会过去的！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;其实，人生中常有许多能令人心动的小事。只要细细品尝，必然回味无穷。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sg0106sLeFI/AAAAAAAACAM/Fwkz4vvEVNw/s1600-h/fiji+island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sg0106sLeFI/AAAAAAAACAM/Fwkz4vvEVNw/s400/fiji+island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335980316727933010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-1182737162853454811?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/1182737162853454811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1182737162853454811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1182737162853454811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_15.html' title='漫不经心'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sg011JoCX1I/AAAAAAAACAU/zeC7YtQmHw8/s72-c/Troops-brown-parcel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-157939597458513322</id><published>2009-05-13T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:39:44.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only life has a snooze button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SgrhFeM2ycI/AAAAAAAACAA/NJGeTUxljbA/s1600-h/cc_wall04093_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SgrhFeM2ycI/AAAAAAAACAA/NJGeTUxljbA/s400/cc_wall04093_1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335324192696355266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its my last few weeks of holidays (1 week and 4 days strictly speaking) and soon I'll lose my freedom to my posted school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule is pretty packed since I've been trying to stretch it to the fullest. Am quite drained but satisfied. If only life has a snooze button which allows me to snooze through certain events of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i personally don't like the phrase "if only..." cause it implies a certain deep sense of regret and torment, which i really detest it alot alot. Was upset the other day again when I asked God to show me a sign! I wanted a clear direction from him and interestingly, he gave me Ecclesiastics 7:13-14 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Consider what God has done: Who can straighten what he has made crooked? When times are good, be happy. But when times are bad, consider: God has made the one as well as the other. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Therefore a man cannot discover anything about his future.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, God really does answer our requests doesnt him. And its a direct &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no, I'm pretty clueless and am just patiently waiting. Sometimes i wonder if there's really the BEST in this aspect. But then again, I do believe what a sister in christ has told me. God never pushes us to take what He gives. There's no such this as the ONE since more often than not, he provides us the options and we learn to take responsibility for our choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so have I not made my choice. Why is it still so draggy? What went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that's when I recall Philippians 4:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But many a times, its easier said than done. God has given me timely encouragement and directions while other times, gives me the silent treatment. Thats when Hebrews 11:1 comes in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular verse came in when I was so so so desolate about the whole affair. I mean after 4 years, one really can't help feeling upset and torn. To have so much memories between us, I guess I have reasons for being so obstinate in my choice. But true enough, God does give the other party the ability to choose as well. Whatever is going through the mind, only God can perceive. I can only pray for wisdom and patience in it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7477071547323645093-157939597458513322?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/157939597458513322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-only-life-has-snooze-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/157939597458513322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/157939597458513322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-only-life-has-snooze-button.html' title='If only life has a snooze button'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SgrhFeM2ycI/AAAAAAAACAA/NJGeTUxljbA/s72-c/cc_wall04093_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-4858823523225404298</id><published>2009-05-10T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:49:10.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>赤子之心</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;今天终于将练习多个月的“好消息”给呈献。不同人对于这首歌都有不同的看法，不过我个人觉得大体上还算可以，只要小朋友唱得开心、大人的心获得激励、上帝的名得以被荣耀就行了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以下是妹妹所作的现场录像：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e9974d64513bbea" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-4858823523225404298?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7e9974d64513bbea&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/4858823523225404298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4858823523225404298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4858823523225404298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_10.html' title='赤子之心'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-5527788637775703609</id><published>2009-05-08T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:22:26.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of adulthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SgRb04Bii8I/AAAAAAAAB-o/tevBhrVZfN0/s1600-h/1012800625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SgRb04Bii8I/AAAAAAAAB-o/tevBhrVZfN0/s400/1012800625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333488822663678914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally am certain of where I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for blessing me beyond my expectations, it feels quite a bit like going back to my Alma mater. But slightly different since the school culture is not exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have no idea how come I was able to be posted to this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While kind of prestigious, it comes along with its set of challenges but I shall learn to face all things with a normal pace and piece of mind. Like what my Dad has reminded me, always pray before the start of the day and let God lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps, the prayer hotline...how can I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you" declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." 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(Matthew 15:21-28, NASB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Honestly, I was kind of confused and stunned by the Lord's reply to the lady. Like this woman who was earnestly seeking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I certainly didn't feel comfortable to be compared to a dog. So what then, was the Lord's purpose in making such a statement? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Searching the internet for answers, I found a couple of interpretations for it. Though slightly varied, all revolves the theme of faith. As this text is so personal and arrived at such a timely moment of deep sorrows and longing, I can't help but want to share with every reader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Do visit each site for a comprehensive read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Walk with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;http://www.foundationsforfreedom.net/Topics/Abiding/Abiding16.html  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The text was deemed as a reminder for us Christians to stay focused on God's will, even if it meant going beyond our comfort zone or feeling that a particular task or duty seems at odd with God's purpose for you and me. We will be tested. However, we must not lose focus by others that are wishing for us to short cut the necessary tests to discern what the Father's will is. We might use the silent test or the 'no' test. But when desperate faith is so apparent and confirmed in our spirits, then we should know our Heavenly Father has sent them and will give us all the extraordinary grace to meet that special need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Focus on God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.focusongod.com/sermon155.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Split the text into a series of test which the Lord was applying to the woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I. The First Test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;A. A Canaanitish woman cried: "Have mercy on me, O lord, thou son of David; my daughter is grievously vexed with a devil." The next verse says, "But he answered her nor a word.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;1. Does this not seem cruel? Was this not a time, if there was ever such a time, for someone's feelings to get hurt? Was this not a good time for her to have turned away and said, "Well, if that is the way you act, I will never ask you for anything else?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;2. What would most of us do if we should ask the preacher a question and receive no reply? Would not our feelings be hurt?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;3. The chances are that we would quit the church. Many would feel that they would be justified in doing so. But would they?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;4. This woman did not let the silence of Christ turn her away. Was she a woman without feelings? No, but she was a woman that needed something, and she knew that Christ was the only one that could supply that need. The life of her child was in danger and she thought more of her daughter than she did of her own feelings.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;B. How many of us would past this first test that Jesus put this woman through.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;II. The Second Test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;A. The silence of Christ was only her first test. Most would not have passed the first test; and, very few would have passed the second test.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;1. When Christ did not answer, his disciples struck at her feelings. They said, "Send her away; for she crieth after us."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;2. Surely this would have been enough to send her away with wounded feelings. But, did she leave? No, her need was too great to let Christ's disciples stand in her way. She would not let them rob her of blessings needed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;3. Suppose you came to someone in the church and made a request and was ignored. Would you stay or leave? If you, like this woman, knew your needs and why you came, you would remain in spite of what they said. If you turned your back because your feelings were hurt, would you not be the one to lose?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;4. Of course, God would not be pleased with the actions of any that would try to turn you away, but their actions would not justify your quitting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;B. If you should let even this cause you to quit the church, what condition would your soul be in? All that know anything about the Bible know that they would be lost if they quit the church.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;1. Is your soul more important than your feelings?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;2. To let even this make you forsake the church would mean that you were too sensitive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;C. We must desire to know the truth regardless of the obstacles that seem to get in our way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;John 8:31-32&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;D. We must remember that our souls are in danger, and Christ and the church are the only places where safety can be found.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;III. The Third Test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;A. As if these first two tests were not enough the woman had more test yet to face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;1. Jesus said to her, "I am not sent but unto the lost sheep of the house of Israel."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;2. What would you do if someone should say the blessings of the Lord are not for you? Would you get all ruffled up and leave without them? Not this woman?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;3. "Then she came and worshipped him, saying, Lord, help me."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;a. How many of us could worship under such circumstances? We would get "mad enough to bite rusty nails" and refuse to stay much less worship. But should we give up?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;b. Is it more important that we obey the gospel and serve the Lord in the church, or run home with our feelings hurt?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;B. Our success or failures in passing test such as these are indicative of our real desire to do what is right. All that know anything about the Bible, know that they would be lost if they quit the church.  Is your soul more important than your feelings?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IV. The Fourth Test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;A. She had one more test to pass would it hurt her feelings and drive her away? Jesus said, "It is not meet to take the children's bread and to cast it to dogs."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;1. Not many of us would have carried the conversation far enough to hear this statement. But, what would we have done? What would you do if someone should call you a dog?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;a. Most of us would think this would be enough to justify our getting to heaven without ever passing by the church again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;b. But this woman simply said, "Truth, Lord: yet the dogs eat the crumbs." That is saying, "I know how unworthy I am; I do not ask for anything but the crumbs." This woman obtained the mercy she sought."