<?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-4296272998952495452</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:31:08.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkies don't just happen.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1301217900107154316</id><published>2008-05-19T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:22:09.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: here's to a new season ::</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a new &lt;a href="http://elliechua.wordpress.com"&gt;season&lt;/a&gt;. *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't get it : &lt;a href="http://elliechua.wordpress.com"&gt;http://elliechua.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1301217900107154316?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1301217900107154316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1301217900107154316' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1301217900107154316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1301217900107154316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-to-new-season.html' title=':: here&apos;s to a new season ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-3941476665690879863</id><published>2008-05-18T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:43:48.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: eye-opening ::</title><content type='html'>OA was brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted, but happily so :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights :&lt;br /&gt;#1. The 3.5 hour hike in was no joke. The 3 hour hike out was better. Somewhat. But still not a joke. *predicts that Ellie will be bedridden in the morning*&lt;br /&gt;#2. It was fun sleeping in the hut. Even if i *did* wake up multiple times to yelping dogs, crowing roosters and the fact that the hut moved everytime someone walked/sat/stood up.&lt;br /&gt;#3. OA services are awesome. The worship especially :)&lt;br /&gt;#4. Preaching in front of people you don't know, in a language you only used back in your hometown, plus KIDS running all over the place, was very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;#5. Bathing in the river is not my cup of tea. It was a hair-standing experience. Lol. I was the only one who came out *bright* pink from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;#6. Baby "lurs" (wildboar) run kids over. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;#7. My little brown boy. Ah, i miss that cute little fat face. He's unsaved. Will have to keep praying for him :)&lt;br /&gt;#8. OA kids have the shortest attention span ever. I am no match for them.&lt;br /&gt;#9. I didn't get to cook for OA. But we sure had good food :D Mah Ling rocks.&lt;br /&gt;#10. A great team :) Ah, the funny moments will definitely be cherished. "What happens in OA, stays in OA....for awhile." ;)&lt;br /&gt;#11. I pooped under the stars :D After half an hour of choosing the *perfect* spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12. I miss it already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Joy was right. You'll always feel a lil' bit of something when you leave OA to the normal routine of *life*. I had to jump straight into assignments. Which, i can't put it in any other way but "sucks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice tho...living without having a phone beeping. Or a watch to tell you what time it is. It was nice being away from the lappie. It was nice...taking it slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i speak for every other OA team and my own when i say that it's an experience worth going for. Worth every cent, sweat and energy. And sleep too (considering how i was rushing my assignments before going).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottomline : I'd go again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-3941476665690879863?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/3941476665690879863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=3941476665690879863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3941476665690879863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3941476665690879863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/05/eye-opening.html' title=':: eye-opening ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1049079337731712272</id><published>2008-05-15T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:38:41.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: excitings ::</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited. I am! I am! I am! *bounces*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeee!!!! Ellie's going for OA!!!! *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks. I'm so excited sampai tak boleh tidur. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macam mana laaaaaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heads to bed and dreams of chasing wildboars*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of you city people, be goods now! ;)&lt;br /&gt;...and do pray for the team who's going out. Elder Joy, Lucas, BenJi, Eunice, Yvonne and i! We need your prayers ;) Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1049079337731712272?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1049079337731712272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1049079337731712272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1049079337731712272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1049079337731712272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/05/excitings.html' title=':: excitings ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-279408914390596183</id><published>2008-05-15T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:50:25.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: mulling over ::</title><content type='html'>3 down, 1 more to go. Oh, and one presentation on Tuesday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so caught up with the busy-ness of assignments, i didn't even get the opportunity to get excited for OA. Sure, it was somewhere in the back of my head, but this was/is something that i've looked forward to since....the beginning of last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i was planning my schedule to go for OA in a time that was *convenient* for me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic it is that i'm now going at a time where i'm most bogged down in the semester. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, God. Your thoughts and Your ways are definitely higher than mine. I pray that i'll go in peace, knowing that there's still one more assignment to hand in. Consolation : it's only worth 10%. Note the only. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We will fly way up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where the cold wind blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Or in the sun, laughing and having fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With the people that she knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if the situation should keep us separated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know the world won't fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you will free the beautiful bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's caught inside your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't you hear her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh she cries so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Casts her wild note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Over water and cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   That's the way it's gonna be, little darlin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   We'll be riding on the horses, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Way up in the sky, little darlin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   And if you fall I'll pick you up, pick you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't worry 'bout a thing little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because I was young myself not so long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when I was young, when I was young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when I was young, oh I was a wild, wild one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horses&lt;/span&gt;-Rickie Lee Jones-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited now. Am looking forward to the during and the afters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt; changed. *thoughtfully* I can't put my finger on what it does to me though. Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-279408914390596183?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/279408914390596183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=279408914390596183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/279408914390596183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/279408914390596183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/05/mulling-over.html' title=':: mulling over ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-4169753597300987497</id><published>2008-05-13T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:57:00.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: ta-da! ::</title><content type='html'>..."keep running, running..." *sings to the tune of Dory's song in Finding Nemo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, i'm just a little unwell. *nods solemnly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; for the stuffies all the way from US. Am enjoying my storybook and CD's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says good things come in small packages? *beams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-4169753597300987497?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/4169753597300987497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=4169753597300987497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4169753597300987497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4169753597300987497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/05/ta-da.html' title=':: ta-da! ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-8202445575011301980</id><published>2008-05-11T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:21:12.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: what can i do ::</title><content type='html'>I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's only so much I can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I just got to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And who knows I might feel better, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I don't try and I don't hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe there's nothing more to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And in a funny way I'm calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because the power is not mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just going to let it fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Can I Do&lt;/span&gt;-The Corrs-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; get affected by words? Whether if its verbal or written?&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if someone really means what he or she says?&lt;br /&gt;How do you ignore paper cuts?&lt;br /&gt;How do you make a difference in the little things?&lt;br /&gt;How do you cling unto things and people even though they disappoint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i need a break. We all do, sometimes. But, Lord, i think i may have forgotten how to give myself one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The heart is deceitful above all things, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; wicked; who can know it?"&lt;/span&gt; - Jeremiah 17:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So harsh. So true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-8202445575011301980?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/8202445575011301980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=8202445575011301980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8202445575011301980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8202445575011301980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-can-i-do.html' title=':: what can i do ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-14482329353319470</id><published>2008-05-10T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T01:41:56.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: 2 down, 2 more to go ::</title><content type='html'>Ah, Lord. Remind me again why i do what i do. It's 1.30am and once again i'm drawn to thoughts of how i need to depend on You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my two finished assignments...Lord, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your favor and blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my unfinished two assignments...Lord, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my untranslated OA message...Lord, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your wisdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my short attention span to complete the above...Lord, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my lack of tact to those around me...Lord, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your love and grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my wildest dreams and desires...Lord, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, lean not in your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths."&lt;/span&gt; - Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-14482329353319470?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/14482329353319470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=14482329353319470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/14482329353319470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/14482329353319470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-down-2-more-to-go.html' title=':: 2 down, 2 more to go ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-8486351054525325177</id><published>2008-05-08T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:39:38.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: guarded ::</title><content type='html'>You're right. I've been overly sensitive lately. It's been some time since i was this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raw&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe i'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, guard my heart and mind. I don't need distractions. Especially not now. Help me focus. On You. On school. On OA. On ministry. I don't need anything else. Only You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me, God? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the source of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't be left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no one else like You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will take hold of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need You, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To come to my rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where else can i go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no other name by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which i am saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capture me with grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will follow You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world has nothing for me,&lt;br /&gt;I will follow You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rescue&lt;/span&gt;-Desperation-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;My hands are doing its yearly peel again. *wrinkles nose* It's got this prickly feeling =/ Me no like rough hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I need to learn not to let my guard down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-8486351054525325177?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/8486351054525325177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=8486351054525325177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8486351054525325177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8486351054525325177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/05/guarded.html' title=':: guarded ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-7207700895343071752</id><published>2008-05-07T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:07:18.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: stressed ::</title><content type='html'>One down, three more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to start on this assignment that's due this Friday. Guess i'll just have to find out in...24 hours. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...i lost my thumbdrive with quite a number of important stuff in it. *sighs again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i didn't mean to snap. *sadface*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know and You see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The times of my defeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I fail to realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your kindness reaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through all my fragile fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of wasting any years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I see You go beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My silent feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You took this fading heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And softened every part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll rest in light of what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've promised to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even When&lt;/span&gt;-Jeremy Camp&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;, back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-7207700895343071752?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/7207700895343071752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=7207700895343071752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7207700895343071752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7207700895343071752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/05/stressed.html' title=':: stressed ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-9010709176649313480</id><published>2008-05-07T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:19:58.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: sway ::</title><content type='html'>Goal was not achieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I talk to you as to a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope that's what you've come to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It feels as though we've made amends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like we found a way eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna make you sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like I know I've done before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will not do it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've always been a dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've had my head among the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that I'm coming down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't you be my solid ground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look at you and see a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope that's what you wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are we back now where it all began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you finally forgiven me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sway-The Perishers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ironman was worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to be so muddled next time. (refers to previous posts) Braindumps help, y'know. Somewhat. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-9010709176649313480?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/9010709176649313480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=9010709176649313480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/9010709176649313480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/9010709176649313480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/05/sway.html' title=':: sway ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-5596948230460095285</id><published>2008-05-06T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:50:36.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: that's my goal ::</title><content type='html'>Contrary to that insanely *pop* Shayne Ward song, no, my goal is NOT to win the heart and soul of a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirited by chocolate and a whole lotta' prayer, I'm gonna attempt to do the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goal :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Complete MGW3401 Assignment. 3000 words. Progress : Started with 0 words at 10am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;#2. Translate half of my OA message into BM. Progress : Nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reward :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRONMAN TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bwahahahhaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, Ellie, go!! :D *cheers self with pompoms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where's my personal cheerleader when i need him? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-5596948230460095285?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/5596948230460095285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=5596948230460095285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5596948230460095285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5596948230460095285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-my-goal.html' title=':: that&apos;s my goal ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-6176620829309846249</id><published>2008-05-04T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:55:52.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: yearnings ::</title><content type='html'>Today...was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If yearnings went away, what do we have to offer up to God? Aren't they given to us to offer up to Him in the first place? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is the control of passion, not its eradication, that is needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How else can we learn to submit to the authority of Christ if we have nothing to submit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, Lord, what if i don't want to mature? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if...what if...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughs. My thoughts are all over the place. Don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Edited : Some people just don't know how much they hurt others by their insensitivity. Sigh, little deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you think we oughta know by now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you think we should've learnt somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-6176620829309846249?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/6176620829309846249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=6176620829309846249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6176620829309846249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6176620829309846249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/05/yearnings.html' title=':: yearnings ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-245131805815435958</id><published>2008-05-02T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:27:15.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: somehow or rather ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to the days of wariness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where I'm feeling an echo inside my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've a heart beating patiently along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting for the other half of its song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And times have told the ways things come to light&lt;br /&gt;Realizing a lack in your will to fight&lt;br /&gt;Despite words crying inconsistencies&lt;br /&gt;As you fall uneasily to your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch my hand and call it love&lt;br /&gt;If you can't hold it tight tonight&lt;br /&gt;If you're not strong enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blind to what you're doing here&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel like I'm special, but my dear&lt;br /&gt;I have seen through a weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You don't know it but you're telling me lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will soon wake to see&lt;br /&gt;There is no heart in anything you say to me&lt;br /&gt;Thought we'd found a harmony&lt;br /&gt;A perfect match of melodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But if you listen closely now, I've been singing all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch my hand and call it love&lt;br /&gt;If you can't hold it tight tonight&lt;br /&gt;If you're not strong enough&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strong Enough&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kina Grannis&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Note to self : Today, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-245131805815435958?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1741677637589074750</id><published>2008-05-02T10:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:13:58.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: stretched ::</title><content type='html'>4 assignments due in the span of 2 weeks. What with OA in between. It's gonna be crazyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie wants to watch Ironman. She didn't want to earlier, but now she does. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oooh, baby, baby, it's a wild world&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to get by just upon a smile&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, baby, baby, it's a wild world&lt;br /&gt;And i'll always remember you like a child, girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Mr Big-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks. I'm in my nineties mode again.  Bring on Pearl Jam &amp;amp; Duran Duran. Heck, maybe even No Doubt too. Let's rock tonight :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1741677637589074750?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1741677637589074750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1741677637589074750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1741677637589074750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1741677637589074750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/05/stretched.html' title=':: stretched ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-973749029479174684</id><published>2008-04-28T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:11:51.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: on these things ::</title><content type='html'>On music,&lt;br /&gt;...i had the itch of Kasey Chambers, "Am I Not Pretty Enough?" in my head all day. Thanks, Sookie, for making the itch disappear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On AFW2851's test,&lt;br /&gt;...it went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;. I'm convinced that MCQs just ain't my thing, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On MGW3401's poster presentation,&lt;br /&gt;...crap. Crashed and burned in that one. *laughs* I still think it's a waste of time. Isn't it ironic how a class of 20 gets reduced to 6 on poster presentation days? =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On preparing my message for OA,&lt;br /&gt;...Lord, talk to me. I don't want to be dependent on me and speak of words that are not from You. There's no power in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thinking of assignments due,&lt;br /&gt;...i promise i will finish them all before OA. I have to. *groans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thinking of food,&lt;br /&gt;...mocha mud pie. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the movies i've watched,&lt;br /&gt;...i think it's about time for another chick flick. Or at least something with Tom Hanks in it. Forbidden Kingdom, is not what it claims to be. Be warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;...i was wishing that my wishes were what God wished, and if my wishes were not what God wished, i wished that i could wish that my wishes would go away, but the wishes were still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On You,&lt;br /&gt;...help me fight the good fight. I don't just wanna lift roofs. I want to lift the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i should try harder. Why do you see right through me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hates ze feeling of being invizible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-973749029479174684?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/973749029479174684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=973749029479174684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/973749029479174684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/973749029479174684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-these-things.html' title=':: on these things ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1044685889867428073</id><published>2008-04-27T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:44:02.