<?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-8084617</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:24:45.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mellimoo*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-4045817446649929680</id><published>2008-05-18T16:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:33:46.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello, I've moved to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mellimoo.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wordpress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Under the positive influence of my other half. HEHEHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-4045817446649929680?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4045817446649929680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4045817446649929680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-5636323664253609097</id><published>2008-05-16T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:32:35.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SC2myQmd4hI/AAAAAAAAAMo/83IKO5Lcv54/s1600-h/Snap0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200996527062770194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SC2myQmd4hI/AAAAAAAAAMo/83IKO5Lcv54/s320/Snap0233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heheheheheh! Guess why I posted this pictue? Besides them being my favourite people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so much easier without &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bay Bay ah, can you PLEASE cut your hair. Come my house there and cut la. Please please please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-5636323664253609097?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5636323664253609097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5636323664253609097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/heheheheheh-guess-why-i-posted-this.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SC2myQmd4hI/AAAAAAAAAMo/83IKO5Lcv54/s72-c/Snap0233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-6731479089707910741</id><published>2008-05-12T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:33:13.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God is not satisfied to just be a part of our lives. He wants to be more than just a CCA, activity, half an hour QT God, feeling, or just another friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to be your entire life. Your whole being. That if you were to sum up your life in 3 words, it would just be "God and me" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else can we find a God who is like Him, who desires to be exclusively ours? He is definitely, in hot pursuit of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King David calls God his Portion. I have always wondered what that meant. Thought about it, asked around. Then I realised. When we say, "Hey, that's my portion of the cake, etc.", we're saying it belongs to us. So when King David said God was his Portion, he was just simply saying God is his, that all of God belongs to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that means. . when God is my Portion, all of God belongs to me! To us! My heart pounds with excitement whenever I think about this. Imagine, the Creator of Heaven and Earth! The most wonderful, beautiful Being is for us! He offers all of Himself to us; well, afterall, He gave His One and Only Son for us (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life is nothing short of abundant when we meet Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-6731479089707910741?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6731479089707910741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6731479089707910741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-is-not-satisfied-to-just-be-part-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-6305252302128167129</id><published>2008-05-12T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:18:58.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;All I have now is an expression of Your grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without Your breath, I'd be nothing less than dust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Jesus, for everything You are doing in my life, whether I can see it or not. I know You are, because You said that in Your Word that You would complete the good work You began in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for reminding me that whatever is in my life right now, it is not too much for me to handle. You are in perfect control. So Lord, help me to be a good steward of my time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You that Daddy is nowhere near the area where the earthquake hit this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I was like ahh when my aunt called to tell me about the earthquake that hit China. I called my mum but she didn't pick up. I couldn't find the China calling card to call dad. I couldn't find my dad on msn, where is usually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts ran through my head while I was checking on the quake news. What if he got stuck somewhere and nobody could find him, what if he's gone? What if I couldn't see my dad for the one last time? There'd be no more daddy, there'd be no more msia family trips, there'd just be nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one question hit hard, and it was that, if, just &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; my dad was gone, &lt;strong&gt;would I still be able to praise God? Would I still love God?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my dad's fine. Nothing of what I imagined came to pass. I think I'd definitely treasure my daddy more, because it is God who determines when our lives should start and end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live my life in a way such that if, just if any trial/tragedy would happen, my answer to the hard question would be a straight yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-6305252302128167129?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6305252302128167129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6305252302128167129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-i-have-now-is-expression-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-4885626439638153433</id><published>2008-05-05T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:56:27.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just went through another fight with the killer named Stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not a killer. Stress is good only if it doesn't climb over me. But too much of killer stress is not good for me. Shoo to the unhealthy level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes weekends seems like a fantasy, like I'm zapped out of the A levels world. And then on sunday night, Stress promptly turns up at the door of my life (at approximately 9pm), knocks hard and tries to barge in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially after the weekend has been so wonderfully wonderful. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Melissa, please remember 1 Peter 5:7. God even sent Celine to remind you of this after He reminded you during quiet time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, stop ranting. I hope to post about my weekend soon after I get all the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-4885626439638153433?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4885626439638153433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4885626439638153433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-went-through-another-fight-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-3912255503878365201</id><published>2008-05-01T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:25:25.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SBirO_4TC4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/N7y88IOIO3g/s1600-h/olevelstudygrpapril08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195090444325948290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SBirO_4TC4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/N7y88IOIO3g/s400/olevelstudygrpapril08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I the first to post this!? Heheheh. &lt;strong&gt;Gracia,&lt;/strong&gt; where are you? :(&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Jayaprada&lt;/strong&gt; for the daisy! (: It's happily blooming away in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peipei!&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for making me less of a computer idiot. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-3912255503878365201?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3912255503878365201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3912255503878365201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-i-first-to-post-this-heheheh.