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;c. Was it worth it? It would have been so easy to let her feelings rob her and her daughter of the healing she desired and needed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;2. When we meet God in judgment, will we have let our feelings rob us of that plaudit, "Well done?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;B. We tell the world that we walk by faith, not by feelings. What are you walking by? Are you a quitter because you have had your feelings hurt? Are you walking by faith, even though your feelings have been hurt?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Then Jesus answered and said unto her, O woman, great is thy faith: be it unto thee even as thou wilt. And her daughter was made whole from that very hour." (Matthew 15:28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Adventures in Revland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;http://adventures-in-revland.blogspot.com/2008/08/matthew-1521-28-sermon-scraps.html &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An extract from the site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Canaanite woman had hope in Christ. Hope in something that was greater than herself. Hope that this God/Man could do for her what he had done for so many others, even though she was considered a dog. She was determined to get her scrap of food. When Jesus’ eyes were opened to her faith it didn’t matter what her heritage was, she had undeniable faith and hope in her Lord. This Savior, this Lord, this Jesus is who we should have hope in. Hope, true hope, is not found in what we can do by ourselves but it is found in the one who can do more than we ever could dream. Hope believes in God’s promise and believes it can happen to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4) Crumbs from the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;http://www.bible.ca/ef/expository-matthew-15-21-28.htm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;The    Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, a Canaanite woman sought help for her demon-possessed daughter. She    indicated that the effects were particularly cruel, but did not elaborate. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;Jesus' disciples asked Him to send her away. They did not care much for    Gentiles. Jesus explained to her that He was sent only to "the lost sheep of    the house of Israel." This refers to His personal ministry on earth, that He    had been sent to preach unto Israel. The prophet Ezekiel had spoken of this:    "Therefore, I will deliver My flock, and they will no longer be a prey; and I    will judge between one sheep and another. Then I will set over them one    shepherd, My servant David, and he will feed them; he will feed them himself    and be their shepherd." (Ezekiel 34:22-23). Other references also discuss the    coming of the Messiah to Israel as a Shepherd (Jeremiah 50:6,7). When sending    His apostles out to preach during His lifetime, He gave them strict orders    about this: " These twelve Jesus sent out after instructing them: "Do not go    in the way of the Gentiles, and do not enter any city of the Samaritans; but    rather go to the lost sheep of the house of Israel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;   "And as you go, preach, saying, "The kingdom of heaven is at hand.' (Matthew    10:5-7).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;   His death on the cross, however, would be for all nations, and His gospel    would go forth unto all the world following His resurrection and ascension    back into heaven. (Matthew 28:18-20).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;   Perseverance and Humility &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;   This woman persevered, bowing down before Him, saying, "Lord, help me." Jesus    replied, "It is not good to take the children's bread and throw it to the    dogs." What a stunning thing for Jesus to say! But there was a point to be    made behind it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;   She replied, "Yes, Lord; but even the dogs feed on the crumbs which fall from    their master's table." Just as stunning was her reply. It is as if she does    not care about anything other than that this Prophet can help her daughter and    she will not be dissuaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;   A number of things happen at this point. here. First, the woman's faith is    certainly tested. It will indeed take great courage and commitment to put up    with this! This fine woman is going to learn something here. She is going to    learn what a strong faith she has! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;   How much had she heard about Jesus? She was a Gentile living in a foreign    land, but she addressed Jesus saying, "Have mercy on me, Lord, Son of David;"    (vs. 22). The term "Son of David" is a Messianic term. This tells us she knew    something of the promise of God to send a Savior. She addressed Jesus as that    Messiah. We are not told where she had learned this, but she is correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;   It would have been easy for her to turn away in anger or sorrow or pride. But    she saw Jesus as the only hope for her daughter. She would not turn away!And certainly His disciples would not have expected such faith from a Gentile.    Their perceptions and views of Gentiles will have to change; and in time they    will. As Peter, for example, would one day realize: "I most certainly    understand now that God is not one to show partiality, but in every nation the    man who fears Him and does what is right is welcome to Him." (Acts 10:34,35).    Later, all would recognize the fact that the gospel is for all "When they    heard this, they quieted down and glorified God, saying, 'Well then, God has    granted to the Gentiles also the repentance that leads to life.'" (Acts    11:18). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;The    Reward of Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;   Jesus answered, "O woman, your faith is great; be it done for you as you    wish." Jesus certainly knew this about the woman's faith. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Great faith brings    great rewards. &lt;/span&gt;This took courage. It took commitment. It took a spirit that    refused to be deterred. Her faith was tested and passed the test. The apostles    received a lesson that they would remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;   Our faith needs to have endurance as well. To endure, we must have the    confidence in Jesus as this woman had. We are told, "Therefore, do not throw    away your confidence, which has a great reward. For you have need of    endurance, so that when you have done the will of God, you may receive what    was promised. " (Hebrews 10:35-36)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When that day was over, and this mother held her daughter in her arms, free at    last from the cruel bondage she had suffered, and reflected on the events of    that day, how do you suppose she felt? The Messiah had pronounced her faith as    "great". He had answered her request for her daughter's healing. She had not    let the others persuade her to give up. And, even at that darkest moment when    it seemed as if she would not find the answer she desired, she pressed on. So,    how did she feel at day's end? She had only asked for crumbs from the Master's    table. She instead had received a feast. You can be sure she felt fine. It had    been a very good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Times New Roman;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Times New Roman;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm unsure whether you would actually love reading up on such interpretations of the bible but I certainly do. It never fails to amaze me how in depth the bible, how rich and applicable God's words are to us even after thousands of years. Though every individual has varying interpretations, God ensures that the bible content never miss out the core - God's grace and glory.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And as I receive this text after crying out to the Lord for an answer to a particular longing, this was the reply I got. I believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-8338120246437397288?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/8338120246437397288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/syrophoenician-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8338120246437397288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8338120246437397288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/syrophoenician-woman.html' title='The Syrophoenician woman'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SgLrJmANhQI/AAAAAAAAB-g/7xS1IE5IgZw/s72-c/1040634151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-8383116121092819258</id><published>2009-05-05T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:11:05.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When we can say nothing at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;常有这样的经验。当朋友分享一些很私人的问题而我们俩都没有实际的解决办法……其实，人生许多事无不是超出人能控制的范围吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;唯有在这样的时候，我会想起自己仍然还有祷告的救命线。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无论对方是基督教与否，我都会答应为他代祷。因为我深信祷告的力量。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;不过……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SgEaTDug_BI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/yIbtzrg5A3A/s1600-h/1301446234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SgEaTDug_BI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/yIbtzrg5A3A/s400/1301446234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332572348503620626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祷告不该只沦落成一条救命线，而是成为我们生命中的热线。与其说唯有没办法……不如无时无刻在心中与主沟通。无需付费、无条件，就是那么快捷简单。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有朋友曾问：“怎么你们不在意同空气说话？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;显然地，这朋友并不相信上帝的存在。但我能理解。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想凡事都从心出发。假如用心思来倾诉、坦诚地来到神面前，就能体验那份真实。&lt;br /&gt;就如风和爱，从没有个具体物但你我都不能否认它的存在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);font-size:100%;" class="f" &gt;"This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us - whatever we ask - we know that we have what we asked of him"&lt;br /&gt;~ 1 John 5:14-15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7477071547323645093-8383116121092819258?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/8383116121092819258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-we-can-say-nothing-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8383116121092819258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8383116121092819258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-we-can-say-nothing-at-all.html' title='When we can say nothing at all'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SgEaTDug_BI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/yIbtzrg5A3A/s72-c/1301446234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-8711606713646958776</id><published>2009-05-05T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:28:49.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>知己的箴言</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SgBluWz7RnI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/GCOkb8RANB8/s1600-h/signmenwomen-47nmpw4yw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SgBluWz7RnI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/GCOkb8RANB8/s400/signmenwomen-47nmpw4yw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332373805878429298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Met up with 朋友 yesterday...finally! Since the last time we met were like say, last year?&lt;br /&gt;Heard her share about that certain aspect of life...and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the difference between the two genders can never be more far apart. And it's ever these seemingly harmless difference that really wedge relationships apart and nurse countless problems. On my way back was reflecting upon this issue and I slowly realized that such problems boils down to the contradicting ways ladies and gentlemen interpret things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief, I'm really no feminist and was thinking about how we ladies, instead of expecting the other party to change and become ideal (which is more than a tall order), try to see beyond the surface and appreciate their natural self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's really no easy feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's quite a couple of things I've learn from my interaction with the other gender...and here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1) Never poke fun at what he prides himself on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most guys are pretty goofy and don't really mind making fun of themselves (esp. when trying to impress), they do get upset when you poke fun at what they pride themselves on...be it that out of tune singing...abstract photography skills...pants splitting somersault..etc. Its crucial that we learn to appreciate these interesting talents and their efforts in showcasing to us. Yeps a word of assurance and encouragement goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2) Don't dwell too much into it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys don't speak in riddles. Period. Girls on the other hand tend to read too much in between the lines. Which of course rubs them off the wrong way big time. Learn to believe what they mean literally (sometimes figuratively but I believe we ladies are smart enough to differentiate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3) Respond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's their nature to test waters. (And I don't mean literally here, I'm sure u knew. ) Esp. when they are unsure. So do pluck up some courage to give a positive respond unless u.. Nayways I suck at this particular one. I guess its just my natural self to shun in wimpyness when the other party throws a sudden test. And I normally mess things up quite badly. Still learning. My principle: be sincere about one's own emotions and let God lead the way