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: long weekend ::</title><content type='html'>It's been a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loo...oooooong&lt;/span&gt; weekend. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i realised, this is *normal*. This is what i do every week. And this is what God has called me to do for this season. How can i ask for anything more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God pours His favor upon me so much that i seriously can't complain. Favor with lecturers. Favor with musicians, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Favor with different ones that i just can't explain la. It's really all Him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me today how i handle everything... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God's grace.&lt;/span&gt; Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i can only pray that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you'll&lt;/span&gt; understand someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Ellie's got an AFW2851 test AND a poster presentation tomorrow. Both of which are undone. Whoop-dee-doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for her. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1044685889867428073?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1044685889867428073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1044685889867428073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1044685889867428073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1044685889867428073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-weekend.html' title=':: long weekend ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-7869746244496353022</id><published>2008-04-26T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:43:42.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: ponderings ::</title><content type='html'>I had a really interesting day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for breakfast with Addy and Krystle this morning. Curry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chee cheong fun&lt;/span&gt;. Yum. It's been ages, babes :) After breakfast, Addy and i sat in her car talking about a multitude of things. Lols. Our conversation spanned across many areas...future career paths, my pending &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orang asli&lt;/span&gt; (OA) trip, our non-existent love lives, our views on religion and heck, even politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since i last had such an *adult* conversation. Serious stuff ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the areas we spent talking bout most is of course, the *ideal* boyfriend. Girls &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;. And we're of that age where hormones are racing and all that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyways, we both discovered...that we're not looking for boyfriends. Lol. If our track record is anything to go by...i think we're looking for husbands. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's interesting to note, both of us have just not found what we're looking for. And might i safely say, not even close. It's not high expectations. It's not jual-mahal-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever that is. It's not even that we look forward to being spinsters at the end of the day. It's just the plain simple fact that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we've not found what we're looking for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what's so difficult to understand that a girl at our age, has never had a relationship before. Tell you what, Addy, we've got something to be proud of. Market share &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tinggi&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand by my ideal that i'd like my first boyfriend to be my last. And i believe that true love waits. He's worth the wait, me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, *i* am worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have kissed honey lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Felt the healing fingertips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It burned like a fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This burning desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have spoke with the tongues of angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have held the hand of a devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was warm in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was cold as a stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-7869746244496353022?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/7869746244496353022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=7869746244496353022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7869746244496353022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7869746244496353022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/04/ponderings.html' title=':: ponderings ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-2173700825943206608</id><published>2008-04-23T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:56:09.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: two kinds ::</title><content type='html'>I spent the entire day at home today. I've not done that in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i-don't-know-how-long&lt;/span&gt;. Am amazed of the fact. Which is prolly why when mom said i can't go play badminton at 9pm, i didn't put up a fight. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet nights are lovely. When it is spent wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it how God refreshes and instills newfound passion into the things that we do. Sometimes we get into the motions and forget the reason why we do stuff. Sometimes we burn out and do stuff on a need-to-know basis. I'm reminded that it's not the way to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not when He came to give life and life more abundantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="body"&gt;There are two kinds of people : those who say to God, "Thy will be done," and those to whom God says, "All right, then, have it your way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- C.S.Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May i never be the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-2173700825943206608?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/2173700825943206608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=2173700825943206608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2173700825943206608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2173700825943206608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-kinds.html' title=':: two kinds ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1345876924580144071</id><published>2008-04-23T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:39:56.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: superman ::</title><content type='html'>I simply love "Superman" by Mia Palencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in one of my modes right now. The one where i start thinking of when *my* Superman would come. Random, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh. A lot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;? *frowns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1345876924580144071?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1345876924580144071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1345876924580144071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1345876924580144071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1345876924580144071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/04/superman.html' title=':: superman ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-4132460710199384221</id><published>2008-04-19T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:30:48.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: blast from the past ::</title><content type='html'>Talking about my journey with someone reminded me of this. Thought i'd put it up for keepsake. Even if the writing is so very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is me, i wonder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be that girl you see who's self-esteem was so low, she looked to her friends so often that she was dependent on them for confidence. I was that short and fat be-spectacled girl, who never got the same attention as the other girls in school. I was that girl, who tried her best in school, but was always being compared to the smarter ones. The girl who sat in the middle, cause being in front meant she had to answer questions and she didn't have the guts to, and being in the back, meant she couldn't see the blackboard. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was that girl who couldn't decide on what she wanted. I was that girl who was always uncertain, and fearful of things she couldn't understand. I was that girl who fell in love only to have those feelings unreturned. That girl whose heart you broke because she wasn't the one you wanted her to be. I was that girl who pretended she knew what she wanted in life, how to get it, and where she'd be ten years from now. But in reality, one who floated in the air, going wherever the wind took her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not that girl anymore. Or at least, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not lost or uncertain. Cause i've found myself in Him that made me. I may not know where i'd be ten years from now, but i know that i'm made the way He has thought me to be and He's written my story even before i was born. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; in Christ. And having that precious thought with me, i walked with it. I run. And one day, i shall fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like you in many ways :) I still have two eyes, two ears, one nose and mouth. I am, however, new in Christ. He changes me to be more like Him every single day. And i humble myself before Him knowing that i need those changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why, you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we need to change at some point. The world needs changes and i'd like to see them. What better way to start than to change myself first :) *plays Michael Jackson's "Man In The Mirror"* I need to be just a lil' bit different that i may change those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And everything that's new has bravely surfaced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teaching us to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And what was frozen through is newly purposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turning all things green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So it is with You, and how You make me new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With every season's change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so it will be as You are recreating me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer autumn winter spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-4132460710199384221?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/4132460710199384221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=4132460710199384221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4132460710199384221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4132460710199384221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/04/blast-from-past.html' title=':: blast from the past ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-3258577541172910635</id><published>2008-04-13T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:56:53.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: relief ::</title><content type='html'>I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil, go away. You have no hold on me, in Jesus' name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, refresh and pour out Your new annointing. Break my heart for what breaks Yours. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready. Let's go :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-3258577541172910635?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/3258577541172910635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=3258577541172910635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3258577541172910635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3258577541172910635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/04/relief.html' title=':: relief ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-6243435744698685675</id><published>2008-04-12T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:06:18.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: the 81st post ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm sick. And i'm emo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;What you gonna do about that, huh?! *glares at nobody* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DREAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I believe there’s a man in a secret lair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;With bottles piled up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I believe they call him the Dream Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He might send you a nice one tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I want to meet with him face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cause I’d like to strike a deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I’ll sign all of my dreams away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In exchange for something real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cause what you see is what you get and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;All is as it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I want to love him all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If only in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I believe there’s a woman in a quiet cave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As old and wise as the Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I believe they call her the Oracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She knows every death and every birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I want to meet with her face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cause I’d like to ask her how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I can be with him all of my days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My thens and all my nows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cause what you see is what you get and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;All is as it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I want to love him all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If only in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Please, Mr Dream maker, take what you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Please, Mrs Oracle, I think you know how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I believe there’s a someone for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And a soul in every song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I believe there’s a hole inside my heart the size of you each time you’re gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I want to be with you all my days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So why not strike a deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I’ll give you all I have in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We’ll make love something real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cause what you see is what you get and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;All is as it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I want to love him all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If only in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But if you decide to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know just what that means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know I’ll love you all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If only in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- Mia Palencia-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I just want some real sleep. With nice dreams. Mr Dream-Maker, care to ask for a wee bit of magic beams from your friend, Mr Sandman? Tell him to bring me a dream and I'll give you a penny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;P/S : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mia Palencia is performing for UFO @ 5pm on the 27th April 2008.&lt;/span&gt; You've got to be there :) Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-6243435744698685675?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/6243435744698685675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=6243435744698685675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6243435744698685675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6243435744698685675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/04/81st-post.html' title=':: the 81st post ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-4504474579796065819</id><published>2008-04-12T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T01:40:55.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: what i wouldn't give ::</title><content type='html'>....to stop blowing my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoopid flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful with what you wish for, it may just come true. =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-4504474579796065819?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/4504474579796065819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=4504474579796065819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4504474579796065819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4504474579796065819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-i-wouldnt-give.html' title=':: what i wouldn&apos;t give ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-8613928911474278185</id><published>2008-04-08T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:59:42.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: dum dee dum ::</title><content type='html'>It's such a bee-you-ti-ful day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i read &lt;a href="http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/12/gratitude.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm even more happy coz that totally describes how i feel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if that moment was SO last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Plus, AFW3841's major assignment has been postponed to the 16th of May!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-8613928911474278185?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/8613928911474278185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=8613928911474278185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8613928911474278185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8613928911474278185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/04/dum-dee-dum.html' title=':: dum dee dum ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-5246768980824985816</id><published>2008-04-07T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:19:32.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: days like these ::</title><content type='html'>Slow day, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time between meeting and finally leaving is...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes called falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;-Lisa Loeb's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falling In Love&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make my peace with days like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting i read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”&lt;br /&gt;-Neil Gaiman-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-5246768980824985816?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/5246768980824985816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=5246768980824985816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5246768980824985816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5246768980824985816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/04/days-like-these.html' title=':: days like these ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1518386278931274996</id><published>2008-04-07T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:12:34.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: slow fix ::</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wonder and ponder about how God works. He just works so differently that you can't help but do just that. And i sit and i think and i realise, i'm just a speck of nothing-ness who deserves nothing-ness and yet, He loves me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor's message today really got to me. About tiredness, not physically but in every other area. I've not been able to quiet myself down. Everything's just been so LOUD lately that it's so hard to catch what He's been trying to say to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reading my previous post alone, i can sense how restless i was. How i just wanted to take off and run away for a break. I really just want to be quiet. But i just can't. Not lately, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those things i wanna do...those are MY quick-fix's. Those are just temporary things that i *could* do to take my mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God doesn't grant them. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when i allow Him to work in my life as i *walk* with Him, and not run, He adds value to me. He allows me to go through challenges that i may learn how to overcome them. He just doesn't do things for OUR convenience. Or OUR wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder, maybe i'm just not cut out for all of these things i'm to take hold of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He reminds me again, it's not by my own strength that i do these things, it's by His grace that is sufficient for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self : God has a reason for every little while. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take Your time with me, Lord. Just don't give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1518386278931274996?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1518386278931274996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1518386278931274996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1518386278931274996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1518386278931274996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/04/slow-fix.html' title=':: slow fix ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-7296524661787129605</id><published>2008-04-05T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:31:09.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: to be or not to be ::</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling like Mei lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie is me from 10am to 10pm. Mei becomes me during all the times when i'm not with people. Or generally, after 10pm. Until i need to become a normal campus student again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my university years, i submitted my assignment late. By one day. It kinda sucks knowing that it *could* have been avoided. And i solemnly vowed in the beginning of the semester, that i'll never do such a thing. And yet. Lols. I fail myself sometimes. But it felt very much like something Mei would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I'm not sad. Just a little bit miffed. But not overly depressed as i thought i would be. God knows how *badly* that piece of work was anyway. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brought me to another thought - I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm becoming more and more like Mei lately. Someone who is less afraid of things. More willing to adapt to changes. The one who's learning to say NO. Ellie always says yes to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell if i like the changes. Obviously, this is Ellie speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do like harbouring thoughts such as these :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Running around in the rain, singing "Kiss The Rain" at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Dancing under streetlights in the middle of the night, observing shadows that are being cast down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Going to a bar and people-watch. Wondering why so many campus students would wanna waste their lives with spirits. (heehee, cool pun no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Driving late nights with Lite FM accompanying me with its lovely smooth lounge and jazzy selections. The urge to just take off and drive to somewhere far far away is so strong, i have to pinch myself to convince myself that it's NOT a very Ellie thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. Wanting so bad to go to a beach again. Watch the sunset, and sink my toes into soft warm sand. It'll be so sweet to go to Phuket again. It was lovely sleeping on the beach and diving into lagoons where the depth was unknown and its contents were unknown too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, just driving up to Genting for a one-day trip to spoil myself silly on the SpaceShot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness : It'll be nice if someone bought me cotton candy too. I wonder how toffee apples taste like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i realised one thing, i can't do these things alone.  I miss having someone to cater to my every whim and fancy. Okay, maybe not cater. But to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teman&lt;/span&gt; me fulfill every whim and fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; coming home? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i should be asking, will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; ever come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self : What you don't have or have never done, you can't possibly miss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-7296524661787129605?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/7296524661787129605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=7296524661787129605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7296524661787129605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7296524661787129605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title=':: to be or not to be ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1398264349638610809</id><published>2008-04-02T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T01:31:26.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: the big 2-1 ::</title><content type='html'>Hey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the girl i've known for 14 years and still counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one whom i shared books, CDs and toys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who told me that skirts are not so bad after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who enlightened me that you CAN be girly...without being bimbo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one whom i share the same frequency...wavelengths...whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who can finish my sentences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who shares my McFlurry cravings...for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one i watch "My Fair Lady" with and not be bored. Even after the millionth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one whose only difference with me is that i EAT and LOVE chocolates... (you weirdo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who knows my taste in boys :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one who knows what my dream wedding would be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one whom i made a pact with, "friendship over relationships". Every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one whom i can hang on the phone with for hours. No matter which country you're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one i know i can call and rant to, no matter how long we've not spoken to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one i know i can expect surprises, and yet not be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who amazes me with her zest for life and the craziness it entails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one i believe, has everything she's ever wanted..and more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who believes in ME, whenever i've failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one whom i'd like to call...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my bestest friend&lt;/span&gt;. By age. By thoughts. By love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/R_Jv1mcpIMI/AAAAAAAAANA/NfBeQnR6-ac/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/R_Jv1mcpIMI/AAAAAAAAANA/NfBeQnR6-ac/s320/P1010015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184329087701295298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 21st birthday, sweetie. &lt;/span&gt;May *my* best friend in the heavens be with you even as i'm not on your special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your guardian angel :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1398264349638610809?