rather than over/ under responding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4) Divert at the right time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change topics @ the appropriate moments especially when you can feel that a particular topic is eating into him. Alright, while you may say this probably applies to platonic friendships too..one interesting thing I've realised is that guys dont actually tell us that we're making him uncomfortable unlike our girlfriends! He's trying to be polite at his own expense. So do appreciate it and make life easy for him by breaking the awkwardness. It'll do both parties much good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5) Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a inborn speaker. And I'm not saying I am blessed with eloquence but rather my love for speaking. Girls love sharing, thats how we bond among ourselves and with you (guys) too. But there'll be times he just love letting you know more about himself. Don't misterpret that as disinterest in our affairs. So learn to pause and listen him speak. However....if he's ever talking about himself and way NOT keen in ur affairs then we can safely move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;6) Speak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go "huh". I'm not contradicting myself. There'll be times when guys are so drained from all that school work or simply work...he'll be more than happy to let u lead the conversation...you know..share...talk and stuff...seeing u talk is simply pure joy. Don't be offended if he seems far off. Cause HE PROBABLY IS. But its nothing personal rather...its more of the "spirit is willing but the flesh is weak". Be grateful he's keeping his eyelids from shutting. Well unless he's gazing elsewhere at some passby babe or babes(even worse)..then its NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7) Let him lead...unless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to let him take charge. Unless he's really pressed for time, then relieve him of his burden of whatever duties the situation calls for. There's really no absolute guideline for this one, but its crucial to strike a good balance. While it will be horrid to portray that "needy" image, its necessary to understand the amount of dependence he likes us to have.  Different guys, different level so its essential to do some homework ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;8) Anti - stereotype &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never EVER stereotype him. Statements like "you guys are ..." spells doom. Cause it simply makes him feel belittled even if it was meant as a joke. Every individual likes to be deemed  unique esp. by the special one (in other words, us) , by categorizing him with the other 99.999999% of the male population..oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9) Believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, do appreciate it when we try our very best to believe u. Don't blame us if we tend to think a tab bit over because its really our second nature. And yes, majority of us needs a LARGE serving of security. which is why girls simply need those endless sms and verbal declarations of your love and admiration. Its not that we dont trust, its just that we need it. From you! not just anyone else. SO...dont get us wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) Contentment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think contentment is THE most essential ingredient for a healthy relationship. While its necessary to set certain standards, learn to be content with whatever effort he makes even if it seems insignificant. Because one's pebble may be someone's rubble. (kk i cooked up this phrase but u shud get my point) And when u're truly content, it DOES show and shine from within. And doesn't a naturally happy content and understanding companion the best gift for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Yay finally am done with the perfect 10! There's still loads more, but it would be quite draining to go on tonight. Ha, it does look like some write up for some love column. But I'm really no "aunt agony"..haha am quite clueless in it all myself. i guess writing it out does aid me in my retrospection on this issue. It'll take a lifetime to learn i guess, after all true love doesn't have a happy ending. True love has no ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7477071547323645093-8711606713646958776?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/8711606713646958776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8711606713646958776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8711606713646958776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_05.html' title='知己的箴言'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SgBluWz7RnI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/GCOkb8RANB8/s72-c/signmenwomen-47nmpw4yw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-8720622777745655131</id><published>2009-05-04T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:17:45.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzacle me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sf8iwfZ80KI/AAAAAAAAB-I/SRNR6Jv635A/s1600-h/1307971159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sf8iwfZ80KI/AAAAAAAAB-I/SRNR6Jv635A/s400/1307971159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332018700289364130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Facebook has this ginormous amount of quizzes. Never for once did I take it seriously until I did this particular one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Who is your perfect match?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I've never believed in the perfect match, but the answers does coincide with my personal criteria of an ideal partner. I once thought it was superficial to entertain innate expectations for such an issue, but when a speaker came to speak to us regarding it, many misconceptions were corrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The result is as follow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whosyourperfectmatc/" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=88944356488&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=426f8967415efd533d6805705103fab1&amp;amp;position=14&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::524642852:1:88944356488:::0:5331646297764054458::0:qrt122,gksl:0:::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1241463898:1070a082e6fb6675963f80c007a72324&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;Intelligent Thinker&lt;/a&gt;.Your perfect match is someone who is kind, creative and quiet. This person is a thinker, someone who enjoys observing and analyzing the world. This type of person is content to let you do all the talking, yet is intelligent and bright and can contribute a wealth of knowledge to any conversation. While this person might seem aloof or even shy, once you get to know them, they are incredibly interesting, full of life and their serious side will compliment your more out-going nature. The top traits they are looking for in a mate include someone who is supportive, compassionate and understands their introverted nature. While this person might be somewhat skeptical that love exists because they are not big risk-takers and the choose their friends cautiously, deep down they are ready and eager to fall in love and will fall deeply for you, forming a deep and eternal bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true. While I seem to be able to goof around and joke with almost anyone, but its ever the deep quiet and observant person that never fails to impress me. Charming me with his intelligence and accepting heart. Long hours of chit chat on the in depth issues of life and many more. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list can go on, but only the Lord's direction counts.&lt;/span&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/7477071547323645093-8720622777745655131?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/8720622777745655131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/quizzacle-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8720622777745655131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8720622777745655131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/quizzacle-me.html' title='quizzacle me'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sf8iwfZ80KI/AAAAAAAAB-I/SRNR6Jv635A/s72-c/1307971159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-7870089004248333885</id><published>2009-05-04T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:33:12.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A number to remember</title><content type='html'>Attended the wake of a brother's dad with pa last night. It was definitely more soothing to have him for company. Can't explain why, but my dad's presence has never fail to calm me even in the worst situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After singing a couple of hymns, the pastor referred to Psalms 90 as the chapter for the wake. Was listening to him reading when verse 12 caught my eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;" So teach us to number our days, That we may present to You a heart of wisdom."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-Psalms 90:12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this weren't the first time I've come across this verse, it strike especially hard during that night. After experiencing a couple of losses of friends' grandparents, cousins, relatives...the fact of the fragility of life has long been embedded in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein once said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"The value of a man resides in what he gives and not in what he is capable of receiving." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, may you use me to give. A life, in spite of its short span can be a rich pool of blessing to many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sf6Z1ShIXCI/AAAAAAAAB-A/2ETKt4UFHKQ/s1600-h/1352056844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sf6Z1ShIXCI/AAAAAAAAB-A/2ETKt4UFHKQ/s400/1352056844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331868149636160546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-7870089004248333885?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/7870089004248333885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/number-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7870089004248333885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7870089004248333885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/number-to-remember.html' title='A number to remember'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sf6Z1ShIXCI/AAAAAAAAB-A/2ETKt4UFHKQ/s72-c/1352056844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-986061513640672995</id><published>2009-05-04T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:15:54.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sf6VcBCqZ9I/AAAAAAAAB94/pSKPiwvQPlo/s1600-h/cc_wall07086_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sf6VcBCqZ9I/AAAAAAAAB94/pSKPiwvQPlo/s400/cc_wall07086_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331863317401724882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yet to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been feeling quite lost recently, but am trying my best to stayed grounded. Its quite a struggle especially when there's this overwhelming feeling of heaviness residing in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been trying to seek answers from the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be quite a labyrinth especially when there's a variety of options each seemingly good. Either this, or the other extreme of all being horrid choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel lost without any idea which option to make. Sometimes i feel pressed into choosing a particular one though I really don't want to. It's not a bad choice, in fact quite the contrary. Just that I feel pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so now, I rather shove it to the back of my mind and not dwell upon it. Its tough but I shall try. Perhaps all will be revealed in God's good time.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.&lt;br /&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/7477071547323645093-986061513640672995?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/986061513640672995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/986061513640672995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/986061513640672995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-and.html' title='Lost and'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sf6VcBCqZ9I/AAAAAAAAB94/pSKPiwvQPlo/s72-c/cc_wall07086_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-8871594389877207890</id><published>2009-05-03T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:32:56.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>奇思妙想</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;被今天所呈现的诗歌深深打动——我在这里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GINNh15cT08&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GINNh15cT08&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是我生平首次在教会献唱时被诗歌打动。唱到中间的部分，几乎快要流泪。我虽是个超感性的女孩，但诗歌中的歌词不能不感动任何听众。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然，内心渴慕侍奉神的愿望又被眺起。今天讲员以马太福音9:35-38作为讲道的经文。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他以其下5步骤作为宣教引导：眼、心、口、脚、手。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然，有好些突发奇想。好想卸下这一切并守独生来侍奉上帝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无论有没有独生，都决定有朝一日全时间侍奉神。这至少是我的愿望。以音乐或是上帝所为我开的任何岗位，我都愿意踏入。有时，很希望在这样的侍奉旅程中有个伴侣但我知道不应该强求。因为这毕竟是在适当的时机才会被揭示。无论有否，我愿意顺服。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7477071547323645093-8871594389877207890?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/8871594389877207890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8871594389877207890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8871594389877207890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_03.html' title='奇思妙想'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-4391886390072136266</id><published>2009-05-01T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:19:46.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>惊讶</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SfsuaGIC-tI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/e1A5k-_lEEQ/s1600-h/1025547347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SfsuaGIC-tI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/e1A5k-_lEEQ/s400/1025547347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330905609778952914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;收到妹妹的来电，真的挺震惊。一位才刚过18岁的朋友，父亲刚过世。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从他进医院到断气……时间不到一个月。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然想到我们的母亲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来人的生命力是如此薄弱，假如我们就这样一天没有了母亲，该怎么办？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想到这里，心里犹如砖块沉淀在心头。很重、很痛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想哭却哭不出来。真的很害怕。不想没有妈妈。&lt;br /&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/7477071547323645093-4391886390072136266?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/4391886390072136266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4391886390072136266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4391886390072136266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='惊讶'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SfsuaGIC-tI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/e1A5k-_lEEQ/s72-c/1025547347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-998135533281539872</id><published>2009-04-29T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:19:13.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIMYORTzGV0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIMYORTzGV0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;最近观看了以上的广告，内容不长却让人感慨万端。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;简短的一分钟半，眼泪却流满了脸颊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能我是个感性动物，但是广告中的副标题不禁引发我的深思——我究竟为谁、为什么而活？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回想个人的过去，发现自己总为着没有的事物而埋怨。不断地徘徊在缺乏当中。但我却忽略了所拥有的。我的家人、朋友、亲戚……无不是深爱着我。甚至是不熟的朋友都会在生日当天祝福。感动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不该关注在没有的事物及人身上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是时候开窍了。感谢。&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/7477071547323645093-998135533281539872?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/998135533281539872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/998135533281539872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/998135533281539872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-1273272081842590637</id><published>2009-04-26T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:01:55.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SfU6qXlWhoI/AAAAAAAAB8o/PQtptyIHg0g/s1600-h/zxtg034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SfU6qXlWhoI/AAAAAAAAB8o/PQtptyIHg0g/s400/zxtg034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329230233622447746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;终于考完了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恍然发现自己越来越懒散，连上部落格抒发想法的动力都没有。挺佩服好些同学在考试的关键时期还能那么卖力地blog.太佩服了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于有个喘气空间——上网、约朋友、制作礼物、做家务、出外摄影、等等……就是这么简单的生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那日上网看见朋友在facebook上载的个人录像。原本对别人录像不怎么感兴趣的我，看见对录像的留言，都是充满着对朋友的祝福，不仅引起了我的好奇心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;点击一看，原来是对方男朋友向她求婚的惊喜录像。真的好感动，男方细心地将结婚戒指隐藏在朋友的爆米花杯子里，然后突然在众多人面前跪下向她求婚。因为事先已经准备好了，所以朋友们早已在一旁偷偷录像。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这朋友同我一样，今年24岁，也刚大学毕业。看着一个个不是同我一样大或是年龄比我稍微大小的朋友都开始成家立业，不仅给我带来几分压力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;不过，也不想为了有个伴侣而强迫自己。毕竟勉强真的是没有幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;但我不觉得自己挑剔，从一开始便知道自己要什么。只不过，为何这条路似乎走得比较坎坷。为何彼此就是不能坦诚地来面对自己的感受呢？对于上帝的带领，越来越模糊。我们到底在等什么？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-1273272081842590637?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/1273272081842590637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/04/tick-tock-biological-clock-goes-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1273272081842590637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1273272081842590637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/04/tick-tock-biological-clock-goes-by.html' title='tick tock'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SfU6qXlWhoI/AAAAAAAAB8o/PQtptyIHg0g/s72-c/zxtg034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-2238384137913236751</id><published>2009-04-16T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:43:37.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 down and so moving on to the last 3 papers. I betcha these few papers are the last few exams I'll EVER take in my life. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K k i rephrase, last academic exams I'll ever take. I'll probably switch to something more stressful like music. Muaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-2238384137913236751?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/2238384137913236751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/2238384137913236751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/2238384137913236751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/04/moving-on.html' title='moving 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0);font-size:100%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my mugging. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; self illusions&lt;/span&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/7477071547323645093-1517543324493611582?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/1517543324493611582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/04/notes-addicted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1517543324493611582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1517543324493611582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/04/notes-addicted.html' title='notes addicted'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-449182480080467806</id><published>2009-04-01T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:24:57.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>不想被</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SdOHO8TAZQI/AAAAAAAAB7k/tONQQIPpi2k/s1600-h/1139383603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SdOHO8TAZQI/AAAAAAAAB7k/tONQQIPpi2k/s400/1139383603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319744275628451074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;心情牵着鼻子走……&lt;br /&gt;脾气牵着日子过……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这比想象中难。妈妈的抉择会否影响她的一生?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来……我比谁都在意。&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/7477071547323645093-449182480080467806?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/449182480080467806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-998508803508426704</id><published>2009-03-30T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:17:50.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts in white and splashes of pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SdDsC_0F_pI/AAAAAAAAB7c/pK200g9kQBM/s1600-h/1041197395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SdDsC_0F_pI/AAAAAAAAB7c/pK200g9kQBM/s400/1041197395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319010696158379666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我是个幸福的女孩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;正如诗篇23篇所言，上帝不就曾答应我们会带领我们经过“死阴的幽谷”。如今的我，正处在这样的阶段。我向往走出去的那一天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天终于把那篇文化报告给呈上，本想松口气，却发生了意想不到的事。没关系，已经交上就得交托。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时真觉得自己是个低效率的人。无论是同学还是朋友，手脚都比我快。从小事到大事，总觉得自己慢三拍。不过，要学习爱自己。谁叫我是“慢功出细货”型的……哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;对了，已学习放弃的功课。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有种似曾相似的感觉。不过，真的放开了。放手也好，强求毕竟没有幸福。&lt;br /&gt;没有丝毫的怨愤，只有点点滴滴的倦意和悲凉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;信心的等待应该是这样开始吧？&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/7477071547323645093-998508803508426704?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/998508803508426704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-thoughts-in-white-and-splashes-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tr2yA7qfZJI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tr2yA7qfZJI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Sakura no Ame, Itsuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;While encircled by the light of spring &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Alone, hiding my breathing, I cried &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Without even saying farewell, we parted &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For some reason, reminders of that person are now reviving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Though I couldn't do a thing for you &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;You always watched over me &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Though I wanted to tell you that &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;You won't respond to me anymore, you're so distant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;If I said "thank you" &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It will become like "farewell forever" &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;On this endless journey &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Let's meet again somewhere, sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I wanted to tell you about so much more &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I'd believed that it was something I could accomplish &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;On your peaceful sleeping face &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I gently touched you with lips, moistened by falling tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Becoming a rain of cherry blossoms &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;My dreams are now creating a rainbow &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;You fly across the sky &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Making me all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;A rest for eternity &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Murmuring, looking up, the sky above the town was blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Becoming a rain of cherry blossoms &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;My dreams are now crossing the rainbow &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;You fly across the sky &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Leaving me all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;If I said "thank you" &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;It will become like "farewell forever" &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;On this endless journey &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;I'll be able to see you again somewhere, sometime &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-6826997885488703461?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-2841035196966684336</id><published>2009-03-25T22:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:31:59.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bravely booked sistic tickets for a 5th April break ( the midst of my hectic report rushings &amp;amp; exam preparations).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Was still feeling quite sore about not be able to make it for the free SSO concert in NTU last friday ha but for ma's sake...nvm. So lo and behold, imagine my joy when the email for another budget darrell ang's concert this time in Esplanade Concert Hall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Haha its really cheap since student price goes like $7 per person. It's going to be a visual and audio feast...woohoo! Why a visual feast? Take a good look at the conductor --&gt;&lt;/span&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/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ScsRMRl7oyI/AAAAAAAAB7U/m-kWRZn8Xdw/s1600-h/Darrell_Ang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ScsRMRl7oyI/AAAAAAAAB7U/m-kWRZn8Xdw/s400/Darrell_Ang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317362687619605282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's a brief biography on him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Born with &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Singapore.html"&gt;Singapore&lt;/a&gt;, Darrell Ang plays of the Violon, the Basson and the &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Piano.html"&gt;Piano&lt;/a&gt;. He studied with Leong Yoon-Pine then with Vienna, &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Prague.html"&gt;Prague&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Saint-P%C3%A9tersbourg.html"&gt;Saint-Pétersbourg&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Helsinki.html"&gt;Helsinki&lt;/a&gt;. He improved with &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Jorma_Panula.html"&gt;Jorma Panula&lt;/a&gt; and with follow-up the courses of interpretation of Sir Colin Davis and &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Lorin_Maazel.html"&gt;Lorin Maazel&lt;/a&gt;. He studies for the time being with the Université of Yale to the &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/The.html"&gt;the&lt;/a&gt; United States and recently gained the 1st price of the contest of leaders Antonio Pedrotti (&lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Italy.html"&gt;Italy&lt;/a&gt;).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  He directed much in &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Russia.html"&gt;Russia&lt;/a&gt; and in particular to Saint-Petersbourg: the philharmonic orchestra, the orchestra of State and the orchestra of the Congress, as well as the orchestra of &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Novossibirsk.html"&gt;Novossibirsk&lt;/a&gt;. It also gave concerts in Tchéquie, in &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Germany.html"&gt;Germany&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Spain.html"&gt;Spain&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Italy.html"&gt;Italy&lt;/a&gt;, with the &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Canada.html"&gt;Canada&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Mexico.html"&gt;Mexico&lt;/a&gt; and of course in &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Asia.html"&gt;Asia&lt;/a&gt;, where it occurred with New Japan Philharmonic Orchestra and the symphony orchestras of &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Suwon.html"&gt;Suwon&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/South_Korea.html"&gt;South Korea&lt;/a&gt;) and Singapore. Of &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/2002.html"&gt;2002&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/2006.html"&gt;2006&lt;/a&gt;, it Co-founded and directed the chamber orchestra of Saint-Pétersbourg.