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1398264349638610809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1398264349638610809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1398264349638610809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1398264349638610809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-2-1.html' title=':: the big 2-1 ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/R_Jv1mcpIMI/AAAAAAAAANA/NfBeQnR6-ac/s72-c/P1010015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-2979998809841858235</id><published>2008-03-30T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:05:55.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: so nice ::</title><content type='html'>One of my favourite songs. Randomly heard it and fell in love with it again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;That would be very nice&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love me right&lt;br /&gt;That would be very nice&lt;br /&gt;Someone to understand&lt;br /&gt;Each little dream in me&lt;br /&gt;Someone to take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And be a team with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice, life would be so nice&lt;br /&gt;If one day I'd find&lt;br /&gt;Someone who would take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And samba through life with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to cling to me&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;Someone to sing to me&lt;br /&gt;Some little samba song&lt;br /&gt;Someone to take my heart&lt;br /&gt;And give his heart to me&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's ready to&lt;br /&gt;Give love a start with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that would be so nice &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see you and me, that would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Chester Choo. Hope you enjoyed your surprise! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/R-52VWcpIJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sNbKL1oS75k/s1600-h/P1010724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/R-52VWcpIJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sNbKL1oS75k/s320/P1010724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183210330325065874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the many old fogies turning 22 this year. May we all grow old together. *cheers*&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/4296272998952495452-2979998809841858235?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/2979998809841858235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=2979998809841858235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2979998809841858235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2979998809841858235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-nice.html' title=':: so nice ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/R-52VWcpIJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sNbKL1oS75k/s72-c/P1010724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-6337126404084241642</id><published>2008-03-23T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:13:04.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: thank you ::</title><content type='html'>*beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy i could cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunflowers, a cute mug, a CD full of awesome songs. Thank you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, family and friends witnessing me taking this step of faith of getting baptised, amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big huge thank you to all who came :) You guys played a huge role just by being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have asked for more. I thank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; most :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-6337126404084241642?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/6337126404084241642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=6337126404084241642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6337126404084241642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6337126404084241642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you.html' title=':: thank you ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-4271032075414249716</id><published>2008-03-23T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T02:09:44.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: it's time ::</title><content type='html'>I never thought this day would come so soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i know now, compared to what i knew 3 years ago, on this very same day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace, before Truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Purpose, before Persecution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Compassion, before Conviction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drawing, before Discipleship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will, before Work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love, before Law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mercy, before Sacrifice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."&lt;/span&gt; - John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Christian. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i am not ashamed.&lt;/span&gt; This is my public declaration of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessed Easter, everyone :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-4271032075414249716?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/4271032075414249716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=4271032075414249716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4271032075414249716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4271032075414249716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-time.html' title=':: it&apos;s time ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1988179980780442341</id><published>2008-03-17T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:34:44.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: he loved and so he gaved ::</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve the many things You've done for me. I don't deserve Your love, Your mercies, Your blessings and most of all, Your grace. And yet, You gave it all to me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank You, Lord, for just, giving me this one gift that i've been wanting the past 2 years. I'll be 3 years old in You as Good Friday comes. I thank You that You're still working and so evident in my life. I thank You that You're gonna use me as a testimony. I thank You that You're just so good. I thank You that You're my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank You for the freedom and peace of getting baptised this Easter. I thank You for even changing the hearts of my parents and allowing them to come. Lord, this is something i had not imagine could happen but it IS happening. Only You can open doors such as these. And Lord, i trust You enough to know that You won't let them close on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to honour You, God. With all i am, with all i have. Cause i know You'll honour me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my desire, to honour You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, with all my heart, i worship You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All i have within me, i give You praise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All that i adore, is in You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, i give You my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I give You my soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live for You alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every breath that i take,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every moment i'm awake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, have Your way in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There is one body and one spirit-just as you were called to one hope when you were called-one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and one Father of all, who is over all and through all and IN all." &lt;/span&gt;- Ephesians 4:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends (and sisters!) who are running the same race and undergoing the same journey, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain."&lt;/span&gt; - 1 Corinthians 15:57-58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand firm too :) My labor has not been in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1988179980780442341?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1988179980780442341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1988179980780442341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1988179980780442341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1988179980780442341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-loved-and-so-he-gaved.html' title=':: he loved and so he gaved ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-5583921436777783115</id><published>2008-03-10T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:36:44.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: much to learn ::</title><content type='html'>I have much to learn. Jesus is saying to me what He said to His disciples : "There is much that i could say to you, but the burden would be too great for you now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's saying, "I need to teach you to long for something better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite lines from Elisabeth Elliot :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How long, Lord, must i wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never mind, child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how do i know that i've been eating more vegetables than i had before? (because i'm Daniel-fasting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poop is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-5583921436777783115?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/5583921436777783115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=5583921436777783115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5583921436777783115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5583921436777783115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/03/much-to-learn.html' title=':: much to learn ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-3948269635985400193</id><published>2008-03-04T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:14:29.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: thoughts to mull over ::</title><content type='html'>I picked up a book today by Paulo Coelho which i will buy. Soon la. Books are so expensive nowadays ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“I think that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we wind up attracting even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we're alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You drown not by falling into a river, but by staying submerged in it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-3948269635985400193?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/3948269635985400193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=3948269635985400193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3948269635985400193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3948269635985400193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/03/thoughts-to-mull-over.html' title=':: thoughts to mull over ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-2160882717786881417</id><published>2008-03-04T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:03:30.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: it might be you ::</title><content type='html'>Been having this song in my head ever since i heard it on Lite Fm after SUCH a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I likey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, I've been passing time watching trains go by&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the sand watching seabirds fly&lt;br /&gt;Wishing there could be someone&lt;br /&gt;Waiting home for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;It's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back as lovers go walking past&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how they met and what makes it last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I found the place would I recognize the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;It's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many quiet walks to take&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams to wake and there's so much love to make&lt;br /&gt;I think we’re gonna need some time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all we need is time&lt;br /&gt;And it's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saving love songs and lullabies&lt;br /&gt;And there's so much more&lt;br /&gt;No one's ever heard before&lt;br /&gt;Something's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's telling me it must be you and&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling it'll just be you&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you I've been waiting for all of my life&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's you Maybe it's you I've been waiting for all of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i would recognise the face :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-2160882717786881417?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/2160882717786881417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=2160882717786881417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2160882717786881417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2160882717786881417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-might-be-you.html' title=':: it might be you ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-4939614987719654919</id><published>2008-03-04T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:15:49.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: stuffed ::</title><content type='html'>Like, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.Am.Stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of all things, i am stuffed with dragon fruit and ciku. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Leen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All da best in HK. You'll love it there, i'm sure :) Wait for me before you go to Disneyland ok? *hugs* Talk soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ellie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very amusing time today. Tiring, but extremely amusing. From not understanding anything in Lending Decisions to driving around KL with a talkative companion to meeting my SS15 core team to a vegetarian dinner and stuffing myself with fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps. My job for today is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-4939614987719654919?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/4939614987719654919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=4939614987719654919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4939614987719654919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4939614987719654919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/03/stuffed.html' title=':: stuffed ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-8003029102953846664</id><published>2008-02-29T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:05:14.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: freedom ::</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah! Sing with me, peoples!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally call my life my own again :D&lt;br /&gt;Just joking. It's never been mine. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, yes yes? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! I've FINALLY graduated from GE's Graduate Leadership Program (GLP)! Yay yay! So HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people can really tell the difference between me as a YWA and me as a campus student. I think i prefer the campus-student me :D Feel younger. And i'm turning into a hyperactive bunny again! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.Love.School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that GE was such a bad place to work in, it was actually really cool. In fact, i couldn't have asked for more in terms of the experience and the exposure that i received. I'm just glad i was only there as an intern for now and not as a permanent worker. I can tell you that i'm SO not prepared for working life yet. Oh wells :) Everything in it's time yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a LOT of fun at LUCT's CF launch, meeting with Leen and CY, taking my huddle girls out for dinner and movie. Yeah, life's definitely back on track now :) Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random note : Step Up 2 is SO COOL. Like, i really wish i can dance now :S *jiggles for abit and plops down with a sigh* BUT IT'S STILL SO COOL. Go watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-8003029102953846664?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/8003029102953846664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=8003029102953846664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8003029102953846664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8003029102953846664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/02/freedom.html' title=':: freedom ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-149498190153601333</id><published>2008-02-23T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:42:53.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: overwhelmed still ::</title><content type='html'>I'm trying so hard not to just give up and quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked 3 months plus, i've given all i can, been late to huddles, been exhausted physically and mentally, had to endure horrendous KTM rides, forgo-ed lunch AND dinner countless of times. And. I feel like crying wayyyyy too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day in GE has been postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i need You. In this, and that other matter of wanting to be dumped into a pool. Gently, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drat economic regions. I want to stay in a cave. Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-149498190153601333?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/149498190153601333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=149498190153601333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/149498190153601333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/149498190153601333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/02/overwhelmed-still.html' title=':: overwhelmed still ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1723145319591618466</id><published>2008-02-17T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:56:27.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: rough days ::</title><content type='html'>Man, i hates it when i feels weak. And clueless. And just unsure of everything. Couldn't stop crying during worship. So sakit hati. Eeesh. But God, i'm sure You know its tiring. It's annoying and aggravating and just discouraging all at once. And there's only so much i can take at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. "...this beating heart is set apart for You." Beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the words to this song by KT Tunstall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to put myself away&lt;br /&gt;Seek out a little silence&lt;br /&gt;Close the doors and sit a while&lt;br /&gt;Walk a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I put my words away&lt;br /&gt;The flow slows&lt;br /&gt;See this pen in a stream&lt;br /&gt;Picking it up is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the shape of it.&lt;br /&gt;Jump in.&lt;br /&gt;Swallow it whole.&lt;br /&gt;Jump in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know my way around&lt;br /&gt;Possibly there's something that I found&lt;br /&gt;Holding on for finding solid ground&lt;br /&gt;Someday soon.&lt;br /&gt;Someday soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn myself into the grass&lt;br /&gt;And I'll grow&lt;br /&gt;Take this space above my head&lt;br /&gt;And live a little, little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wear my feathered headress&lt;br /&gt;Like an indian chief.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna stretch out both my arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna test the temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the taste of it.&lt;br /&gt;Jump in.&lt;br /&gt;Swallow it whole.&lt;br /&gt;Jump in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know my around (even though)&lt;br /&gt;Possibly there's something that I found (possibly I, possibly I)&lt;br /&gt;Holding on for finding solid ground (ohh..)&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know my way around (even though)&lt;br /&gt;Possibly there's something newI found (possibly I, possibly I)&lt;br /&gt;Holding on for finding solid ground (ohh..)&lt;br /&gt;Someday soon.&lt;br /&gt;Someday soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe walk a little&lt;br /&gt;Someday soon.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms. I never noticed you before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1723145319591618466?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1723145319591618466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1723145319591618466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1723145319591618466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1723145319591618466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/02/rough-days.html' title=':: rough days ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-2927761501397746393</id><published>2008-02-17T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T00:30:29.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: people change ::</title><content type='html'>I dunno if it's because you've moved ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or i'm standing still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i need You. Here's me, putting all my trust, hope, faith and strength, into believing that You'll come through for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i need, what i want and what i feel. Help me to not be distracted, aggravated and disappointed by the littlest of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*setting my eyes higher* I'm so glad Your ways are higher than mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-2927761501397746393?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/2927761501397746393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=2927761501397746393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2927761501397746393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2927761501397746393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/02/people-change.html' title=':: people change ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-910814341409487982</id><published>2008-02-14T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:00:05.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: overwhelmed ::</title><content type='html'>I.am.so.tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got a silly phone reminder saying i have an assignment due tmr which just btw, i'm only a quarter way through. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much work, too little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i don't enjoy it, it's just that there's not enough of me to go around. In work, in family, in church, in friends...even 5 Ellie's wouldn't be sufficient, me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is what it feels like to be a young working adult eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is what it feels like to be alone on Valentine's too. *laughs* The first year in 4 years that i'm not sending someone off in the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *almost* feel sorry for myself but i'm pretty sure God's got THE one for me somewhere out there. I thank Him at the very least for making me idealistic. Since i've never had a boyfriend before, i'm glad i can do things RIGHT (should i plan to). I'm glad i can do it the Acts-way (should i want to). I'm glad that when the time comes, my future boyfriend will be my future husband. It'll be so cool to hit the jackpot right away, yes yes? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Your strength for the next 6 days in GE. May i leave with a job offer that i can glorify Your name with. (and THEN, gloat about) Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-910814341409487982?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/910814341409487982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=910814341409487982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/910814341409487982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/910814341409487982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/02/overwhelmed.html' title=':: overwhelmed ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-4179979121558450346</id><published>2008-02-04T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:34:28.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: baby steps ::</title><content type='html'>...slowly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me time. I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what He has promised." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hebrews 10:36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-4179979121558450346?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/4179979121558450346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=4179979121558450346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4179979121558450346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4179979121558450346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-steps.html' title=':: baby steps ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-3521548085270557362</id><published>2008-02-02T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:02:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Updates ::</title><content type='html'>Yes, i'm a very boring person. So boring that the title on my latest post is "Updates". Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, just so that you guys know that i'm alive and so that i know i actually still am sparing time to blog, i'm gonna post. Whoopeedoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. I had 9 hours of sleep for each of the past 2 days, thanks to a bee-you-ti-ful day called Federal Territory Day.  I love FT Day. *chants* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2.  I finally cut my hair. And guess what? I had it highlighted too. Hee. Yes, Shi Wei, i did it. After all my stands of never-ever-wanting-to-dye-my-hair-coz-everyone's-already-done-it-and-i'm-going-to-stay-original, yes, i've highlighted my hair. I have bronzy streaks now, btw. *grin* Pictures to be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. My camera mati, thus, no pictures of new highlights yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. I went shopping!! Like, *really* shopped. For like, CLOTHES. *bimbotic grin* I got a skirt (haha!) and 2 tops. All from Promod. And half of my pay is gone. *sad-faced* But it was worth it right?? Right, Trace? Right, Cindy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. I'm beginning to think that peep-toe shoes are not so aunty-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. I got to eat my favourite cheese-baked prawns in Overseas Restaurant today. *beams happily* I'm actually allergic to prawns but they're just so irresistibly tasty. So if you see me with rashes tomorrow, you'll know why. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. I'm actually missing Switchfoot tonight. Hrms. And i had like 3 tickets offered to me. I think i made the right decision on staying home tonight tho. God knows when i'll get s'more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;-times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. My program in GE ends in exactly 2o days. Wow. Time *really* flies. And that's counting weekends. *eye widens*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. The KTM so disgusts me. I've become like Michelle and started carrying hand sanitizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. I've got a new habit. I pick at frays. Of my jeans, of my tops, of my bags, of table cloths, etc. Hehehe :) Not proud of it, but i've been wondering why the frays of my jeans are so bad and then i realised, it was because of me. *dush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin* I treasure my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;-times. Selfish, but nevertheless, needed at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANE LOKE IS FINALLY HOME! :D &lt;/span&gt;Welcome home, dearie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-3521548085270557362?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/3521548085270557362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=3521548085270557362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3521548085270557362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3521548085270557362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/02/updates.html' title=':: Updates ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-8182611370600922566</id><published>2008-01-27T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:24:21.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: grace under pressure ::</title><content type='html'>Aiseh. I've got so much more to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what Ps Helen Monk shared is SO true. Courage IS grace under pressure. Sometimes you don't know how to react to certain things, but if you just lift the situation/circumstance to God, He'll turn it around for Your benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things work together for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; of those who love Him and are called to His purpose. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romans 8:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i miss you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Faster come back. *sings Colbie Caillat song* Then, stay a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-8182611370600922566?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/8182611370600922566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=8182611370600922566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8182611370600922566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8182611370600922566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/01/grace-under-pressure.html' title=':: grace under pressure ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-8336798766828001905</id><published>2008-01-26T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:47:23.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: growls ::</title><content type='html'>*ugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-8336798766828001905?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/8336798766828001905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=8336798766828001905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8336798766828001905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8336798766828001905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/01/growls.html' title=':: growls ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-4611986151053733311</id><published>2008-01-24T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:59:59.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: uncertain ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm scared to hope. How weird is that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My thoughts are all over the place and it comes down to one thing. Surrender. I need You, Lord, to clear my mind. To purify and to unclutter the mess in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Not easy yah..to bring every thought that exalts itself above God into captivity. Nyehs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lord, discipline my mind and give me the discipline of time that i may understand the discipline of work and overcome the discipline of my feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-4611986151053733311?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/4611986151053733311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=4611986151053733311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4611986151053733311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4611986151053733311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/01/uncertain.html' title=':: uncertain ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-5635685824997347433</id><published>2008-01-19T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:48:45.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: slow down ::</title><content type='html'>I need time to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please don't say you're disappointed in me. It hurts more than you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence, or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 51:10-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, You will not despise." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 51:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat-for He grants sleep to those he loves." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 127:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and i will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew 11:28-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary; and His understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary, and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar like wings of eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isaiah 40:28-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, "Do not fear"; I will help you." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isaiah 41:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, i know You are with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-5635685824997347433?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/5635685824997347433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=5635685824997347433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5635685824997347433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5635685824997347433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/01/slow-down.html' title=':: slow down ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-2886404309422707471</id><published>2008-01-10T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:09:50.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: don't lose your joy ::</title><content type='html'>Heard a really good message by Joel Osteen on not losing your joy, no matter what circumstances you're in. No matter who aggravates you. No matter which fool decides your soft toys should be on the floor rather than on your bed. Don't give them the time of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait for others to change. WE need to change.&lt;br /&gt;Respond. Not react. *preaches to self*&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna quit letting you upset me. Sigh, maybe why i'm not happy is cause i'm constantly giving my joy away. I'm keeping it now. *holds joy tightly with both fists*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, direct my steps.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it starts in my toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And i crinkle my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just take your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wherever you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uh-oh. *smiles thoughtfully* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-2886404309422707471?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/2886404309422707471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=2886404309422707471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2886404309422707471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2886404309422707471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-lose-your-joy.html' title=':: don&apos;t lose your joy ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-4100472976634125854</id><published>2008-01-01T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:15:06.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: a brand new year ::</title><content type='html'>Gawsh, 2008 is here already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying time flies is gonna be so cliched but really, time FLIES. I still remember what i did on the first day of 2007 and wow. *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, i do a mini "bridget-jones-diary" entry to just keep a rough check on what i've done throughout the year. A good time to reflect and just really think of how much you've added value into your life by that one extra year. Was it spent wisely? Did you lose your days to the Bermuda triangle? Did you live during that year that has just passed you by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i live in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed i did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some of the things i was proud of doing this year...(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Leading worship in CC.&lt;br /&gt;#2. Being part of the campus camp committee.&lt;br /&gt;#3. Getting selected to intern at GE.&lt;br /&gt;#4. Leading huddle in homes.&lt;br /&gt;#5. Making countless of new friends.&lt;br /&gt;#6. Caring for a group of GREAT girls.&lt;br /&gt;#7. Being part of different committees for different events.&lt;br /&gt;#8. Stepping out of my comfort zone to do things i've never done before, like chairing a CC service.&lt;br /&gt;#9. Understanding once and for all, that things will almost ALWAYS, never go my way.&lt;br /&gt;#10. Making allowances for the faults of others and my own in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, i make the same resolutions. And throughout the year, i would've failed one or two of them. This year, i pray that i'll follow one simple rule : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honor God and help men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to ask for God to stretch me cause He has and will continue to do so for as long as i live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to worry about things that well, i shouldn't worry about NOW, because as i make decisions based on His word, with His house as my priority, everything else in my life, be it family, friends, work and studies, i KNOW it will all fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i learnt most this year was : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If i don't speak up or be bold about my stands, an opportunity to make a difference would just pass me by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was brilliant. And it's going to be even more brilliant now in 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Happy new year, everyone. May you guys fulfill what God has intended for you this coming year with all passion, perseverance and boldness. Amen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And just for the sake of it, i WILL lose weight.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will NOT keep a pigsty for a room. I will increase my quota of vege-eating. I will read 2 books a month. I will wear the skirts that i've bought. I will not take people that i care about for granted. Oh, and did i say i was gonna lose weight? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S : And i say this all the time, "....i'm always gonna be just a little bit fat." - Bridget Jones&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/4296272998952495452-4100472976634125854?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/4100472976634125854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=4100472976634125854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4100472976634125854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4100472976634125854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2008/01/brand-new-year.html' title=':: a brand new year ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-5549305194575911545</id><published>2007-12-25T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:47:26.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: so much more ::</title><content type='html'>Wow, Christmas has come and it's *almost* gone. How fast time flies eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past 2 weeks have been incredibly tiring, but fulfilling. It's so cool to see the efforts that the church put in collectively to see people being blessed through our play (The Tailor-Made Man) well, being done effectively! Am really happy to know that people have been impacted even through the play and i thank God for the lives that are changed even thru the words that were spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see the video of our play!! *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's been a month now at GE! And it's been great :) I'm really enjoying myself, despite the work, which at the moment, is focused on research! Why, coz we get occasional perks like, having lunch at &lt;em&gt;Le Meridien&lt;/em&gt;! Woohoo! That was a lot of fun coz i had sushi! And on-the-spot tortillini with bacon, drenched in cream sauce plus teppanyaki ice cream for dessert. Hahah. Reminded me of Jason's chicken salad theory. God knows :D &lt;em&gt;"Seek first His kingdom and righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot more to share, really, but it's only a matter of how i want to do it. Hehe. And it might get a *bit* too emo for my liking if i share now SO, i shall just leave with a wish for a blessed Christmas to all dear friends (ie. YOU!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have a blessed year ahead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 2008, here i come!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-5549305194575911545?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/5549305194575911545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=5549305194575911545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5549305194575911545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5549305194575911545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-much-more.html' title=':: so much more ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-7106464411790746560</id><published>2007-12-10T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:14:16.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: all we are is Yours ::</title><content type='html'>These past few days have been very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from a refreshing, tried-to-tan-but-tak-cukup, awesome holiday in Phuket. Would love to tell you guys more about my trip but i think it's best you ask me personally :) If not i type sampai besok pun tak habis. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share about my personal hour-of-powers today. Where it's just me and Him. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been talking to my leaders, preparing myself for the work ahead. I get worried sometimes. I get worried on whether if i can cope with balancing things. God helped me manage my studies and church my last sem. And i believe that He will help me manage my internship and the beginning of new things for CC next year. I'm so excited. Wary, nervous but nevertheless, excited. I dread to think about the first 2 months of CC that i won't be around for physically, but i pray that i'm making the right choice. God, may You cause the ones that i pray for to rise up and step up to Your purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told God my worries and i learnt from Paul today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And now, compelled by the Spirit, I am going to Jerusalem, not knowing what will happen to me there. I only know that in every city the Holy Spirit wards me that prison and hardships are facing me. However, i consider my life worth nothing to me, if only i may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me---the task of testifying to the gospel of God's grace." &lt;em&gt;Acts 20:22-24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's so brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jerusalem is before me. And i have to say, i've experienced a few Jerusalem's. Packaged in different ways. But this is the first time, that i feel something big is gonna happen. (not undermining the previous breakthroughs) But this is gonna be even bigger than the ones before. Have you ever felt that tingly, butterfly-ish excitement of knowing something good is gonna come your way...but you know you have to prepare for that good thing to come? Knowing that there are things to do to *accomodate* that good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that way now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count my life worth nothing, if i don't finish the race that You have set me to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength and grace, Lord. We need You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I* need You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i don't even get my own worries cause if i make decisions based on the House, i should trust that everything else will fall into place. It has been, for as long as i can remember. And yet, after seeing and tasting that the Lord is good, i still have to remind myself that *knowing* it isn't enough until i share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, taste and see. God's got some delightful stuff up His sleeves for you. You need to ask, and He'll give it to you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-7106464411790746560?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/7106464411790746560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=7106464411790746560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7106464411790746560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7106464411790746560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-we-are-is-yours.html' title=':: all we are is Yours ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1387441509470957866</id><published>2007-12-01T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T01:14:12.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: gratitude ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then that one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one's heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun---which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands of years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One knows it then for a moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries. Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far-off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in some one's eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Secret Garden&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was beautiful. It describes the mornings that i've been longing for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been praying since the day my exams ended, that i only wanted to pass my units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results came out today and God answered my prayer :) I can move on to the next semester. There really is not much i can do. Even thanking Him profusely isn't enough. How do you thank someone who does above and beyond what you imagined or hoped for? Prayer works. I can't stress that enough. And God keeps His promises. He said He will honor those who honor Him. He said to trust Him and lean not on my own understanding. He told me to acknowledge Him in all that i do and He will direct my paths. He knows what He's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have distinctions this time around, but considering the circumstances of having 4 papers in the span of 3 days, what with AYA awards smacked right in between...all glory is given to God for my results. No one else. It's definitely not me. And i'm just so glad i serve a miracle-working God. Like someone once shared during prayer service, "God is still into miracles". And this is a miracle for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at GE has been going great. Work is challenging but i'm learning. It's my 10th day there today and what i've done so far has been amazing. How often do you have the exposure of sitting next to CEO's and MD's and conversing with people who are handling the Nusajaya development even though i only started getting acquainted with the project on my first day of work. Lols. GE offers me that. And i can only imagine the better things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the only bad thing about working is the travelling. I can officially say that i hate the KTM. Public transport will be the death of me, what with me being stuck in the Ellie-sphere. I have half a mind to drive to KL once i figure the way to drive into KL and not get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, i can say that today was a really good day. 5.30am with God, got to work 20 minutes early, checked my results and had amazing burden being lifted off, having my perspectives changed on how i should treat my internship and generally knowing what i can and should do, getting to meet new people, growing tired but tired with a purpose, spending time with great people, and to round it off, i have a week of family-time ahead of me in Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sun, sea and sand, come on, baby, hold my hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all's well with the rest of the world :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1387441509470957866?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1387441509470957866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1387441509470957866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1387441509470957866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1387441509470957866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/12/gratitude.html' title=':: gratitude ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-8875421509848883970</id><published>2007-11-19T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:08:35.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: first day ::</title><content type='html'>Had another awesome 6am this morning. God spoke to me about certain things, whether or not i'm making the right decision on interning in GE rather than be part of CC in its crucial months. Hehehehe. But i believe that He's placing me there for a reason, for a purpose that i pray will come to pass soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will let you guys know of the coming testimonies! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an email this morning that sort of confirmed what i prayed about this morning. God works in amazing ways. And He's hi-tech too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith is the ability to NOT panic." If you worry, you didn't pray. If you prayed, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine. *preaches to self* Off i go on my first day as an intern! Pray with me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-8875421509848883970?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/8875421509848883970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=8875421509848883970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8875421509848883970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8875421509848883970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-day.html' title=':: first day ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-6014595268679316664</id><published>2007-11-17T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T23:26:19.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: rest ::</title><content type='html'>"My burden is light, my yoke is easy." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is inevitable. That's what i found out. Especially when things don't go the way it was planned, or the way you want it to, at the time you want it to, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that planning for Unplugged. I had an awesome team, i did. But like i said, stress was inevitable. There were so many what if's and hows, and "oh-man's". But during prayer BEFORE the event, i sat in a corner of the sound room and prayed. I surrendered and submitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I upholded. This wasn't my event. It was His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid the deco would look funny, it being so random. But i loved it in the end coz we're campus students, dood. Random IS us. To the deco team, and everyone else who helped out, you guys poured in your time and strength. Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid the performances were too last minute. They were all great. I appreciated every single performer. Famous or not. "You guys made my day." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid the food wouldn't be finished or too messy to be eaten. They were gone in 15 minutes. All i had was one piece of creamy mushroom bruschetta. *laughs* To the hospitality team, you guys outdone yourselves. Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid the program wouldn't flow. Staying up doing a clear running list with Tracy till 2am, and continuing to pray over it after, was interesting. Especially when i was up and about at 7am to prepare to worship-lead in Segi College. Last minute changes with changing performances, MC's getting carried away, (you guys get my drift), but everything fell into place. We were only 15 minutes behind time. Quite an achievement for me, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid of people leaving when Ps Kenneth went up. I was even more afraid when he said he was gonna speak on trusting God. The unexpected-ness of it being so point-blank evangelical threw me off balance. But who am i to judge? God certainly had to deal with me being so faith&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;less &lt;/span&gt;when it comes to His work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust in the Lord with ALL your heart, and lean not on YOUR own understanding; in all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 decisions were made for God last night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S.E.V.E.N.&lt;/span&gt; I had 7 pieces of vegetables to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of me being so afraid when God was in control was so laughable that during dinner (at 12-ish in the morning), i just had to smile to myself and give thanks to God. I didn't even mind the veggies that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to life. We were meant to live for so much more. I was meant to live for so much more. And i had to kick myself to sink the fact that everything went as well as it possibly could. All this, with a great team, leaders and God supporting me. Word of the day : "When things are overwhelming, the Lord is my support." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day resting at home. Deciding against Stardust. I took 2 hours to just sit and adore the God whom i serve, and would love to serve all the days of my life. I took the time just, "resting". Singing "Child" over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more...my friends, whom i dearly care about, got to see what i do. Why i may not have that much time to spend with them as of late. Thank you Adeline, Chester, ChoongYang, Justine and MelB, for sparing the time :) I hope you guys enjoyed yourselves, much. It was a great comfort just having you guys there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't doubt, Ellie. It gets you nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else is Lord, if not God? I trust You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a song to write :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-6014595268679316664?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/6014595268679316664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=6014595268679316664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6014595268679316664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6014595268679316664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/11/rest.html' title=':: rest ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-5572794994225297194</id><published>2007-11-12T08:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:06:28.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: running back to You ::</title><content type='html'>It's good to be alive, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my perspectives changed this morning. No longer will i be confused or conflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna practice in doing things right. And i know i'll get where i want to be someday. God helping me, i can and i will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep on running away from You&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on living this lie i'm in&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting it all go and i'm turning around&lt;br /&gt;I hear You calling me&lt;br /&gt;So i'm running back to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what with new perspectives, and refreshed minds and hearts, where IS my sunshiney mornings? Hrms. Lols!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-5572794994225297194?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/5572794994225297194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=5572794994225297194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5572794994225297194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5572794994225297194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/11/running-back-to-you.html' title=':: running back to You ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-6340292162208296568</id><published>2007-11-10T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T23:30:06.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: could i ask for more? ::</title><content type='html'>"It may be possible to do without dancing entirely. Instances have been known of young people passing many, many months successively, without being to any ball of any description, and no material injury to accrue either to body or mind; but when a beginning is made--when the felicities of rapid motion have once been, though slightly, felt--it must be a very heavy set that does not ask for more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt;, Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replace dancing with something you desire. Figuratively. You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; get used to not have something. But it takes a lot to not keep wanting what you do not have. Especially when you've had that particular something for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Thought, you're bothering me with things i shouldn't be bothered about. Focus, Ellie, focus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-6340292162208296568?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/6340292162208296568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=6340292162208296568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6340292162208296568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6340292162208296568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/11/could-i-ask-for-more.html' title=':: could i ask for more? ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-4414320344791443998</id><published>2007-11-08T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:43:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: why so emo ::</title><content type='html'>Hehehehehe. I'm not really emo. I've just been listening to emo songs. Like, early 80's-90's emo songs. Hmm. I actually wrote out a nice long entry and then, firefox had to crash. Boos. McFuji has a virus. Poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO bored. Like, seriously. Now that i don't have to study anymore till well, next Feb, i actually feel lost. Even the prospects of holding Unplugged doesn't make me *feel* busy. Nyehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to watch on TV. There's nothing to do at home but housework and learning how to cook. Again. I haven't done any movie-watching OR rock-climbing OR mamak-ing OR anything, really. I don't even have the mood to read my delicious collection of new books that i was looking forward to get started on. Note the "was" in that sentence. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you guys all up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having long conversations with someone. It seems that i've been deprived of entertaining conversations. And Justine's buggered off to Europe already. *sadface*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most spontaneous thing i've done in the past 3 days was to drive down to Bangsar with CY, Addy and Justine. We had nothing better to do. And i rarely go Bangsar. So they were doing me a favour. Note : it was my 2nd time in Bangsar. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when we arrived, we decided to have a drink at this bar/bistro place where a man came up to us to sell peacock feathers. Apparently, peacock feathers is very effective in scaring lizards away. *solemnly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bursts out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's the most spontaneous thing i've done in the past 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND Y'KNOW WHAT????? I haven't watched Stardust yet. And so many people has already!! *whine* The *old* people and the *young-er* people from Acts has already gone. Jeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I'll catch it one of these days. This is one random post. I obviously have no mood to blog either :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Deepavali, everyone. Have a murukku. *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-4414320344791443998?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/4414320344791443998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=4414320344791443998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4414320344791443998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4414320344791443998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-so-emo.html' title=':: why so emo ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1088353570643108038</id><published>2007-11-07T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T09:16:46.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: how to save a life ::</title><content type='html'>This song has been in my head for awhile since i heard it in ChoongYang's car 2 nights ago. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Fray-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of the days where you feel things should be so much better, but it isn't. Not really, anyway. And you realise you try so hard to make things right again, but it always seem to blow up in your face. I refuse to feel sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proverbs 10:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't overcrow me, Mr Thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1088353570643108038?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1088353570643108038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1088353570643108038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1088353570643108038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1088353570643108038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-save-life.html' title=':: how to save a life ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-7174843251106854429</id><published>2007-11-02T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:04:14.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: going on strong ::</title><content type='html'>Well, somewhat. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 down, 1 more to go. 2 of my papers were *okay-lah*, but treasury today was realllyyyyy bad. Wasn't surprised since i couldn't even finish studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to fail it. That's all i ask. In Jesus' name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, it's my 5th 6am morning! It felt good the past 4 days, but today was extra tiring for me. Shall sleep early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss bright sunny mornings. I've been thinking of them so often that i've started praying for them. Haven't seen them yet but i believe they'll come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those mornings, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind where if you were standing under a tree, the sun makes patches of gold where the leaves part. The ones where its bright enough, but not hot. The ones that just give you a a thrill and happy spasms. The ones that could *almost* convince you to live outside forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-7174843251106854429?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/7174843251106854429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=7174843251106854429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7174843251106854429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7174843251106854429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/11/going-on-strong.html' title=':: going on strong ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-7532941749635799864</id><published>2007-10-30T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:52:39.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: cabin fever ::</title><content type='html'>WAHHHHHHHHHHHH. 2 days of 6am mornings and 12am sleep, endless studying in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain-dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finance is...mind-boggling. Oopfh. And there's still so much HRM to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love a McFlurry right now. Oreo schmoreo. Mmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-7532941749635799864?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/7532941749635799864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=7532941749635799864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7532941749635799864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7532941749635799864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/10/cabin-fever.html' title=':: cabin fever ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-200312652791959123</id><published>2007-10-28T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T07:17:36.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: cracked pot ::</title><content type='html'>That's what i am, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill me afresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Job 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v2. Resentment kills a fool, and envy slays the simple.&lt;br /&gt;v6. For hardship does not spring from the soil, nor does trouble sprout from the ground.&lt;br /&gt;v7. Yet man is born to trouble as surely as sparks fly upward.&lt;br /&gt;v8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But if it were i, i would appeal to God; I would lay my cause before him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v9. He performs wonders that cannot fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank You, Lord, for Job 5, i claim it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I will take all things to You first, even if i'm tempted to scream my head off or be angry or be sarcastic or just be terribly sad and hurt, i will go to You before i go to men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Before i go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; kind of man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-200312652791959123?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/200312652791959123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=200312652791959123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/200312652791959123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/200312652791959123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/10/cracked-pot.html' title=':: cracked pot ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-578853309427497075</id><published>2007-10-26T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:02:00.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: sigh ::</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby's tyre pancit. Ellie's very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie got home late from huddle. Daddy's very angry. Ellie's grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Ellie's very angry. But Ellie is supposed to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie doesn't understand why Daddy doesn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie's tired of explaining herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie's just gonna study and immerse herself in the land of legal frameworks and yucky stock bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can You do something to un-ground Ellie, please? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ellie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-578853309427497075?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/578853309427497075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=578853309427497075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/578853309427497075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/578853309427497075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/10/sigh.html' title=':: sigh ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1292001725163479252</id><published>2007-10-24T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:38:59.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: waiting ::</title><content type='html'>Forgive...sounds &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Forget...i'm not sure i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They say...time heals &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't feel too "hot" even after apologising, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i've stopped waiting. It doesn't pay holding grudges. Make me get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrinkles&lt;/span&gt; only :D Not worth it. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unity at all cost!!! Forgive me, Lord for being distracted by rubble. Help me build your wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly...steady...here we go :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1292001725163479252?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1292001725163479252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1292001725163479252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1292001725163479252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1292001725163479252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/10/waiting.html' title=':: waiting ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-4988330590591479428</id><published>2007-10-23T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:55:01.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: elliest of ellie's ::</title><content type='html'>I always have the urge to read the Anne of Green Gables series during exams. I don't know why. Probably cause she studies real hard to achieve what she wants. Probably cause she dreams a lot. Like me. Even while she's studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt like i could relate to Anne. Gilbert Blythe called her the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annest of Anne's&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, that explains the title. Heehehehe. So random, ya? Lols. I guess i just love L.M.Montgomery's writing. She writes the funniest and yet biblically, related things. Just thought i'd share some thoughts that relate to her writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To do with new days :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it."&lt;/span&gt; Sufficient for today is it's own troubles, amen? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To do with exams : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am well in body but considerably rumpled up in spirit."&lt;/span&gt; Just checked my internal assessment marks for IM and HRM, did considerably well in class, but not good enough to fulfill my promise. Trying harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To do with life : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them, it's grand and great."&lt;/span&gt; Like Dave shared in SES last weekend, don't forget your dreams :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To do with love : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways;&lt;/span&gt; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perhaps...perhaps...love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship,&lt;/span&gt; as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath." &lt;/span&gt;This is my favourite among all L.M.Montgomery quotes. Maybe what i want, is not quite what i need. Only You know, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To do with me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm not a bit changed-not really. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm only just pruned down and branched out.&lt;/span&gt; The real me-back here-is just the same. It won't make a bit of a difference no matter where i go or how much i change outwardly; at heart i shall always be your little Ellie, who will love you and everyone else and dear Subang Jaya more and better every day of her life." &lt;/span&gt;So, i replaced Anne with Ellie :) big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm satisfied now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-4988330590591479428?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/4988330590591479428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=4988330590591479428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4988330590591479428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4988330590591479428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/10/elliest-of-ellies.html' title=':: elliest of ellie&apos;s ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-3994848873481551540</id><published>2007-10-22T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:20:45.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: of love and uncharitable speeches ::</title><content type='html'>I realised of late, i'm very easily angered. Every little thing that does not go my way irks me. Even if someone looks at me in a way or manner that i *think* is not right, i'd be angry at that too. Not to mention, what that particular person SAYS, it's even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really amazed by a person's capability to be patient. To love and just give without question. I've learnt a lot from my leaders and from the people that i'm leading. Some of them have such a genuine capability to love. Some say, "green girls are meant to mother." In other words, meant to love. Lately, i feel that i've been far from that. Don't know if it's because i'm PMS-ing or if i've just forgotten to ask God how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leader once told me, she found it so hard to love. It wasn't her nature to love just everyone and anyone. It wasn't her nature to give and give without question. For me, it's always been easy to love the lovable. But where's the challenge in that right? Anyway, that particular leader shared how when she needed to love, she prayed and asked God to give her that strength to love. On her own, she can't. With God, all things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't possible to love and give by your own strength. We need God to expand and stretch our capabilities to love. We need God to first fill us with His love, that we may have love to give others. Otherwise, we'd just be drained. Otherwise, we'd just be easily angered. And dissatisfied. And then, resentful. I can tell you that those are not very nice feelings :) It also leads to uncharitable speeches because dissatisfaction *has* to be voiced out one way or another. If not by words, it will be by actions. Something that God has revealed to me that i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been praying myself as to why i just feel constant annoyance towards people and what they do, and God says, "Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry, for man's anger does not bring about the righteous life that God desires." (James 1:19-20) He says, "Consider it pure joy, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance and perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything." (James 1:2-4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go back to basics and learn again that, "Love is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. It does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." (1 Corinthians 13:5-7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i forget that all i have to do is ask God. And He'll give it to me. Sometimes i forget that i'm still being moulded and changed for Him and by Him. Sometimes i forget that other people are probably going through things that i don't know about and i just assume they wanna rub me the wrong way on purpose. Sometimes i forget what it means to read His word and apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i'm just blissfully ignorant and forget what it means to love and give love without question. Without being loved in return. I have seen and experienced it. I guess it takes God to really show it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to those of you whose toes i've stepped on through my uncharitable speeches and actions, i pray that you'll forgive me. Love, after all, keeps no record of wrongs, yes? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if that doesn't work... "I'm pretty sorry with loads of java chips on top?" :( Coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we're doing it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Neil Gaiman-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-3994848873481551540?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/3994848873481551540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=3994848873481551540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3994848873481551540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3994848873481551540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/10/of-love-and-uncharitable-speeches.html' title=':: of love and uncharitable speeches ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-7093023721854436301</id><published>2007-10-20T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T12:29:45.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: you don't have to yell ::</title><content type='html'>Speaking to myself. Good song, this. "You Don't Have To Yell" by Chris Rice. Thanks, Mich :)&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-called reality&lt;br /&gt;Right there on my TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If that's how life's supposed to be, well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody's lyin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera's on and we can tell&lt;br /&gt;To keep your fame you have to yell&lt;br /&gt;Cause tensions build, and products sell, and&lt;br /&gt;We're all buyin'&lt;br /&gt;I hope we're smarter than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody take a breath&lt;br /&gt;Why are all your faces red&lt;br /&gt;We're missin' all the words you said&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to yell&lt;br /&gt;Draw your lines and choose your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause many things are worth the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But louder doesn't make you right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to yell, oh&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tuned in to hear the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want your point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If that's the best that you can do, then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something's missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And experts on whatever side&lt;br /&gt;You plug your ears, you scream your lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You claim to have an open mind, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody's listenin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think we're smarter than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If everyone will take the step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back away and count to ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clear your mind and start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We won't have to yell.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3R party went really well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-7093023721854436301?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/7093023721854436301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=7093023721854436301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7093023721854436301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7093023721854436301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-dont-have-to-yell.html' title=':: you don&apos;t have to yell ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-8145911517241131489</id><published>2007-10-19T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:36:51.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: i'm alive! ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the day that the Lord has made, and i will be glad and rejoice in it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like crap yesterday thanks to my no-good cramps (yes, it's THAT time of the month) but i can safely say that i'm healed now! Praise the Lord! Thank you CC peeps and Tracy for praying ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mornings. There's something about mornings and fresh new days that gets into my spirit and stirs me up! It feels good to be ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise His holy name.&lt;br /&gt;    Praise the Lord, O my soul; forget not all His benefits -&lt;br /&gt;Who forgives all your sins,&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and heals all your diseases&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and redeems your life from the pit,&lt;br /&gt;    and crowns you with love and compassion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who satisfies your desires with good things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 103:1-5) Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self : Be patient and stand firm, for the Lord's coming is near. Don't grumble against each other, brothers, or you will be judged! (James4:8-9) Ouch! Well, at least i know those who have persevered are considered blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie, don't be so stubborn. There are times that even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; can't control what you say or do. Let it go. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, break my pride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-8145911517241131489?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/8145911517241131489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=8145911517241131489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8145911517241131489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8145911517241131489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-alive.html' title=':: i&apos;m alive! ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1070567984688416905</id><published>2007-10-17T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:17:28.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: things you don't learn in school ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Neil Gaiman-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i in school again? Oh, yeah. Cause everyone says i have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1070567984688416905?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1070567984688416905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1070567984688416905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1070567984688416905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1070567984688416905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-you-dont-learn-in-school.html' title=':: things you don&apos;t learn in school ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-6641940384968178973</id><published>2007-10-17T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:11:25.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: how much is enough ::</title><content type='html'>It's not that i don't have time. Like i've said not too very long ago, i'm still getting the hang of managing it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i don't want to study. Like i've said not too very long ago, i've got a very short attention span. And there's only so much attention i can willingly spend on finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i'm fickle. Like i've said not too very long ago, i'm still getting the hang of knowing my own thoughts. Sometimes, when i finally do, it changes. Then i have to re-acquaint myself with it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i don't want to be there for you. Like i've said not too very long ago, i'm still learning how to respond to things that i've never experienced before. I don't have all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i want to disappoint you. Like i've said not too very long ago, i've committed myself to things that i find more worthwhile compared to the things that YOU think are worthwhile. Let me grow. You may be older, but i just may have caught on to something you've never even dreamed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i don't care for you anymore. Like i've said not too very long ago, we've just drifted apart. Love is such an obscure thing. And people change. Maybe we just have to learn how to be friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Events are cowards. They don't occur singly; but instead they run in packs and leap out at you all at once." - Neil Gaiman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-6641940384968178973?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/6641940384968178973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=6641940384968178973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6641940384968178973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6641940384968178973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-much-is-enough.html' title=':: how much is enough ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-7589877536814032306</id><published>2007-10-16T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:57:09.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: puzzling ::</title><content type='html'>You puzzle me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm puzzle-fied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no time for this. Go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good note : Ellie walked in the rain today. It was liberating. It's nice being notty once in a while. Ellie says she's not square. In fact, she's round. Very round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad note : Finals in 2 weeks. La di da.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-7589877536814032306?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/7589877536814032306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=7589877536814032306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7589877536814032306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7589877536814032306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/10/puzzling.html' title=':: puzzling ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-7287884237277097028</id><published>2007-10-15T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:37:26.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: just maybe ::</title><content type='html'>I actually don't feel like blogging all that much. But it's one of those afternoons that you reflect on (because the public declares it a holiday) and realise, that if you don't write it down (or type it) whichever your preference, something may just slip from your fingers. A memory, a thought, a dream, an idea...a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've been feeling really tired lately. It seems that no matter how often or how *long* i sleep, i still feel tired. I've been feeling rather dry too. It's hard to say what it is exactly but i guess, it happens when God wants to remind you what and why exactly you're doing what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so dry that i popped an MTG into my faithful lappie and spent a good 3 hours listening to 3 different messages. It was a good reminder. But it wasn't quite what i was looking for. Then came last Sunday. Ps Kenneth spoke really good messages in BOTH services, but it was the 2nd one that really got to me. It was what i needed. It was what that i know now, shall keep me *continuing* what i have been doing. Only perhaps, with a more clearer purpose. A clearer direction that i *am* indeed walking in the path that He's laid out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream or vision. Whatever you want to call it. It was such a long time ago. Beginning of 2006 i think. When i first started to actively serve in CampusCity. My previous leader, asked during one of our "power group" meetings, "Where do you see yourself in terms of serving, in the near future?"  