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  In the field of the &lt;a href="http://www.speedylook.com/Opera.html"&gt;Opera&lt;/a&gt;, Darrell Ang already on the occasion to work with the singers of the lyric academy of the Théâtre Mariinsky. It directed several lyric and choreographic productions of Mozart to Britten while passing by Verdi and Tchaïkovski, to the opera and the theater Rimsky-Korsakov de Saint-Pétersbourg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  It gains the Grand Prix of Direction of the 50e international Concours of young leaders of Besancon in September 2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;With his good looks and talent and charisma, he'll make it big de loh. So i better go watch his budget concerts now before he really become world renowned. Till then his tix will be 10-20 times the amount I pay now. Just to end it on a classic note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Programme for the day&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="35%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(103, 103, 103);font-size:12;" &gt;DEBUSSY&lt;br /&gt;SAINT-SAËNS&lt;br /&gt;TCHAIKOVSKY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top" width="65%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(103, 103, 103);font-size:12;" &gt; &lt;i&gt;Ibéria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Havanaise,&lt;/i&gt; Op. 83&lt;br /&gt;Francesca da Rimini, Op.32 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&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/7477071547323645093-2841035196966684336?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/2841035196966684336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/musical-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/2841035196966684336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/2841035196966684336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/musical-break.html' title='Musical Break'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ScsRMRl7oyI/AAAAAAAAB7U/m-kWRZn8Xdw/s72-c/Darrell_Ang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-9035115595206255114</id><published>2009-03-25T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:10:50.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obligations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't help but feel obligated to post something on a daily basis. Since here has been people dropping by to read once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;You know who you are. You shud be touched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have been feeling quite grumpy and drained recently. And worst of all, ill disciplined. Just to add on to my misery, Jam's ( my lappy) old age has somehow caught up with her. She just refused to work with our router for the umpteen time. No matter how much I coax or sayang her...she simply wont get moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got her a companion...an loud young feisty lad by the name of Epson.  Here's his side profile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ScpItzkJILI/AAAAAAAAB7M/noOcZz4EHtY/s1600-h/1219234467f00d581192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ScpItzkJILI/AAAAAAAAB7M/noOcZz4EHtY/s400/1219234467f00d581192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317142261837406386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome and smart looking, isn't he? He's quite patient with her...ever doing her bidding and printing what she likes to show off on screen. I guess Jam has been quite lonely for the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ha and who can relate better to her feelings other than me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all it takes is just a timely company to keep things moving.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we keep wasting time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-9035115595206255114?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/9035115595206255114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/obligations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/9035115595206255114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/9035115595206255114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/obligations.html' title='Obligations'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ScpItzkJILI/AAAAAAAAB7M/noOcZz4EHtY/s72-c/1219234467f00d581192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-967796951314779405</id><published>2009-03-20T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:13:57.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah the palindrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ScO7RY4FvSI/AAAAAAAAB4U/qXtfOlbkOB4/s1600-h/Palindromes_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ScO7RY4FvSI/AAAAAAAAB4U/qXtfOlbkOB4/s400/Palindromes_film.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315297892637195554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whats a "palindrome" ? you may ask.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to wiki, the definition is as follows: A &lt;b&gt;palindrome&lt;/b&gt; is a word, phrase, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palindromic_number" title="Palindromic number"&gt;number&lt;/a&gt; or other sequence of units that can be read the same way in either direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "Hannah" the name is a classic biblical palindrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It happens to be the movie title of this  2004 comedy/drama film written and directed by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Todd_Solondz" title="Todd Solondz"&gt;Todd Solondz&lt;/a&gt;.Peppered with sweet and sour scenes, the &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;protagonist&lt;/span&gt;, a 13-year-old girl named Aviva, is played by eight different actors (of different ages, &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;races&lt;/span&gt;, and genders) during the course of the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot is kind of messy but does ends on a good note of the girl living in self illusion that she's pregnant (which was what she wanted all along) when in reality she was really barren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway before I go off tangent, the real purpose of this post was to talk about "Hannah" - my sister. But since its 230am in the morning and I'm totally drained with brainstorming the conclusion of a very annoying report. I shall speak another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-967796951314779405?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/967796951314779405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hannah-palindrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/967796951314779405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/967796951314779405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hannah-palindrome.html' title='Hannah the palindrome'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ScO7RY4FvSI/AAAAAAAAB4U/qXtfOlbkOB4/s72-c/Palindromes_film.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-5002957972461202840</id><published>2009-03-19T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:47:39.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum's the word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ScJ2PW63I6I/AAAAAAAAB4M/uW1ULv2YESs/s1600-h/moon+gazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ScJ2PW63I6I/AAAAAAAAB4M/uW1ULv2YESs/s400/moon+gazing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314940516473185186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh she is. The central of our lives right now, everyone's struggling to make her feel comfy and totally at ease. The experience has been quite an eye opener for me. How so, will elaborate about it another fine day. As for now, I can conclude this issue has certainly brought us all closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare moment when I saw Dad sobbed. The awkwardness came when we took a four person table and the seat next to Dad was empty. He took charge of the opening prayer as usual and thats when his voice kind of soften and broke away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dad cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart simply soured every time I recall that moment. Mushy as it sounds, but I could vividly feel the tremendous amount of love in that trembling voice. I can't imagine the day when Ma really leaves us for good, which unfortunately will come one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by then, I've become a mother. She has experienced the joy of becoming a grandma, carried her long awaited grandchildren, watch me graduated from uni. , married to a Godly man just like dad, financially secure, able to manage my time and money for good and never have to let her worry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perhaps by then, I shall have no time for blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There shall be no need for strength to write such sorrows.&lt;/span&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/7477071547323645093-5002957972461202840?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/5002957972461202840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/mums-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5002957972461202840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5002957972461202840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/mums-word.html' title='Mum&apos;s the word'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/ScJ2PW63I6I/AAAAAAAAB4M/uW1ULv2YESs/s72-c/moon+gazing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-8494223116258871063</id><published>2009-03-16T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:06:32.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ＯＳＴ of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sb5f2jrrAcI/AAAAAAAAB18/6thMXENfbKY/s1600-h/shakespeare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sb5f2jrrAcI/AAAAAAAAB18/6thMXENfbKY/s400/shakespeare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313790001239753154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare once said&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="huge"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven ages...meaning 70 years old. That's the exact number which the bible pointed out as well. Meaning I have slightly less than a century to live till the ideal age. (if one's lifespan could be this idiotically predicted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I started imagine my life playing out by itself on screen....on heaven channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sb5gPleXmKI/AAAAAAAAB2E/9xD7KwL6pqo/s1600-h/mban2537l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sb5gPleXmKI/AAAAAAAAB2E/9xD7KwL6pqo/s400/mban2537l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313790431217555618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it probably will have its fair share of heart wrenching, hilarious, ridiculous, amusing, fury, face-tearing, emotionally shaking, bewildering... the list goes on... moments just like everyone's. I wondered which music pieces could actually be added into the visual record of my life to enhance every scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is why the random thought of the  "OST of my life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sb5pw7vnRoI/AAAAAAAAB2M/04xPZpcq780/s1600-h/070401_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sb5pw7vnRoI/AAAAAAAAB2M/04xPZpcq780/s400/070401_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313800899735799426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The following songs have been painstakingly screened and handpicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*subjected to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The day I was born :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ａｍａｚｉｎｇ　ｇｒａｃｅ　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ａｄｖｅｎｔｕｒｏｕｓ：　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ｈｏｗｌ＇ｓ　ｍｏｖｉｎｇ　ｃａｓｔｌｅ　ｔｈｅｍｅ　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An American in Paris&lt;/span&gt; George Gershwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Searching for answers to love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Way back into love" Music and Lyrics OST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The day we started to notice one another :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"L-O-V-E" Nat King Cole  &lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dance of the reed fairies&lt;/span&gt; - Tchaikovsky / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How deep is your love? &lt;/span&gt;Bee Gees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ｆｒｅｎｓ　Ｍｏｍｅｎｔ：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＂Ｉ＇ｌｌ　ｂｅ　ｔｈｅｒｅ　ｆｏｒ　ｙｏｕ＂　　Ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ　ＯＳＴ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ｆｒｕｓｔｒａｔｅｄ：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ｂｅ　ｓｔｉｌｌ，　ｍｙ　ｓｏｕｌ　／&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ｌｏｓｔ：&lt;/span&gt;　Ｂｅ　Ｔｈｏｕ　ｍｙ　ｖｉｓｉｏｎ　/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alone &lt;/span&gt;Bee Gees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confused about you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Out of reach&lt;/span&gt;" Gabrielle / “不要害怕”王力宏 /Ｓｈｏｕｌｄ　Ｉ　ｓｔａｙ？