During that time, i wasn't sold to the vision of Acts or CampusCity yet. I only went cause well, my leaders asked me to. But i began to like it. Just so you guys know, i started off with ushering first :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i prayed about it. Where did i see myself being in terms of serving in the near future (haha, i was even thinking of not serving at all), but God has different plans and He gave me this picture. I saw myself back-up singing (which is what my then leader was currently serving as) and i saw myself worship leading. At the time, i was thinking, "I can't do it. So scary. I can't sing in public, much less worship God in public." But i could feel within me then, that i really wanted to do it. That if i was given the opportunity, the know-how's and training of doing what she did, i could. And i told that leader that i saw myself doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what i'm doing now? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That particular leader of mine is no longer in CampusCity, moved on to what God has given her a picture to do. But i'm still here. Serving in CampusCity. Doing exactly what i told her i was going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dream that i've forgotten until last evening as Ps Kenneth preached. Just a few days before yesterday, i was questioning my role as worship coordinator and i was concerned. Spoke to my mentor and released my frustrations so to speak. I felt i wasn't doing a good job. I felt that i wasn't leading or inspiring my team as i should be. I felt...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inadequate.&lt;/span&gt; I felt i wasn't doing what i was called to do. I mean, a calling is supposed to be easy no? Especially if you're MEANT for that particular calling. And a few days ago, i wasn't sure if worship was mine. It didn't help when i wasn't seeing what *i* wanted to see in the team, in the service, in the whole thing. *Something* was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ps Kenneth said, "Don't wonder too much about what you're called to. GOD doesn't forget what He has called you to. He doesn't change His mind. Don't let the enemy rob you of a dream that you were meant to have. Don't lose that cutting edge in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i remembered that dream or vision He gave to me. I'm already living it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am i to give it up just because i felt dry? Or inadequate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am i to forget what God has called me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so admittedly, i can definitely do better than what i'm doing now. But sometimes when we keep doing and doing till we forget WHY we're doing what we do, we don't do it as well as we should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're supposed to. We're supposed to serve Him and CONTINUE serving Him. Steadfastly.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Galatians 6:9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *felt* that i wasn't making an impact. When in fact, i could. If i tried letting go of MY controls, if i let His Spirit flow through me and use me as He wishes. Instead of being the stubborn, chicken-shit i am. I could and i CAN make an impact. I may not have the greatest voice in the world, neither can i play any instruments (at the moment) but just maybe...i'm placed where in the position that i'm in for a reason that only He knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my dream(s) now. And i'm gonna claim everything that God has planned for me. He only has His best. Applies in every aspect too. I can only do what i do now, better :) And that's a comfort. I'm not gonna stop growing (not physically of course) and i'm gonna keep doing what i'm doing. Only better. With God helping me, i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just You and me again, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Some people may find it hard to believe, but just maybe...i am where i am because You want me to be :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-7287884237277097028?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/7287884237277097028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=7287884237277097028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7287884237277097028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7287884237277097028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-maybe.html' title=':: just maybe ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-3150389964249974477</id><published>2007-10-08T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T12:15:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: accepted in the beloved ::</title><content type='html'>It's a good reminder for everyone that we're loved. Whether or not, we're good. Or bad. We serve. Or don't. When we say the wrong things. Or right. We're still loved in His eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard for people to believe that they're loved then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt overwhelmed with God's love once again knowing that i'm not perfect. As much as i try, i can never be just that. Not even with my obsessive compulsive disorder. I've done a couple of things in the past that i'm not proud of. Like, really. And yet, He still loves me so. He still led me to Him after all that i've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feeling of knowing that although we've done some things that are not pleasing in His sight, it's with those same eyes that He sees us, for who we are. And loves us all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not believe that you're loved? Especially when He IS love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My beloved spoke, and said to me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rise up, my love, my fair one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And come away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Song of Songs 2:10&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There are some things that i don't question. God's love is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-3150389964249974477?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/3150389964249974477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=3150389964249974477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3150389964249974477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3150389964249974477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/10/accepted-in-beloved.html' title=':: accepted in the beloved ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-2382006833210277598</id><published>2007-10-03T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:58:01.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: making my peace ::</title><content type='html'>I had a very productive day. At least, i feel it has been productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long day of class. Met up with TimTam for lunch (after such a long time, ya, Tim?), so that was nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit lost in my finance classes today but that only spurred me on to start studying for finals already. Heh. Scared dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a list of 12 things to do yesterday. Out of which, i only completed one task. Today, at precisely 8.45pm, i made a list of 7 tasks and i completed 6. It just goes to prove that focus is good. And that i'm an obsessive compulsive freak who loves checking lists. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense satisfaction every time something gets crossed off my lists. It thrills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought : Yes, i'm good at some things. Like, spewing out emails and making new friends. But hopelessly retarded in others.  Like finance and techy stuff. Aren't we all? Hehehehehe. God's grace is sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On days like these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the rain won't fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the sky is so dry that even birds can't call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can feel your tears disappearing in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carried on the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On days like these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's years like these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That make a young man old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bend his back against the promises that life should hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They make him wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They can drive him to his knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing comes for free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On days like these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you can't reap what you don't sow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you can't plant in hollow ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So let us fill this empty earth with hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until the rains come down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In lives like these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where every moment counts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I add up all the things that I can live without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the one thing left is the blessing of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can make my peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With days like these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Janis Ian-Days Like These-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, i can definitely make my peace with days like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : After watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9gS2rXL8Nk"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wAktgCPWnU"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, not to mention &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=UKbBaVNGzik"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, i do believe my little monkee friend was right. Maternal instincts are surfacing. Darn. I think you guys should worry. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-2382006833210277598?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/2382006833210277598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=2382006833210277598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2382006833210277598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2382006833210277598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/10/making-my-peace.html' title=':: making my peace ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-8765281879831753089</id><published>2007-09-27T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T00:30:25.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: updates ::</title><content type='html'>Yes, i've gotten lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. I had an awesome birthday. Thank you, everyone, for just being awesome people who MADE my birthday awesome. From the "present for every year", to Smiggles, to chocolates that will last me months, to the java chip, to the impromptu curry-fish-head dinner, to the oversea phone calls, to the Nero Vivo's dinner, it's been amazing. You guys know who you are. Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. I got the internship at GE! Praise God! :) Will write more about this when i have more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. I handed up a really poor excuse for an assignment on Monday. It'll be by God's grace if i passed it. Almost regret for handing it in on time :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. I've undertaken tasks to last me all the way till Feb 2008. How brilliant. Lols :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. Semester is ending in less than a month. So *not* prepared for finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. I've got this itch in my heart. The more i scratch it, the more annoyed/confused i get. I'm growing indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. I played lanterns this year. In SS15 playground. My kampung Subang friends got to meet my kampung ACTS friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. I joined Facebook. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. Sookie and Leen says i'm fat. The weighing machine says i've lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. I hate feeling indifferent. I hate being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;treated&lt;/span&gt; indifferently too. I think i'll go watch a movie. Or read a book. Escapism is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itch. Itch. Itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kaki-gatal"&lt;/span&gt; gang. *sad face*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-8765281879831753089?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/8765281879831753089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=8765281879831753089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8765281879831753089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8765281879831753089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/09/updates.html' title=':: updates ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-3969812815425899856</id><published>2007-09-19T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T11:16:57.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: busy busy ::</title><content type='html'>Oh wow. I'm surviving the week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that, i'm OVERCOMING the week! *laughs* Two major assignment down, one more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : Ps Andy Yeoh and Jay Loh's Wedding. (Congratulations to the now, Mr and Mrs Andy Yeoh! Hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday : Full-day in church.&lt;br /&gt;Monday : MGW2430 Asgmt due.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday : GE interview.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday : Worship practice in CC.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday : CampusCity.&lt;br /&gt;Friday : AFW3651 Asgmt due and Huddle (cell group) in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : SALT.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday : Another full day in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's exciting isn't it?? Will blog more about my GE interview soon. Really thank God and all glory to Him for the fact that i was even shortlisted. My presentation was the pits but i received pretty good feedback! Even if i don't get the internship aka a place in the Graduate Leader's Program (GLP), it was a great experience to take home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed week, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a happy belated birthday to CHANG SOOK WAI! You're my girl ;) i KNOW you enjoyed yourself at Snow Patrol. Now have a great time doing everything else! *hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, i do believe is NICHOLAS KOK's birthday. Lols. Happy birthday, dude. Have a great one ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-3969812815425899856?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/3969812815425899856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=3969812815425899856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3969812815425899856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3969812815425899856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-busy.html' title=':: busy busy ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-7549545285553638511</id><published>2007-09-11T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T09:52:09.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: where's your string  ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's a bee-you-ti-ful morning. May not be as sunny as i would've liked it. But it's good enuf ;) Am all snugged up in the library, going to start studying for my financial management mid-semester test. Not looking forward to it but that doesn't mean i have to mope and rant about how Monash is evil. Heehheehhee. That'll only drive people away no? Life's good. And i feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuzzy&lt;/span&gt;. God loves me. So....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sings with Michael Buble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've got the world on a string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm sitting on a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Got that string around my finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What a world, what a life - I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've got a song that I sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I can make the rain go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Any time I move my finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lucky me, cant you see - I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life's a wonderful thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As long as I've got that string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'd be a silly so-and-so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I should ever let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've got the world on a string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm sitting on the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've got that string around my finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh, What a world, what a life - I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life's a wonderful thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As long as I hold the string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'd be a crazy so-and-so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I should ever let her go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've got the world on a string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm sitting on a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I got that string around my finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What a world, what a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh, what a world, what life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What a world, what life, cause I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(He's in love, he's in love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(Got the world on a string)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And what a wonderful thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(Alright)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you get the world on a string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(Uh huh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*grin* Have a great week ahead, everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-7549545285553638511?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/7549545285553638511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=7549545285553638511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7549545285553638511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7549545285553638511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=':: where&apos;s your string  ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-2626970173653792439</id><published>2007-09-11T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:30:28.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: a star-life ::</title><content type='html'>I am destined to live a life in view of God's perspective. But today, i found out how scared i really am to see things from His view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard Ps Judah's messages from Generation Church, Seattle so many times. But this is the first time he made me cry. If you only &lt;a href="http://generationchurch.org/audio"&gt;knew&lt;/a&gt; what i've heard, you'd know why i cried. &lt;a href="http://generationchurch.org/audio"&gt;"Point of View"&lt;/a&gt; is what you should be listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. Somewhere in my heart, i think just like him. I don't want to be like Abram complaining about how God didn't give him a son. But i want to be the Abram that God took outside of his tent and "look up to the heavens and count the stars". (Genesis 15:1-5) I want to truly know what it means to look at stars, each one representing a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in CampusCity and Acts Church for a reason. And i think, my perspective just changed. I don't know how. I don't know if i even dare to. But i sit and pray, that God, you show me how things are more than just what it seems. Lord, i thank You for what You've done. But there's so much more. Help me to look now, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want out of my tent too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-2626970173653792439?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/2626970173653792439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=2626970173653792439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2626970173653792439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2626970173653792439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/09/star-life.html' title=':: a star-life ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-8879219266747340746</id><published>2007-09-10T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:55:42.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: passing the time ::</title><content type='html'>Am sitting in the library, level 3, next to my big-big windows again. Group mates have left to their respective classes and lunch appointments, so i'm left with some "me-time". Bored and sleepy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to have my presentation over and done with. Once it's over, i've got my AFW2631 mid-sem test to study for, a 2500-word MGW2430 report to write, and another 2500-word AFW3651 report that just had to join in the fun! Whoop-dee-doo. Monash is sick, i tell you. I can't wait till the 1st of October for some time to *breathe*. Then again, 2 weeks after that, i'll be having finals. Oh gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do well. I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shi Wei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to wish you a very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's been years, babe. And as much as i get annoyed, irritated and just drained by you sometimes, i'm still very fond of you. You're still the little boy i call my best boy buddy. And the one i know is there when i need you :) This year's summer holidays might not have been the best for you and i know i didn't make that much effort to spend time with you due to my own busy-ness, but i have NOT forgotten your birthday :) Don't think i ever will. Lols. We September babies stick together, yes? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a great one. Don't be notty and don't do anything i wouldn't! ;) May you have an awesome 20th birthday. Cheer up and enjoy yourself ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a java chip on me. *hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-8879219266747340746?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/8879219266747340746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=8879219266747340746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8879219266747340746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8879219266747340746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/09/passing-time.html' title=':: passing the time ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-7244432044868985881</id><published>2007-09-04T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T02:07:51.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: high on coffee ::</title><content type='html'>Yeps, it's that time of the semester again. Been telling everyone how i'm *so* not looking forward to September. It's a horrible school month. And you guys know i don't drink coffee. Not much anyways. And what it does to me when i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why i'm still wide awake on a school night at *this* time. Time : 2.00am. Wooot! I still feel rather hyper. Lols. And i plan to head to school early to do my essay too. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got so many things due soon that it's scary. Am gonna type out what i have to do as a HUGE reminder :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1. AFW3651 mid-sem test this Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2. MGW2430 Assignment 1 due Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3. MW2430 Presentation next Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4. AFW2631 mid-sem test next Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, the tutorials and mini-homework that we have to do in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be an exciting two weeks! :D It's a good time to be praying and fasting. Hehehehhee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, Ellie, run! Dumdeedum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S :&lt;a href="http://62.128.138.159/petronasmerdeka50/vnew_1.html"&gt; Check this out.&lt;/a&gt; It's so good, i laughed till i cried. So typically malaysian lah. You have to watch ALL the adverts, by the way. You won't regret it! I promise :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SEPTEMBER already. BRING IT ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-7244432044868985881?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/7244432044868985881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=7244432044868985881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7244432044868985881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7244432044868985881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/09/high-on-coffee.html' title=':: high on coffee ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-4109401668039544373</id><published>2007-08-30T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:41:23.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: who wants to go to boston? ::</title><content type='html'>Yes, i'm feeling a bit emo. Again. It's a blessing that these emo moments don't happen like, everyday. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since i *am* feeling emo, might as well do something productive, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week has been crazy man. So many stuffs happened that i don't even know where to begin! So, i won't start. Lols. Some good, some not-so-good. Hrms. Half-thankful that it's the weekend already. Came one day earlier cause, as you ALL know (you smarty-pants peoples), it IS our national day in approximately hrm, 2 hours and 49 minutes. And guess where Ellie is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed right! She's at home!! Amazing huh???&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i'm pretty amazed too. Last year, i think i was counting down at Starbucks. And i *do* believe i spilled/splurted my caramel frapp over ChoongYang. Lols. Or was that new year's? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a year makes. (sings to the tune of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What a Difference A Day Makes"&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Renee Olstead&lt;/span&gt;) If a year continues to pass by *this* fast, i think i'll have to start wearing one of em' high-speed jet thingies to keep up and zoom ahead of Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I think I'll go to Boston...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start a new life,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,&lt;br /&gt;I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get a lover and fly 'em out to Spain...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go to Boston,&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm just tired&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;Boston...where no one knows my name..&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Boston by Augustana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, i'd like to run to Boston. Just for 5 minutes or so :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even as if my life is so bad that i'd like to run away. In fact, it's been great, really interesting (although the situation with parents could improve a teensy bit). But it's always tempting to want to run away anyhow...and just see what it's *like* to be in a new place, new environment. Where nobody, like, NO ONE, knows your name. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i won't stay home after all. I could always find some hobo's to countdown with. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Merdeka, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this goes out especially to all you overseas people who *should* be out celebrating with your mini malaysian groups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God bless Malaysia! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes, i quite meant that) *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/4296272998952495452-4109401668039544373?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/4109401668039544373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=4109401668039544373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4109401668039544373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4109401668039544373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-wants-to-go-to-boston.html' title=':: who wants to go to boston? ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-6665528229507363332</id><published>2007-08-29T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:30:56.