梦飞船 / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt; Bee gees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chill out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“让我想一想”陈绮贞／　＂Ｃ＇ｅｓｔ　Ｓｉ　Ｂｏｎ＂　Ｏｎｏ　Ｌｉｓａ　／Ｌｕｃｙ＇ｓ　ｅｙｅｓ／&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More than a woman &lt;/span&gt;Bee Gees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cute: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing a song&lt;/span&gt; Carpenters /&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yellow Submarine&lt;/span&gt; Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ｅｘｔｒｅｍｅｌｙ　ｐｌｅａｓｅｄ：&lt;/span&gt;“天天好心情”梦飞船　/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staying Alive&lt;/span&gt; Bee Gees /&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More than a woman &lt;/span&gt;Bee Gees / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top of the world&lt;/span&gt; Carpenters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy deep inside: &lt;/span&gt;Peter and the wolf - Peter's theme / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dance of the reed fairies&lt;/span&gt; - Tchaikovsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cool:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LUV LUV　ＬＵＶ&lt;/span&gt;　范文芳　／＂Ａｑｕａｒｅｌａ　Ｄｏ　Ｂｒａｓｉｌ＂Ｇａｌ　Ｃｏｓｔａ　/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staying Alive&lt;/span&gt; Bee Gees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proud: &lt;/span&gt;The Nutcracker Act1 Scene 1 No.2 - The March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ｃｈｉｌｄｉｓｈ：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“很多鸭”旺福 / Dance of the swans - The nutcracker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slowly falling in love with you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something there" Beauty and the beast OST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The day you decided to approach me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Meguri Ai" Chage &amp;amp; Aska　／&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;＂Ｓｏ　ｎｉｃｅ＂Ｂｅｂｅｌ　Ｇｉｂｅｒｔｏ　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;／　Ｓａｙ　Ｙｅｓ　Ｃｈａｇｅ　＆　Ａｓｋａ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't take my eyes off you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Misunderstood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't get me wrong" Pretenders　／＂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ｓｈｅ　ｉｓ＂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ｃｌａｓｓｉｑｕｅ　　/ When you're love with a beautiful woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr. Hook /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Quarrels:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hear me cry" Utada Hikaru&lt;/span&gt; / “两个人并不等于我们”王力宏 &lt;span&gt;／“不值得”梦飞船　／＂Ｔｈａｔ　ｔｈｉｎｇ　ｙｏｕ　ｄｏ！＂　Ｔｈｅ　ｗｏｎｄｅｒｓ　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our first date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love Song" Chage &amp;amp; Aska &lt;/span&gt;/ “你是我心里的一首歌”王力宏&amp;amp;Selina／＂一人一半＂８８１ＯＳＴ/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;/span&gt; - Louis Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Certain of my feelings: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the beginning&lt;/span&gt;" Anastasia OST / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those good old dreams&lt;/span&gt; Carpenters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lazy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Winnie the Pooh theme" &lt;/span&gt;／＂Ｒｅｃｉｐｅ　ｆｏｒ　ｍａｋｉｎｇ　ｌｏｖｅ＂Ｈａｒｒｙ　Ｃｏｎｎｉｃｋ / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peter and the wolf &lt;/span&gt;- Duck and cat's theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first day at work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pieces of dream" Chemistry　／&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;＂Ｒｅｄ　Ｂｌｏｕｓｅ＂&lt;/span&gt;Ｏｎａ　Ｌｉｓａ　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ｓｎｅａｋｙ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Arabian Nights"&lt;/span&gt; Aladdin OST　／Ｄｅｓｃｅｎｄａｎｔ　ｏｆ　Ｓｈｉｎｏｂｉ　ＦＦＶＩＩ　ＯＳＴ　/  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rhapsody in Blue&lt;/span&gt; George Gershwin / Peter and the wolf - Peter's theme / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dance of the sugar plum fairies &lt;/span&gt;Tchaikosky/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ｂｒｅａｋｕｐｓ：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;“你走也好”梦飞船&lt;/span&gt;　／&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;＂Ｓｍｉｌｅ＂&lt;/span&gt;Ｏｎａ　Ｌｉｓａ　/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Bee Gees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indulging in the wonders of nature:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Point of no return" Chemistry /&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The blue Danube  waltz&lt;/span&gt; Strauss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ｔｈｅ　ｄａｙ　ｙｏｕ　ｐｒｏｐｏｓｅｄ：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＂Ｉ　ｗａｎｎａ　ｂｅ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｙｏｕ＂　Ｍａｎｄｙ　Ｍｏｏｒｅ／　＂Ｉ＇ｍ　ｙｏｕｒｓ＂Ｊａｓｏｎ　Ｍｒａｚ　／&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The day I get married :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We've only just began" Carpenters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motherhood: &lt;/span&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing a song&lt;/span&gt; Carpenters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picking myself from failure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rainbow" Fukuyama Masaharu /“改变自己” 王力宏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rushing off to work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ride on time" Yamashita Tatsuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ Somewhere tropical!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forever" Beach Boys OST Sorimachi Takashi　／Ｌｉｖｉｎ＇ｔｈｉｎｇ　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buried in sorrows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence"&lt;/span&gt; Ryuchi Sakamoto / “青花瓷” 周杰伦／Ｔｈｉｓ　ｉｓ　ｍｙ　ｆａｔｈｅｒ＇ｓ　ｗｏｒｌｄ　／Swan's lake - The nutcracker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drained:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; Beatles / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Jude&lt;/span&gt; Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ｓａｓｓｙ：&lt;/span&gt;还珠格格主题歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stressed:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Piano Concerto in F&lt;/span&gt; George Gershwin / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sorcerer's Apprentice&lt;/span&gt; - Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Impatient:&lt;/span&gt; Peter and the wolf - Grandpa's theme / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tea (chinese dance)&lt;/span&gt; The nutcracker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little touching moments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Small Happiness" &lt;/span&gt;Love letter OST Remedios　／Ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ　Ｒｏａｄ　（Ｖｏｌｉｎ　ｉｎｓｔｒｕｍｅｎｔａｌ）　Ｗｈｉｓｐｅｒ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　Ｈｅａｒｔ　ＯＳＴ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oriental Moments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The last emperor"&lt;/span&gt; David Bryne /“心中的日月”王力宏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long strolls during my golden years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sound of the island"&lt;/span&gt; Il Postina OST　／＂Ｐｒｅｔｔｙ　ｗｏｒｌｄ＂　Ｏｎｏ　Ｌｉｓａ　／＂Ａｎｄ　Ｉ　ｌｏｖｅ　ｙｏｕ　ｓｏ＂Ｐｅｒｒｙ　Ｃｏｓｍｏ　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nature trails during my youthful days: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bicycle" &lt;/span&gt;Il Postina OST / “太聪明” 陈绮贞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reminiscing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"路小雨"不能说的秘密OST / “菊花台” 周杰伦 /琵琶语 instrumental/ Close to you Carpenters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wacky:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"魔术先生"周杰伦&lt;/span&gt; /&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The entertainer&lt;/span&gt; Scott Joplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puzzle:&lt;/span&gt;"W-H-Y" 王力宏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farewells: &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be in my heart&lt;/span&gt;" Disney Tarzen OST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ｃｈｒｉｓｔｍａｓｙ：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＂Ｈａｐｐｙ　Ｈｏｌｉｄａｙｓ＂　Ｃａｒｐｅｎｔｅｒｓ　／“Ｗｉｎｔｅｒ　ｗｏｎｄｅｒｌａｎｄ＂Ｃａｒｐｅｎｔｅｒｓ　／＂Ｈａｖｅ　ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ　ａ　ｍｅｒｒｙ　ｃｈｒｉｓｔｍａｓ＂Ｏｎａ　Ｌｉｓａ　／＂Ｌｅｔ　ｉｔ　ｓｎｏｗ＂Ｏｎａ　Ｌｉｓａ　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fast: &lt;/span&gt;Minute Waltz Chopin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Furious:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Montagues and Capulets&lt;/span&gt; Prokofiev's Romeo and Juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a panic: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rain" &lt;/span&gt;The last emperor OST Ryuchi Sakamoto / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eight memories in watercolour Op. 1 &lt;/span&gt;Lang Lang (Staccato) / Peter and the wolf- bird's theme / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marriage of Figaro&lt;/span&gt; Mozart / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hungarian Dance No. 5&lt;/span&gt; Brahms&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ｉｎ　ｆｅａｒ：&lt;/span&gt;＂Ｏｎｅ　ｗｉｎｇｅｄ　Ａｎｇｅｌ＂ＦＦＶＩＩ　ＯＳＴ / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantasie  Impromptu Op. 66&lt;/span&gt; Chopin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Trouble:&lt;/span&gt; Peter and the wolf - wolf's theme/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firebird Suite&lt;/span&gt; - Stravinsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dying moment:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Forrest Gump theme"&lt;/span&gt; Forrest Gump OST　／Ｊｕｓｔ　ａ　ｃｌｏｓｅｒ　ｗａｌｋ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｔｈｅｅ　／&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabriel's Oboe&lt;/span&gt; Yoyo ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its really quite a mess up there and IF there be the time for me to do it. I might just rearrange it nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-8494223116258871063?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/8494223116258871063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8494223116258871063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/8494223116258871063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-my-life.html' title='ＯＳＴ of my life'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sb5f2jrrAcI/AAAAAAAAB18/6thMXENfbKY/s72-c/shakespeare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-1600287374869323261</id><published>2009-03-15T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:47:21.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sent for servicing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God has been leaving a trails of service since the start of year 2009. Its been a real eventful learning journey since I was involved in a few ministries since July 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me the opportunity to try my hands at different stuff, ironically I was never too keen to take up teaching in church since I'm going to do that during my office hours to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since he opened the doors for me when I joined BBPC in 2003, there has been no turning back. Thought that I should actually list down the ministries God has permit me to try out and reflect on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2003: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Children's choir pianist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2004: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1723 pianist&lt;br /&gt;-1723 Publicity i/c&lt;br /&gt;-1723 brothers week i/c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2005: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1723 pianist&lt;br /&gt;-1723 notice board (Me and tze serving together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2006:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1723 pianist&lt;br /&gt;-1723 Publicity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1723 pianist&lt;br /&gt;-Fellowship secretary&lt;br /&gt;- June Camp Programmes i/c&lt;br /&gt;- Dec Camp commander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2008: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1723 Pianist&lt;br /&gt;-Choir member&lt;br /&gt;-1723 group leader&lt;br /&gt;-Choir alto group leader&lt;br /&gt;-Church mission month publicity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2009: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Children's choir pianist&lt;br /&gt;-Youth fellowship pianist&lt;br /&gt;-Church mission trip publicity&lt;br /&gt;-Choir website and publicity i/c *&lt;br /&gt;-Youth fellowship programmes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tentatively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the posts God has given me, its really not difficult to see where He has in mind for me. Equipped mainly with aesthetic skills, my services revolve mainly around publicity, music and "ideas" based roles. There has also been alot of other nitty gritty tiny services such as skit acting, mission trips (children involved), talking...games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its wonderful how God allows such services to gear us even for the real world out there. I come to learn about this quite well during my practicum where I realised skills and experiences I've gathered from years of service benefited me in the most unexpected ways. And yes, I do realise God does give me the love for children (esp. the tiny ones) and wisdom to deal with them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But such self realisation didnt come by easy. I remembered 2006 was a year of tough struggle.&lt;br /&gt;Felt really empty because chances were stripped off one by one. I guess up to that point of time, serving was more of self gratification rather than God centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was swift in disciplining me. He wanted me to comprehend the meaning of service clearly. And honestly, my heart was not ready at that point of time. Was looking for "preferred" services such as music ministry, demanding God to grant me to remain in my comfort zone. But He wanted to push me further, stretch me way much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered sobbing in my heart that night on the eve of year 2006 where the speaker spoke about surrendering to God. His message threw me into deep retrospection of my serving attitude and got me really thinking. I was breaking down inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats when the Lord's disciplining hand was lifted from me. I was approached by then fellowship leader to be 1723 secretary. While thrilled to be part of the ex. committee for the first time, I had my hesitations due to past bad experience. And well, I guess just to prevent me from feeling over pleased with myself, I coincidentally discovered myself to be a back up choice of another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though hurt at the point (my poor leader had to endure my rumblings ), I'm glad that God didn't forgo me despite my sourness. 