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: slow and steady ::</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it's like to lose a father. I can't imagine it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condolences to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and your family. Manda dear, we're keeping you in prayer here at CC and ACTS. You amaze us with your strength and steadiness. Know that even if you lose your earthly father, your heavenly one is still watching over you. May His peace guard your heart and mind throughout this time. Soon, this will pass too. *hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you and your family. May your father rest in peace. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situations like these, it makes you wonder how fragile life really is. Let's not waste time and effort into things that are not eternal. God is eternal. The Lord gives and He takes away. It's scary not knowing the if's, the when's and the how's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i believe we're in good hands :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows what He's doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-6665528229507363332?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/6665528229507363332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=6665528229507363332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6665528229507363332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6665528229507363332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/slow-and-steady.html' title=':: slow and steady ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-7121075723080184976</id><published>2007-08-27T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:02:19.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: isaiah 40 ::</title><content type='html'>I felt led to this passage today during devotion this morning. Tis' true i felt discouraged, tis' true i was growing tired and weary. I had people asking me if was fine yesterday when i *felt* fine. Maybe my outward appearance shows more than i know. Hrm. But the worst of it all, tis' true that i feel like a survivor. Not an overcomer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God says, "Cry out!" And cry out i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are exciting times. I have no time to grow weary and tired. But if i do, the bible is where i should go to. In the daily bread yesterday, it says we need to "spiritually decompress". Such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;canggih&lt;/span&gt;-fying word. But nevertheless true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live in simplicity. Do less, but achieve more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Young men may stumble and fall, but those who hope in the Lord shall renew their strength. "&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a sign of weakness, when it's out of your control. To everything there is a reason, and a time for letting go. Things aren't always as they seem to be, sometimes life is something you can't see. It's more than meets the eye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-7121075723080184976?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/7121075723080184976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=7121075723080184976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7121075723080184976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7121075723080184976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/isaiah-40.html' title=':: isaiah 40 ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-2236047763820433089</id><published>2007-08-26T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:23:41.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: nothing is impossible ::</title><content type='html'>This weekend has certainly been interesting. Spent most of yesterday in church cause of SALT service which is Acts' Church Leader's Training and then, i stayed back for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teenacity Party : Freedom Fighters&lt;/span&gt; to help out :D It was good being mobilised although i was quite lost most of the time since there was nothing much for me to do. Lols. Felt weird sitting back and just *enjoying* the party :) But it's all good. Oh, and i got a toy soldier too. It says, "Enlisted at Teenacity Party." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole of TODAY in church. Quite literally. Studied a bit of Treasury Management in between services. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peoples, did u know Acts' Church has an evening service?&lt;/span&gt; You didn't? Now you do. Hehehhehe. It's from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5-7pm every Sunday.&lt;/span&gt; So if you tell me you can't wake up for church, this is the service you should be at ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really awesome. Our first service had 138 people. Most of which were Revolution Conference delegates. As for today, i think there were about 40 people. I *think*. It may be less, but it's still good :) Hope to see it grow to 300 by the end of the year. Have volunteered to serve there since i'm not allowed out on weeknights, so, i'm going to maximise my weekends in church :) Best part, i come home just in time for dinner :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents think i'm crazy for attending two services, but i really don't care anymore. What they have to say, just can't compare to the feeling of seeing people grow, seeing the opportunities of reaching out to people who don't know Christ. Yet. And no, i'm not rebelling. I just think, if i spent 5 days a week, staying at home to study and do miserable assignments, surely my weekends can be used to be a blessing to others? I need to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fed&lt;/span&gt; too, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i stay at home on a Sunday afternoon, all i do is sleep anyways. Heh.  Might as well study in church right right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a super long day. And i'm physically tired, naturally. Was thinking of starting my essay, but i think, i've done enough *work* for today. I'm gonna enjoy my sabbath. God did have one day of rest yes? I'll worry about tomorrow when tomorrow comes :) After all, His grace for me is sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking so much about this message i heard by Pastor Matt Fielder from PlanetUni, Melbourne. Which is like, how CampusCity is to Acts' Church &gt;&gt;&gt; PlanetUni is to PlanetShakers. He's a really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in-your-face&lt;/span&gt; speaker, judging from the message i heard. And he said something really beautiful in my mind. One that i think we can all learn, take to heart...and eventually, or immediately, practice ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was asked by a little girl, to her mom :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i face="georgia"&gt;If God is so big that the world couldn’t contain Him, if He’s so huge that you cant see the beginning or the end of Him, if God is so massive that planet earth is His footstool, and yet He lives inside of me, shouldn’t people see Him bursting out of me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm not the perfect example of a Christian. I don't know the Old Testament much. I can't say that i can tell you what verse is what or where at any time. I can't say that i don't curse or gossip or be slow to anger. I can't say i know how to *be* like Jesus either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i *can* say that by His grace, i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to change and be the best i can be, according to His word. And as He leads, i will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i guess, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt;, that maybe someday, people will follow me as i follow Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the week : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing is impossible.&lt;/span&gt; We can do all things through Christ who strengthens us, amen? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-2236047763820433089?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/2236047763820433089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=2236047763820433089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2236047763820433089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2236047763820433089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/nothing-is-impossible.html' title=':: nothing is impossible ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-2376123769972374984</id><published>2007-08-24T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:26:42.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Thought, who? ::</title><content type='html'>Okay, it sucks knowing that i've effectively shot myself in the foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fast my mood changes. Go away, Thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ."&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 2 Corinthians 10:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm catching you, Thought. You're cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A heart that's been buried in the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't break it if it's never found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I spent so much time digging that grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And even if it's pain that I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At least I know that it's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I�d rather be broken than afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can April hours spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Signs of life in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LifeHouse-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-2376123769972374984?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/2376123769972374984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=2376123769972374984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2376123769972374984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2376123769972374984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/thought-who.html' title=':: Thought, who? ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-4651367269106067427</id><published>2007-08-24T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:32:40.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: stardust ::</title><content type='html'>Stardust by Neil Gaiman is like one of my favourite fictions. I love his books. Some of them albeit too illustrative and dark, but nevertheless, interesting. I imagine a lot. Kinda weird, since i'm nearing twenty and technically, i should *not* be thinking of fairy tales and stuff. But sometimes, it's nice to daydream. And think of the stories in books you've read. The lands you've never been to. The people you've never met. (and no, i don't mean fantasy lands that u get high on okay *ahem*) Just simple daydreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, if you can meet a star. I was surfing for info on the Stardust movie (yes, it's being made into a movie), i noticed that they're not quite following the book, which is kinda sad cause the story is originally sweet. Then again, i'm no movie producer. Maybe the change will help boost box office sales (not likely). But i noticed this quote, which is *not* in the book, and i figured, just maybe, it could be worth the watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no fits. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just your heart, in exchange for mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think it is gonna be said by a star. Metaphorically, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-4651367269106067427?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/4651367269106067427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=4651367269106067427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4651367269106067427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/4651367269106067427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/stardust.html' title=':: stardust ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-7163736504509785260</id><published>2007-08-21T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:21:17.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: of blue skies and anti-socialites ::</title><content type='html'>I'm quite anti-social. Contrary to what others believe. I suppose i used to think that i can never survive alone. As in, i MUST have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kawans&lt;/span&gt; to be around me to keep sane (sometimes, its still true). But you know, since this semester started, i have been *very* anti-social. In wherever, really. Not just in school. It's weird huh. But i'm beginning to think that this phrase i heard from somewhere is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can still feel alone in a crowd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So emo right? LOL. But its true. There are just times that you really just wanna be alone and have some peace. I had *lots* of quiet moments today. Early in the morning cause i was 2 hours early for class, and during my one-hour break. Sat on a bench at my favourite spot in campus. In between block 6 and 9, level 4. Lols. So odd. Feels Harry Potter-ish wih his 9 and 3/4 station :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyways, i've been stealing away to my fav spot and reading my bible, or doing my homework and just being anti-social there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Once in a while, there'll be other anti-socialites to ber-anti-social with me. Hehehe. But knowing we're anti-socialites, we don't talk to each other either. We enjoy each other's *silent* company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, especially, i got to appreciate how blue the sky was. Cue for Strays Don't Sleep to play. And i was reading Psalm 139. And i just started talking to God. While looking up at the blue blue sky. It felt good. I bet He knew i was gonna do so :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know when i sit and when i rise; You perceive my thoughts from afar-Psalm 139:2. &lt;/span&gt;Spending quiet times at my fav spot is actually why i'm so happy today. Not laughable happy, but the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i-can-smile-without-feeling-like-a-hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; happy. It was just..peaceful. Something i lacked in the weekend. And He knows the times when we need to just chill and stay away from crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my moment today. And now, i'm ready to face the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to the someone who gave me the &lt;a href="http://www.gospeltruth.net/unashamed.htm"&gt;Fellowship of the Unashamed&lt;/a&gt; site. I choose to personally live by it as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still.&lt;/span&gt; My past is redeemed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my present makes sense&lt;/span&gt; and my future is secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I now live by presence, lean by faith, love by patience, lift by prayer and labor by power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be bought, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;compromised&lt;/span&gt;, deterred, lured away, turned back, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diluted&lt;/span&gt;, or delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go until Heaven returns, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give until i drop&lt;/span&gt;, preach until all know and work until He comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And when He comes to get His own, He will have no problems recognising me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought : People-watching is *not* stalking. It's good for those who actively imagine. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bina ayat&lt;/span&gt; question my 7-year-old-brother told me (his friend did this btw) :&lt;br /&gt;Word : Dipotong&lt;br /&gt;Ayat : Emak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dipotong&lt;/span&gt; oleh epal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word : Memotong&lt;br /&gt;Ayat : Epal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memotong&lt;/span&gt; emak dengan pisau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny la. Cracked me up crazy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-7163736504509785260?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/7163736504509785260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=7163736504509785260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7163736504509785260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7163736504509785260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/of-blue-skies-and-anti-socialites.html' title=':: of blue skies and anti-socialites ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-8228004622688552832</id><published>2007-08-18T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:42:13.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: what would you do ::</title><content type='html'>Got into an accident today. Hit a motorcyclist, on the way to the Revolution Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how my accidents occur when i'm on my way to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my voice. Crying, singing, cheering and squealing. In that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my courage. Wondering how to tell daddy-o how i got into an accident, sent the motorcyclist to the workshop, sent him to the clinic, went to church to drop my friends off, sent MY car to the workshop, go for the conference and contemplated not telling my parents at all since the car repair person did such a good job. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(A huge thank you to the few in my car that helped me keep a sane mind during the entire journey to all the above places)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conscience wouldn't shut up. It bugged me since i came home. I've never lied to my parents. Kept things from them, sure, but never lied. I told them i was a Christian 3 days after i accepted Christ into my life after all. I didn't lie about it and assumed an undercover Christian role. Why start now, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the outcome was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unfavourable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says He'll never leave me nor forsake me. That if my parents did, He'll take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do i feel so scared then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be a revolutionary like this??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like these, i really DO hate being a first-gen Christian. I always wondered what it'll be like, born into a Christian family who believed, loved and served the same good God. It's times like these that bring me down, and cause me to consider that perhaps, i really do spend too much time in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if you have something good, and you KNOW it's good, how can you let it go? If you've seen and tasted that God is good, how could you not be blessed? I don't know why i get into these scrapes, but Lord, You do. And i really hope, no Lord, i BEG, that You use this as some sort of example to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no way i'm going to suffer and die here if it's not gonna mean something to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Small sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when the people you live with don't understand why you do the things you do. And the worst part, they don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt; even when you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try &lt;/span&gt;to tell them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-8228004622688552832?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/8228004622688552832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=8228004622688552832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8228004622688552832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8228004622688552832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-would-you-do.html' title=':: what would you do ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-5708818279844586327</id><published>2007-08-17T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T14:35:16.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: showtime ::</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; tired. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; excited too. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; disliketh math. Worst, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; crave java chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; love huge windows. Am in Monash's library sitting at one of their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; huge tables next to windows that are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wayyyyy&lt;/span&gt; taller than me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uber&lt;/span&gt; rawks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uber uber&lt;/span&gt;. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolution Conference is ON tomorrow! Will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; busy till it's all over. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, toodles! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;P/S : Skype &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; annoying since yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-5708818279844586327?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/5708818279844586327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=5708818279844586327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5708818279844586327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5708818279844586327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/showtime.html' title=':: showtime ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-3380032734324262811</id><published>2007-08-15T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:53:35.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: broken ::</title><content type='html'>That's the title of the song that's been playing in my head over and over again. It's by Lifehouse, by the way. Their new album is not bad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts&lt;br /&gt;I am damaged at best, like You've already figured out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart that's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain is there is healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Your name I find meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm barely holdin' on to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still see Your reflection inside of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;with a broken heart that's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain is there is healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Your name I find meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm barely holdin' on to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm handin' on another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just to see what You will throw my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm hanging on to the words You say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You said that I will be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really shaken up by a few things that happened today. Things just didn't go my way and i guessed part of me wondered why not. Part of me asked, "Lord, why didn't You come through for me?" Some things are just easier said than done. I *will* pull through. It sucks feeling restricted in the things you want to do, despite knowing that this is only for a season. Like i said, easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen for a reason anyway. And maybe, just maybe, or actually, i KNOW, Lord, You've got better things in store for me. I'm hanging on to the words You say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;, Lord. Don't leave me stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He who heeds the word wisely will find good, and whoever trusts in the Lord, happy is he." &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proverbs 16:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in this case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...happy is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-3380032734324262811?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/3380032734324262811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=3380032734324262811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3380032734324262811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3380032734324262811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/broken_15.html' title=':: broken ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-5083203112863375029</id><published>2007-08-14T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:56:19.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: puzzled ::</title><content type='html'>It always turns out this way. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Always have, always will? *wrinkles nose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, tell me why i'm so puzzled even though i knew it was coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel disappointed and relieved at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puzzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Minor fall, major lift. You're all i need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-5083203112863375029?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/5083203112863375029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=5083203112863375029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5083203112863375029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5083203112863375029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/puzzled.html' title=':: puzzled ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-6768967073291589149</id><published>2007-08-12T08:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:31:54.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: oh priorities ::</title><content type='html'>Gonna be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; jonah today. (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i want to, no choice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wan&lt;/span&gt;. Woke up friggin' early at 6am this morning despite sleeping at 2am doing &lt;a href="http://intelligence-test.net/part1/?m=1"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do weird things in the wee hours of the morning. Hahaha. I'm officially a genius though :D With the help of Jason and Sookie. Argh. The brain itch. You guys should try it. Can come find me if cannot find answer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dy&lt;/span&gt;. Fun in a way. Tiringly annoying when you can't get it sometimes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15 men on a dead men's chest...yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't understand? Yeah, don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things coming along my way. Sometimes i wonder, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can ah can ah&lt;/span&gt;? In Jesus' name, CAN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our yearly ladies conference for the past 2 days. BLOOM Conference 2007, themed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Contagious!" &lt;/span&gt;It was great :) Had a lot of fun. Lols. Became a total bimbo by going for a makeup/grooming workshop and *learning* that there are a million things to do before you put on make up. A million things you do *while* you put on make up. And a million things you *should* do when you take it off. *laughs* Is it any wonder why i never bothered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn. *consoles self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was even *more* fun in the other workshop. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to be a domestic goddess. &lt;/span&gt;All right man. The art of rolling and using measuring tapes. :D Oh. Not forgetting, learning about undergarment fittings :D Practical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes yes. &lt;/span&gt;And the girlies got roses too! :D On contrary to what Eunice' thinks, i DO like flowers. Occasionally. I always thought they were unnecessary. But once in a while, they make nice surprises. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hint*&lt;/span&gt; Have always been a white lily than a rose fan though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I've got a cool picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/Rr5TmNJ6N9I/AAAAAAAAADg/0ZknWLOFNQ0/s1600-h/DSC_4659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/Rr5TmNJ6N9I/AAAAAAAAADg/0ZknWLOFNQ0/s320/DSC_4659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097603744061339602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come.For.The.Revolution.2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spread.the.word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://campuscityblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-6768967073291589149?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/6768967073291589149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=6768967073291589149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6768967073291589149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/6768967073291589149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-priorities.html' title=':: oh priorities ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/Rr5TmNJ6N9I/AAAAAAAAADg/0ZknWLOFNQ0/s72-c/DSC_4659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-8432043848015553829</id><published>2007-08-08T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:14:41.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: reunion 2007 pictures ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/Rrkl4dJ6NxI/AAAAAAAAACA/K5HYLWwO2dk/s1600-h/P1020825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/Rrkl4dJ6NxI/AAAAAAAAACA/K5HYLWwO2dk/s320/P1020825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096146105175521042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite shot with Addy dear. Admit it, i look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(mostly cause i don't look like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to post up some new pictures so that my blog doesn't look so boring. Am wondering how to put up the flooble chatterbox? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macam mane ah? Kawans, boleh tolong tak? &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/Rrkjw9J6NuI/AAAAAAAAABo/BwAi7INq5dc/s1600-h/P1020822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/Rrkjw9J6NuI/AAAAAAAAABo/BwAi7INq5dc/s320/P1020822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096143777303246562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie, Adelin and Ian Zing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_8LDXgpgWPFc/RrkjxNJ6NvI/AAAAAAAAABw/pRSgb0KuqHs/s1600-h/P1020830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/RrkjxNJ6NvI/AAAAAAAAABw/pRSgb0KuqHs/s320/P1020830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096143781598213874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A group pic of our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/RrkjxtJ6NwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xP86D0xPRzw/s1600-h/P1020842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/RrkjxtJ6NwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xP86D0xPRzw/s320/P1020842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096143790188148482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mwahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;In an electric blue dress. Retro or what? :D &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(taken in Pan-Pac toilet, i love mirrors!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4296272998952495452-8432043848015553829?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/8432043848015553829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=8432043848015553829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8432043848015553829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8432043848015553829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/reunion-2007-pictures.html' title=':: reunion 2007 pictures ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LDXgpgWPFc/Rrkl4dJ6NxI/AAAAAAAAACA/K5HYLWwO2dk/s72-c/P1020825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-5085700103114450447</id><published>2007-08-06T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:38:06.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: flyaways ::</title><content type='html'>Yeah, thoughts are flying everywhere. Kinda fun. It's like going on a joyride you don't wanna stop. Unless it's bad thoughts you're having. But i'm not. So its fun! :D Been thinking of perfect days...*happy spasms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been looking for this quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, Evan Almighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I likey. Makes sense no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finance homework to do. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blehs&lt;/span&gt;. Guess the joyride has to end sometime. Lols. *skips off happily*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-5085700103114450447?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/5085700103114450447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=5085700103114450447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5085700103114450447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5085700103114450447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/flyaways.html' title=':: flyaways ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1552033368929348996</id><published>2007-08-05T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:56:22.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: expecting ::</title><content type='html'>I don't know exactly what i'm expecting. I just feel really excited. It's fun being part of a team, championing a cause that's greater than ourselves and just knowing that God will work with and through us. Yeah, feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, in a nutshell, i expect God to help in making all things work for every plan we're going to carry out for both the conference and evening service. I expect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to reply my email and just tell me where we're at exactly. You can't deny that we've not spoken a word for 2 weeks now. I expect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to give me a break and just let me live my student life the way i want to live it. And that is, with no regrets. I expect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to not take me for granted. I expect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to call and say hello once in awhile, just to ask how i am. I expect acts of random kindness to be done by everyone. It's the only way to change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am i expecting too much? &lt;/span&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, physically, but so terribly excited. Lols. Are you guys coming for Revolution Conference? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You should&lt;/span&gt;. Our cause : Every student in Malaysia has the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; right&lt;/span&gt; to hear about the good news at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt;. I wished someone would've told me about God sooner in my life. But then, He knows the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whys&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whens&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hows&lt;/span&gt;. And i guess, in more than one ways, i can't ask for more than the life i'm already living now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, did you guys know that The Simpsons movie is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so...ooo&lt;/span&gt; stoopid? Funny, sure. But if i wasn't already stoopid, i'm like, retarded now. Lols. IQ minus 10 points. Bah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spider pig...spider pig...does whatever a spider pig does....&lt;/span&gt; Help. Lols. I still love Bart (and his selfish idiosyncrasies) and Lisa (and her saxophone skills plus passion for causes greater than herself) tho. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doodles&lt;/span&gt;. *slaps forehead* Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving for a java chip treat. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1552033368929348996?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1552033368929348996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1552033368929348996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1552033368929348996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1552033368929348996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/expecting.html' title=':: expecting ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-2893806163126739594</id><published>2007-08-02T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:27:01.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: learning to choose ::</title><content type='html'>The choices we make determines the paths we take. Whether or not it's aligned with God's will, the choice doesn't only lie with Him, but with us as well. Just got back from Leader's Summit on Tuesday. It was really awesome :) I don't have any pictures with me, but i certainly took a lot of memories and teachings back with me. I think every leader has something to share about what they caught from the leader's summit. I have my own too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of mine was learning to deal with my own fears and inadequacies. Of knowing that it's okay to go into something without knowing the basics. Without training. Despite doing it for months now, it still gets to me. And i guess i can safely say, that i'm *completely* over my inadequacies. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choosing&lt;/span&gt; to trust God to lead when the time comes :) I guess there's nothing more that He wants besides wanting us to lean on Him for strength and wisdom. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not by might, or power but by His spirit, yes? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i had to deal with was on dealing with my family. Getting involved with the Evening Service and well, basically, being a part of a movement to reach out to EVERY student in Malaysia and share the good news, well, i've known since the beginning that it's not just fun and games. It's gonna take commitment, hard work and most of all, giving the best that i can give out of all that i have. Which means, everything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. I had to deal with just how much was i willing to give. And not only that, i had this hypocritical side of me that said, "You can't even save your family and you wanna save every student in Malaysia? Please-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;." Like, ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my inadequacies. Insecurities. What-nots. Whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a lot out of me (losing sleep, etc), just having personal debates within myself. What with my being *grounded*, i was so very tempted to just let go...and haha, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backslide&lt;/span&gt; as a certain person been claiming i have. Been on a low profile not attending ACTStream and all, didn't think anyone'd notice. Aaaaanyways, i'm rambling. The last worship session at leader's summit kinda broke all these thoughts. And i literally, broke free from just wanting to hold back from doing what i knew was right to do, and just giving God all my insecurities. All you peoples who have something to say regarding what i've been doing, say-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care anymore. God has placed something in my heart to build Him a great big house. And a great big house is what He's gonna get. Or at least, i'll do the best i can with the girls He's entrusted me to build, and just run with that assurance. I'm a home-grown ACTS-ter and proud of it. Not even the devil can change that fact. And i'm going to reproduce. (not biologically, of course, not yet anyway :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my life, and all that i have to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my world, just inhabit all of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my dreams, make me assuredly Yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, i'm gonna trust Your timing. And that means not knowing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; You are going to do something. I surrender my family and current situation to You. You know. I can only wait. When i grow weary of waiting, or if i find myself disappointed or discouraged, i'm going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt; to trust You. I'm going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt; not to trust myself or be self-dependent. I'm going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt; to know that You will be faithful in every situation in my life, whatever they may be. Lord, i'm going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt; giving You all that i have to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank You for the leaders and wonderful friends You've placed in my life, supporting and encouraging me when i need it most. Sometimes, when they don't even know they're doing so. I know it's You, Lord, constantly reminding me that i'm not alone. There are brothers and sisters suffering alongside with me. And i thank You, most of all, for Your amazing love. Always steady and unchanging, firm beneath my feet. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Know that you're appreciated. Even if i don't say it to your face :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-2893806163126739594?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/2893806163126739594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=2893806163126739594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2893806163126739594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/2893806163126739594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/08/learning-to-choose.html' title=':: learning to choose ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-3455085090398394518</id><published>2007-07-26T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:15:40.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: breathing room ::</title><content type='html'>New season. New semester. New challenges. New tasks. New outlook. New everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping up to the next level of faith. And hopefully, not &lt;em&gt;fearing&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When fear increases, faith ceases."&lt;/strong&gt; Good quote by the BFG, that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely for me. I pray that i won't be too chicken to face up to the new things that are coming my way. The technically *new* situations that i've brought myself into. It's been exciting so far, and i trust it's gonna be even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read in an article by &lt;strong&gt;Dr John C. Maxwell&lt;/strong&gt; that we all need breathing rooms. About having margins in our lives that will give us breathing rooms so that when something goes wrong, as it surely will sooner or later-the problem isn't as bad as it seems. Margins that don't just apply to finances but time and relationships as well. I learnt a lot from that article. Short as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need margins. And breathing room. I need to know that if i work hard enough in building them into my life with time, effort and purpose, i can turn those margins into options which will give me a choice to live a more fulfilled and purposeful life. We can do anything in the world, if we want it badly enough and if we are willing to pay the price. Paying the price for the freedom we have yet to truly experience. Everything we do, &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; gonna cost us something. I'm just wondering, how prepared am &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; to pay the price? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how Dr Maxwell said that for people without margins, everything is hard and difficult and some things are impossible. For people &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; margins, however, things may be difficult, but &lt;strong&gt;nothing is impossible&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; things through Christ who strengthens me. I can answer questions through the wisdom He has given me. Act the way He's taught and asked me to act through His Word. By imitating my leaders even as they imitate Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many things to do, so little time. That's why we need margins to get a bit of room to breathe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : BenJi is a retarded hamster. I was asked to do this. And this doesn't make my thoughts before redundant :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-3455085090398394518?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/3455085090398394518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=3455085090398394518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3455085090398394518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/3455085090398394518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/07/breathing-room.html' title=':: breathing room ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-7435236158290945586</id><published>2007-07-14T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T13:29:51.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: reconstruction at work ::</title><content type='html'>So, due to the mistakes that i have made, the lack of preparation for *my* paper that i did not passed, lots of things have been taken away from me. Privileges that at this moment, i prolly don't deserve to receive. It sucks, yes. It hurts, yes. But the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. Maybe i'm not prepared to receive the privilleges now. I don't know. But i'm learning to trust God even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, it's LIFE Party today! Back to school! Yays. I'm gonna wear a knee-length skirt, collared white shirt, black tie (which i will rip off and replace with my SU Pengawas tie the moment i get the chance to) and tie my hair into not one, but TWO ponytails. Yays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose i should give thanks for the little joys that i *have* received. Hard, but life goes on. Reminder to self : Everyday is an important day, every second is a growth opportunity to deepen your character, demonstrate love or to depend on God. (Warren, 2002) "...And God is faithful. He will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, He will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it." -1 Corinthians 10:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tempt, test. I *think* i'm still standing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-7435236158290945586?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/7435236158290945586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=7435236158290945586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7435236158290945586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/7435236158290945586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/07/reconstruction-at-work.html' title=':: reconstruction at work ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-1901985362965827360</id><published>2007-07-13T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:44:33.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: reconstructing my world ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's been a crazy week, what with the Fido event and results coming out. Did horribly for finals. Half expected to fail one unit and whaddaya know,&lt;em&gt; i did&lt;/em&gt;. Can't blame anyone but myself really. It's funny how even though you half-expect it to happen, it still hurts crazy when it's made official. It's the first unit i've failed in uni and by God's grace and mercy, let it be the last. I cried until i had no more tears left to cry. I was just so scared on what to tell my parents. Was and am very afraid about whether i could still go to church, much more, SERVE in church, could i go for the Leader's Summit and just this afternoon, i was asked to go for OA trip next weekend. But thank God for His word, His assurance, most of all, His promises. He spoke through Psalm 40 and Romans 8. It really spoke into my life. It was no coincidence when my mentor and some friends prayed for me using words from these 2 passages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God has and always will be gracious to me.&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes i forget to look at the bigger picture. Have told my parents about results already. Things did *not* go as good as i hoped it to go, but like my mentor said, our &lt;em&gt;not-so-good&lt;/em&gt; may not be the same as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's not-so-good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Two sides of a coin, i guess. Which perspective do you want to have? A fleshly, entirely human one? &lt;em&gt;Or God's?&lt;/em&gt; I'm trying to look at the latter. Learning to look from the latter. Slowly discovering and hopefully, *am* walking in the ways He wants me to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Had so many things run through my mind about what i'm gonna do about my results, even considered changing courses. Or dropping my finance major. But i feel that God's put me into this place for a reason, this course and majors for a reason, and i'm gonna walk it through. It's easier of course to do all that i *thought* to do, but where's the breakthrough in that? He says in Romans 8:28, &lt;em&gt;"...all will work together for the good of those who love Him, and are called according to His purpose."&lt;/em&gt;So be it. I'll suck it in and pass every infuriating finance paper even if it kills me. And yes, that means, even to resit this horrible excel-formula-writing-on-paper paper that i've failed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dad said i had to stay home from Monday to Friday nights. Whatever church thing i wanna do has to be weekends only. &lt;em&gt;God's grace.&lt;/em&gt; I hate the idea of not being able to serve on ACTStream since practice is on every Thursday night, but if this is what it takes to earn my right back to going back to serving in church, so be it. I hate the idea of not being able to go for Prayer Service too, but if that's what i have to do, so be it. I can still serve in CampusCity, i hope. And who knows, maybe i'm suppose to focus on the evening service in church. Bigger picture, i don't see it yet...but it'll reveal itself. God's plans for me, only of peace and not of evil, to give me a future and a hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Romans 8:18, &lt;em&gt;"For i consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us."&lt;/em&gt; These persecutions or disturbances may come, be it through family or friends, or even the external environment, we can be hard-pressed on every side, but we will not be crushed. &lt;em&gt;He promised. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i claim it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pray with me, this hiatus from doing all that i've been doing has not made me love God less, instead it's taught me more about Him. But i dare say, it won't be long before i do all that i've been doing, if not &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, *again*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's brought me this far, i'm not gonna go backwards where He's not there.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I waited patiently for the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And He inclined His ear toward me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And heard my cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He also brought me up out of a horrible pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Out of the miry clay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And set my feet upon a rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And established my steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He has put a new song in my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Praise to our God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Many will see it and fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And will trust in the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(fast forward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let all those who seek You rejoice and be glad in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let such as love Your salvation say continually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"The Lord be magnified!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But i am poor and needy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yet the Lord thinks upon me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You are my help and my deliverer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do not delay, O my God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 40:1-3, 16-17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-1901985362965827360?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/1901985362965827360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=1901985362965827360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1901985362965827360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/1901985362965827360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/07/reconstructing-my-world.html' title=':: reconstructing my world ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-5251461745882628753</id><published>2007-06-28T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:09:24.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: won't you care? ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The giving up is the hardest part.&lt;/em&gt; Quoted from the song that's been playing on loop now, "Dreaming With A Broken Heart" by John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't you care? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, You know. You'll know what to do. With me. With &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. He knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steadfastness, that is holding on;&lt;br /&gt;patience, that is holding back;&lt;br /&gt;expectancy, that is holding the face up;&lt;br /&gt;obedience, that is holding one's self in readiness to go or do;&lt;br /&gt;listening, that is holding quiet and still so as to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long, Lord, must i wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never mind, child. Trust me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do. &lt;/strong&gt;Let that be enough :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-5251461745882628753?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/5251461745882628753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=5251461745882628753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5251461745882628753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/5251461745882628753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-miss.html' title=':: won&apos;t you care? ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296272998952495452.post-8824502874744864840</id><published>2007-06-27T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:18:11.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: running ::</title><content type='html'>Exams are over. What can i say? :D Been trying to be as *hyper* and *joyful* as i can. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to get my 8 hours of sleep but y'know what? I don't really care anymore. Not when my time is spent doing something more useful. More engaging. More...worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do all things without complaining and disputing, that you may become blameless and harmless, children of God without fault in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world, holding fast to the word of life, so that i may rejoice in the day of Christ that i have not run in vain or labored in vain."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- Philippians 2 : 14-16 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not run in vain. &lt;/strong&gt;Sowing that in my spirit :) All for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal devotion has been taken to another level. Early mornings have never been better. Worship has never been more personal. Praying has never been so fervent. I want to see what i've been seeing in my mind in the natural world. I want to believe and expect that all that i've been praying for will come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it my family coming to know You. Be it my friends who care but have yet to understand. Having my innermost desires to be fulfilled. I pray that it will *all* come to pass :) Cause Your promises ring true. They ring constant. They ring whether or not i press the bell. And it's getting rather exciting, waiting for that time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in due time, You say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have not been going as smoothly as i hope but i've managed. Tired, isn't quite the word. Frustrated wouldn't be the *done* thing to say. But God's grace has been sufficient for me. IS sufficient for me and i'm running. Praying i won't pancit anytime soon. Hehehehe. I don't feel like i'm *pancit-ing*. But "getting lost in my deep thoughts" have been happening too often for my liking. Hrm. I have nothing to worry about really, i'm just anal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading prayer, visioncasting and worship today was a challenge but it went really well, praise God! :D I emphasise that i'm NOT a water closet. Eeeeesh. WC stands for better things ok!! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CampusCity is gonna be awesome. Yet again. Why? Cause He is gonna be there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still excited for the things that are about to happen. It's so exciting that i'm scared and delirious at the same time. Scared to be too delirious maybe? &lt;em&gt;Ah, Lord, take my life, all that i have to give. Take my world, just inhabit all of it. Take my dreams, make me assuredly Yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this seems like a random verbiage. But, it feels good to know you're in good hands, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296272998952495452-8824502874744864840?l=elliechua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/feeds/8824502874744864840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296272998952495452&amp;postID=8824502874744864840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8824502874744864840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296272998952495452/posts/default/8824502874744864840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliechua.blogspot.com/2007/06/running.html' title=':: running ::'/><author><name>Ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796756840245448482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/born2smile/Picture64.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