22 years old and I have yet to contain a right humble attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Skip skip jump jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess through the ups and downs of life, God has taught me to let him take total control. And I'm beginning to do it bit by bit.  Long gone are my preferences to ministries, and I've learned to step out of my comfort zone, venturing out into personal "unchartered waters".  Miraculously, I've come to adapt to anything He gives me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, imagine my joy when God allowed me to step back into my first love which is to be back as children's choir pianist! I guess deep down inside, I've always wanted to work with children and music. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Even when I teach chinese, I try infusing music into it. Ha!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;To actually be approached by the person who rejected me years ago, I can only say God has been merciful and never forgets. He's indeed generous in his blessing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great is thy faithfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7477071547323645093-1600287374869323261?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/1600287374869323261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/sent-for-servicing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1600287374869323261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1600287374869323261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/sent-for-servicing.html' title='Sent for servicing'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-4694465243593947980</id><published>2009-03-15T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T06:58:22.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blank beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mind has been as blank as the patch above recently. Some kind soul has smsed almost the entire fellowship regarding mum. Frankly I would appreciate if the person(s) lets me know beforehand. While I'm open about having people to ask me, but to actually release all information without my pre-knowledge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7477071547323645093-4694465243593947980?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/4694465243593947980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/blank-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4694465243593947980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4694465243593947980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/blank-beauty.html' title='blank beauty'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-827230955745869524</id><published>2009-03-12T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:23:10.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"This is the day that the Lord has made, we will rejoice and be glad in it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Psalms 118: 24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was once told that the only constant is change. Men do, God don't. Things have taken a turn for the worse, am learning to hold onto the verse above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Shaken and hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Still I learn to rejoice and be glad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I thank God for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) letting mum discover it earlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) the cancerous lumps to be in stage 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3) for mum's stable emotions despite it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4) dad's strength to hold the family together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5) Doc fung's wisdom in guiding me to voice out my sorrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6) Hannah's companionship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7) Getting an operation slot within this month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8) Countless friends who's deeply concerned and praying for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9) Bringing the family closer through this event&lt;br /&gt;10)  granting me outlets to let it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I ask God that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mum could be spared from chemotherapy. Cancer cells have not spread. Minimum complications. Strength and health for us all. Good time management to handle my academics amidst all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This is tougher than I thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-827230955745869524?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/827230955745869524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/827230955745869524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/827230955745869524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-5730453576861916997</id><published>2009-03-10T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:12:10.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sbacv6Hr2_I/AAAAAAAAB10/N--AuWmC2yw/s1600-h/2iscwsl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sbacv6Hr2_I/AAAAAAAAB10/N--AuWmC2yw/s400/2iscwsl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311605157399354354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"This is the day that the Lord has made, we will rejoice and be glad in it."&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 118: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tomorrow's the day where the biopsy results will be released. I'm not exactly nervous, however the multiple sms of concerns from friends has ironically increased the tension. I guess it can't be help with the fact that I'm constantly reminded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But I'm the kind of girl who rather face the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Only times of trouble and sorrow allow one to witness true friends. Told Hannah how touched I was to know a number who're truly concerned with ma's condition. And boy, aren't some the least expected ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma has been miraculously positive all this while. Cheerfully doing "pre-operation" preparations such as stocking up household products for the coming 4 weeks, purchasing papa's medications and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;She has matured mentally and spiritually indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this fresh ounce of God given strength in her, how can we not pull through this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-5730453576861916997?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/5730453576861916997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5730453576861916997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/5730453576861916997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/Sbacv6Hr2_I/AAAAAAAAB10/N--AuWmC2yw/s72-c/2iscwsl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-6682624203273499912</id><published>2009-03-09T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:33:47.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of reach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things are getting out of reach. Gabrielle's song could well be the current soundtrack of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So confused, my heart's bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could smile genuinely at life and maintain the cheerful deposition that I've always aim to uphold. Amidst the frustration, there's burden from family and academics. Its sure tough fulfilling so many roles at one go. Can't imagine the time when I become a full fledge teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel sorry towards God. I knew I made tonnes of prayer proclaiming my staunch faith in Him. Now its wavering more than ever because of the things I'm seeing. I've heard nothing I must admit, but my mind has been playing endless games deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get a grip and move on.&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/7477071547323645093-6682624203273499912?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/6682624203273499912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-reach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6682624203273499912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6682624203273499912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-reach.html' title='Out of reach'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-1036525359456336001</id><published>2009-03-04T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:57:22.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A voice from the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SzQyWy_7uE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SzQyWy_7uE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SzQyWy_7uE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SzQyWy_7uE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7477071547323645093-1036525359456336001?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/1036525359456336001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/voice-from-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1036525359456336001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/1036525359456336001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/voice-from-heart.html' title='A voice from the heart'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-7945978510382708370</id><published>2009-03-03T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:29:44.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>异“性“相吸</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;最近没什么时间灵修，确实感到愧疚。不过上帝也真的很怜悯我和一家，虽然经融风暴席卷全球但是我们仍然能够照旧过日子，三餐温饱。ok啦，人生没有任何奢求……爸爸妈妈就是那么简朴的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很佩服他们的节俭，俩夫妻果然是上帝结合的。没见过那么合拍的排挡，哈哈！从他们身上完全领悟到“两个成为一体”的含义，别想歪！我是指从他们身上真正体会到什么叫做“互补”。从表层来看，真的难以想象他们是怎么选择彼此……无论性格、兴趣、观点、志向等等，许多零零碎碎的细节都有差距。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;不过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;他们却存有共同的价值观，根深蒂固的价值观——敬畏神、以上帝为中心的生命。也正因如此，两人才能走到今天。看着他们，心中总有无限的感慨和佩服。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妈妈最近一直担心我的终身大事，不光是她……连婆婆、大姨、二姨、三姑六婆等闲人士都非常操心喔~我也不怪他们啦，毕竟他们都闲着没事做。:p 妈妈经常埋怨，认为我太挑了。不断地提醒：“你长得比较有肉，有男生追就应该把握机会。女人一过了25岁，身价会掉的！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;牙尖嘴利的我总会反驳：“你‘身价’的定义是什么？” 妈妈便知道自己给自己挖了个坑……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日光之下无新事。21世纪的男人虽然大多所受的教育更高，但仍然是肉眼动物。有多少个真的是慧眼型的？我可能像是“吃不到葡萄，说葡萄酸”，不过这样的结论并非单从个人的经历油然而生。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;教会中有好多位出色的姐妹仍然单身，我怎么想还是搞不明白。无论外貌、身材、为人、教育水平或是事业都不错，但感情生活就是没有着落。细想之下，真的觉得教会姐妹要找伴侣果然比外人难上加难。对方除了必须是位弟兄，还得是个虔诚的基督徒。单是这两个，就等于寻找人间极品。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回想起个人的经历，我承认自己非常挑剔。做朋友没什么，但要提升到更高一层，别说别人，我自己都难以克服心中的无形要求。有时真觉得可笑，如此挑剔的我尽然好几次让人误会喜欢“他”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;请别误会我的友善！友人与情人之间的界限，我可是划得非常清楚。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Come to think about it. Its quite frustrating. Why is it so impossible for guys and girls to experience true platonic friendships. Such a wonderful relationship often ends up being tainted with hidden agendas and that really sour things up doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7477071547323645093-7945978510382708370?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/7945978510382708370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7945978510382708370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/7945978510382708370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='异“性“相吸'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-2106404015566668482</id><published>2009-03-02T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:10:05.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride on time</title><content type='html'>Finally am done with the Ancient Chinese Grammar paper today. Its been an extremely hectic and draining week especially when one has to juggle between 3 important areas of one's life - family, church and academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for pulling me through during this difficult period. Its still difficult just that with God's strength, it always get more than bearable. Same for that certain aspect of my life. Had a good chat with big sister the other day haha. Two of us picking one another up. Its amazing how similar we are in many ways - same choice of career path, same values, same silly sense of humour, same outlook on life, same experience in many ways *erhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I've been getting encouraging verses from God during this recent period. Have been receiving these daily encouraging emails from the prayer meeting committee.  Here's one which was really quite uplifting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;~Ephesians 3:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ha and isn't that exactly my problem. I really CANNOT imagine how things will take off. Its been a really long wait with its fair share of ups and downs. Given the limited time and "hit and miss" I really cannnot comprehend the beauty of it all. But yet I'm holding onto the belief that something wonderful will blossom out of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SavobYrOxcI/AAAAAAAAB1M/-aETbG344mg/s1600-h/high-key-sakura-blossom-800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SavobYrOxcI/AAAAAAAAB1M/-aETbG344mg/s400/high-key-sakura-blossom-800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308592142964147650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May all these verses and the circumstances that God has meticulously placed are leading us onto the right path. After all, nothing happens by coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-2106404015566668482?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/2106404015566668482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/ride-on-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/2106404015566668482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/2106404015566668482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/03/ride-on-time.html' title='Ride on time'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SavobYrOxcI/AAAAAAAAB1M/-aETbG344mg/s72-c/high-key-sakura-blossom-800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-6539932806783601593</id><published>2009-02-27T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:50:04.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phrased Differently</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Stanza: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Adam and Eve will never believe that, we break the speed of sound. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cause they’re too naïve to even conceive that, we get off the ground. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wasn’t so far back then, we found out the world was round.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now we’ve been to the moon and back, we still haven’t found… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;the recipe for love...the recipe for love…recipe for love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m hoping that one day we will find, the recipe for love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; Stanza: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve read every book, in the library I’ve looked and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still don’t understand. Is it biology, physics and chemistry? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I can rightly guess, it wasn’t so far back then, we found out the world was round. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now we’ve been to the moon and back, we still haven’t found… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;the recipe for love...the recipe for love…recipe for love. No no… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m hoping that one day we will find, the recipe for love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Bridge: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe some magic and some modesty, (there isn’t just some guarantee) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have some patience and just You and Me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still Adam and Even, they couldn’t believe that we get off the ground. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now we’ve been to the moon and back, we still haven’t found…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;the recipe for love...the recipe for love…recipe for love. Oh yeah…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For love yeah, for love yeah, baby baby baby….recipe for love…woah…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We still haven’t found (baby baby baby) we still haven’t found (baby baby baby),&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m hoping that we won’t need to find&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The recipe for love. Yeah….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Above are the lyrics to a song "Recipe for love" composed by this group of budding musicians who have yet to publish and develop their works. More can be found on their smashing flash site : &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://phraseddifferently.com/"&gt;click me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Catchy tune, witty lines. &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/7477071547323645093-6539932806783601593?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/6539932806783601593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/02/phrased-differently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6539932806783601593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6539932806783601593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/02/phrased-differently.html' title='Phrased Differently'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-6823106816648135234</id><published>2009-02-26T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:20:22.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>overflowing uncertainties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;"life is like a box of chocolates, you'll never know what you're going to get."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Forrest Gump &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've never understood this statement. Or rather, was ever convinced. How can one no know what he or she was getting if one has read the label well. Exclude the multi-flavored ones like merci, even if one were to close the eyes, fish into the entire box of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ferrero rocher &lt;/span&gt;, one will still pick out a spherical chocolate instead of getting a bar like kit kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SaZXmJHCbRI/AAAAAAAAB08/lp0j9ZJx9tg/s1600-h/ferrero_rocher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SaZXmJHCbRI/AAAAAAAAB08/lp0j9ZJx9tg/s400/ferrero_rocher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307025523694791954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;VERSUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SaZXmYGECTI/AAAAAAAAB1E/IB4l9ZoMjlQ/s1600-h/800px-KitKat_chunky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SaZXmYGECTI/AAAAAAAAB1E/IB4l9ZoMjlQ/s400/800px-KitKat_chunky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307025527717234994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So NO, i didn't see how life was like a box of chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But its certainly well packed with uncertainties. Which leads me to reflect on what a mundane person I have become. Used to love surprises and experience unexpected events popping up @ every corner of my life...but as years past, come to succumb to simplicity and familiarity more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I've come to detest uncertainties especially those concerning my beloved's and my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yada-ed so much to come to the main point: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Accompanied mum to the clinic today for the diagnosis. Suspected cancerous lump (worst fear), got a referral letter ("direct access" = urgent case) from polyclinic to NUH. Going for surgical analysis tomorrow and till then, should be able to determine whether her situation is acute or not. Try to squeeze in an operation slot asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Done. Finally mumbled out what I wanted to say all along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7477071547323645093-6823106816648135234?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/6823106816648135234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/02/overflowing-uncertainties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6823106816648135234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/6823106816648135234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/02/overflowing-uncertainties.html' title='overflowing uncertainties'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SaZXmJHCbRI/AAAAAAAAB08/lp0j9ZJx9tg/s72-c/ferrero_rocher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-3690093862463891612</id><published>2009-02-24T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:49:35.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>small happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have been really uplifted by the short stories and verses I've got from QT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mark 4:28-29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" id="en-ESV-24348" class="versenum" value="28"&gt;28&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"The earth produces by itself, first the blade, then the ear, then the full grain in the ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" id="en-ESV-24349" class="versenum" value="29"&gt;29&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But when the grain is ripe, at once he puts in the sickle, because the harvest has come."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been stirring ripples in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom-line of the 23rd entry: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;We sow the seed - God produces the harvest.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing to mind, my life story as compared to that of a process of farming: months of waiting coming to an end and workers stream into the fields to help with the harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect parable that illustrates how faith (like a seedling) needs time to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish that the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the harvest has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" Cause if it does, it's one seedling that took 5-6 years to blossom. I must admit I've not been praying diligently throughout these years, giving it up countless times, endless tears that has been dripped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a really strange feeling with multiple questions bursting...the crucial one being: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; will it be "the right person" or the "right time". Either one brings a whole different meaning to it all, and I honestly have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; preferences. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contrary to popular belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SaQV_J3CCbI/AAAAAAAAB00/u9p1c6LPeyY/s1600-h/puzzle_pieces_id150248_size500o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SaQV_J3CCbI/AAAAAAAAB00/u9p1c6LPeyY/s400/puzzle_pieces_id150248_size500o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306390435671968178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Life's like an intricate puzzle which is kinda messy right now. But I believe God will piece things all up neatly and till then, after all He has a bird eye's view of my entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-3690093862463891612?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/3690093862463891612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/02/small-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/3690093862463891612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/3690093862463891612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/02/small-happiness.html' title='small happiness'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SaQV_J3CCbI/AAAAAAAAB00/u9p1c6LPeyY/s72-c/puzzle_pieces_id150248_size500o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-4344280481220413475</id><published>2009-02-23T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:46:59.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror image</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah finds it interesting that how a simple blog layout like mine is so heavily laden with melancholic writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Really? &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/7477071547323645093-4344280481220413475?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/4344280481220413475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/02/mirror-image.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4344280481220413475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/4344280481220413475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/02/mirror-image.html' title='Mirror image'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477071547323645093.post-961718296972012881</id><published>2009-02-23T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:30:55.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Implorations</title><content type='html'>Accompied mum to Gleneagles today. Radiology department was hidden away in some basement of the annex block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it being one of the pioneer private hospitals, known to cater specially for the wealthy and powerful...the interior looked more than rundown to me. Not only was it not "navigation-friendly", there was this unexplainable eerie aura looming over the entire building. And walls simply smell eww.....damp. I could imagine it as one of the convenient settings used in one of the silent hill series or something. *Strange looking statues decked out in many of the private clinics in those dark corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SaKyzSFfW4I/AAAAAAAAB0k/eUHzr_68qws/s1600-h/shohospitalws8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SaKyzSFfW4I/AAAAAAAAB0k/eUHzr_68qws/s400/shohospitalws8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305999905093802882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire checkup plus waiting time took about 2 hours. Mama is required to go through an operation asap. I'm glad I accompanied her, her hands felt cold throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sobbing quite recently. Quiet time, playing the piano, listening to music and even while bathing. I guess I'm kind of afraid too. But I can't let mum knows. She's paranoid enough, I've got to be the strong one. Of the very least, look like the part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477071547323645093-961718296972012881?l=tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/feeds/961718296972012881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/02/implorations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/961718296972012881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477071547323645093/posts/default/961718296972012881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-from-rebekah.blogspot.com/2009/02/implorations.html' title='Implorations'/><author><name>footprints</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00554462626289946878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tJGmflgv9Qw/SaKyzSFfW4I/AAAAAAAAB0k/eUHzr_68qws/s72-c/shohospitalws8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