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SBirO_4TC4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/N7y88IOIO3g/s72-c/olevelstudygrpapril08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-5506120157063945302</id><published>2008-04-27T20:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:25:39.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SBR9mv4TCzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PNMIwKziI6w/s1600-h/Snap0187edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193914374906121010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SBR9mv4TCzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PNMIwKziI6w/s320/Snap0187edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of my favourite people. Peipei! Cut the same fringe as us pretty pleasee. . hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SBR6gf4TCyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Hb9wZjfWorA/s1600-h/Snap0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193910968997055266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SBR6gf4TCyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Hb9wZjfWorA/s320/Snap0170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is 3 weeks late. Look at the Normal chengyu standing beside the Abnormal two. Hehehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SBR5A_4TCwI/AAAAAAAAALk/zEsvJLXJkZU/s1600-h/Snap0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193909328319548162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SBR5A_4TCwI/AAAAAAAAALk/zEsvJLXJkZU/s200/Snap0189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SBR5Bf4TCxI/AAAAAAAAALs/H54AwFZBytU/s1600-h/Snap0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193909336909482770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SBR5Bf4TCxI/AAAAAAAAALs/H54AwFZBytU/s200/Snap0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2 irritants snatching over a slurpee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my favourite people. Duh, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love cellgroup.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my dad. Talked to him on the phone just now. He asked me how I was, I said I was stressed. Ha, the life of a JC student. But a nice(and rare) thing about today's little chat was that he encouraged me to press on and after I do what I've to do, it'll be all over. I don't know why my eyes brimmed with tears. Maybe it's because he's so faraway, over many seas, but yet I can still feel his deep concern. I thought I caught a glimpse of God's love for me then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today God said, "Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: He is proud of me as His growing child. How unconditional is the love of the Father's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-5506120157063945302?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5506120157063945302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5506120157063945302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/SBR9mv4TCzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PNMIwKziI6w/s72-c/Snap0187edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-5400206633525184024</id><published>2008-04-27T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:52:52.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>217th</title><content type='html'>Tired, but joy still remains (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-5400206633525184024?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5400206633525184024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5400206633525184024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/217th.html' title='217th'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-406236757163958478</id><published>2008-04-20T21:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:10:19.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shield of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Let Your words ring in my head&lt;br /&gt;Set my mind upon Your Life&lt;br /&gt;Breathe on me, unveil my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That I may see You face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one shall separate from You&lt;br /&gt;Not a million miles&lt;br /&gt;Nor famine nor drought&lt;br /&gt;Who can satisfy but You?&lt;br /&gt;Consume me everday&lt;br /&gt;Let all else fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shield of Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh You're my Shield of Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I awake, You're still with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You watch over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't slumber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in Your arms all day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Credits to Psalm 3, 5:12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-406236757163958478?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/406236757163958478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/406236757163958478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/shield-of-love.html' title='Shield of Love'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-8936269681776085932</id><published>2008-04-20T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:07:21.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Listen, O Israel! The Lord is our God, the Lord alone.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; And you must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your strength.&lt;/span&gt; And you must &lt;em&gt;commit yourselves wholeheartedly&lt;/em&gt; to these commands that I am giving you today. &lt;strong&gt;Repeat them again and again to your children. Talk about them when you are at home and when you are on the road, when you are going to bed and when you are getting up. Tie them to your hands and wear them on your forehead as reminders. Write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Deut 6:4-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commit ourselves wholeheartedly to God, to His Word that will renew us into becoming more and more like Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-8936269681776085932?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8936269681776085932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8936269681776085932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-to-blog-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-3038110659914070333</id><published>2008-04-16T15:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:18:47.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've got more motivation to blog now cos' of this new blogskin. Come to think of it, the previous template's font is so big. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila's little blue bookmark always stares at me whenever I sit down to study at my table. It has eyes. . right. Anyway it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'Each day is a gift from the ONE who knows exactly what we need.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow wee woo. A constant reminder of God's providence and the purpose of our days here on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Sheila and then thinking of Monster, I think these are 2 of my most incredible friends. They can read me like a book. I can look perfectly normal, and then they'd know I'm not. Like that day I just merely didnt reply Sheila for a second and she looked at me and said 'you didn't sleep early huh?' Monster's pretty scary as well. Haha. She knows when I'm thinking and when I'm not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila says she observes and thinks alot. I know Monster also observes and thinks alot. And both are of course, godly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I don't think I can ever read a person this much. That's why I'm so amazed. They &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; spot on. Hoho, my incredible pals. Thank God for them (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MONSTER!&lt;/span&gt; I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS! :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you're such a silent blog stalker and reader. Blue to make you feel cool. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-3038110659914070333?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3038110659914070333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3038110659914070333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-ive-got-more-motivation-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-7401851230708539685</id><published>2008-04-15T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:57:22.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely.</title><content type='html'>Man, I love the layout. Simple, something I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear &lt;strong&gt;rosaline&lt;/strong&gt; for helping me! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been pretty hectic. I'm so glad I finally worked my way through &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;pile of overdue assignments. Big load off my shoulders. Now, to tackle those very topics which I missed with a lecture test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell from the number of entries I've written, there's a terrorizing amount of work to be done. &amp;amp; there's still so much to do, plus the things I wanna do that's not related to studies. Rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this verse, and it really helps me. The effects of meditating on true life really gives me strength to press on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You go before me and follow me&lt;br /&gt;You place Your hand of blessing on my head&lt;br /&gt;- Psalm 139: 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God O God, I know You'll see me through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-7401851230708539685?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7401851230708539685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7401851230708539685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/lovely.html' title='lovely.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-6840122480320043398</id><published>2008-03-16T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:23:41.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Jesus I am so in love with You!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satan is vanquished, my Jesus is King!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm in the lowest valley, I know that You are always there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come Holy Spirit, I need more and more of You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, God's presence was so awesome yesterday during praise and worship in service/cell. When we choose to praise God inspite of circumstances, He is glorified even more and we draw closer to Him. His strength is made perfect in our weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Philipians 4:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let the message about Christ, in all its richness, fill your lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Colossians 3:16a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Meditating on His Word brings Life!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-6840122480320043398?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6840122480320043398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6840122480320043398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-4567083337772713339</id><published>2008-03-10T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:05:34.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a decent update.</title><content type='html'>I thought of things to blog about, but here I am staring at the screen and I don't know how to start. I shall blog random then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like little boys, ranging from toddlers to about 8 to 9 years of age. I think they're so adorable! Seeing my little boy at home makes my day, but too bad he's growing up fast :( I shook the little boy's hand from peipei's cellgroup about 5 times on saturday! Think he must thinking why this jie jie so excited about him. Because he reminds me so much of my brother, I accidentally exclaimed an "I love you!" to him. And straightafter that I had to rush back to my seat. Poor boy, he must be feeling so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking again about how great God is. He measures the universe in the palm of His hands. The thing is, He's so great but yet he chooses to delight in what we can give to Him, our best- even though the best we can give Him can never be fit enough for His greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet Time is a divine appointment with God. The God of the universe actually makes time for us. He wants to meet us in the secret place, where there's only us and Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back the past few weeks, I see God's handprints all over my life. His faithfulness prevails, even if ours doesn't. So overwhelmed. His way is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisies are really really pretty flowers. Gerbera daisies, to be exact. I thank God that I had the chance of having them in my room twice this year(: It really makes the room feel different, look different. One more living thing. Okay whatever. Anyway I thought of being a part time florist after As, but then again, I want to do so many other things as well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first decent update in many weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, back to mugging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-4567083337772713339?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4567083337772713339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4567083337772713339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/decent-update.html' title='a decent update.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-3339163891542464700</id><published>2008-03-02T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:03:01.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Reign!</title><content type='html'>Giver of second chances. Unfailing love. Big God, yet He still makes time for me. Knows me better than I know myself. Pursues relentlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not live with/for my Creator?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-3339163891542464700?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3339163891542464700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3339163891542464700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-reign.html' title='You Reign!'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-3483659998188068618</id><published>2008-02-10T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:16:44.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee Wee and Mee Mee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R65seQejN2I/AAAAAAAAALE/nK1hITfcQ1A/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165185089715517282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R65seQejN2I/AAAAAAAAALE/nK1hITfcQ1A/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why do I always show my unglam side with you around? Tell me tell me! *strangles the skinny chicken*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R65rQgejN1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/aNQMVy4Ax6g/s1600-h/weiplusmecollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165183753980688210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R65rQgejN1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/aNQMVy4Ax6g/s320/weiplusmecollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eh wait! I spy the shadow and intereference of a &lt;strong&gt;monster.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Love you guys (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-3483659998188068618?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3483659998188068618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3483659998188068618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/wee-wee-and-mee-mee.html' title='Wee Wee and Mee Mee'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R65seQejN2I/AAAAAAAAALE/nK1hITfcQ1A/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-3133397912915144526</id><published>2008-02-08T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:08:05.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy CNY!</title><content type='html'>CNY's Eve was spent with my classmateys. We, or rather I, had a very big breakfast. 3 hotcakes and 2 sausage patties. And afterwhich, I was entertained by TWO dogs for TWO hours while the rest played basketball. ME being entertained by a dog! Can you see the sky turning green like now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could play with dogs like that. Tess and Belle (Aaron's dogs) are reallly adorable! I think it's really God who's taking away this fear. I used to run and shrink away at the sight of dogs. But I actually played and mind you, cuddled the dog. And I walked the dog twice *beams happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they still can't lick me. As in I don't let them lick me. Give me some more time. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay time for a change of topic. I ate more pineapple tarts before CNY started than compared to now. I really think that my capacity to store food has shrunk. Good or bad? I don't know. Okay la not too bad cos can save money. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really tiring day yesterday. House after house. But I found out there's something productive to do at every house! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall be off to recuperate. I'm having a big feast tonight. &amp;amp; I'm praying that I can taste the food cos' I'm down with a cold. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164516348517871746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R6wMQZYa8II/AAAAAAAAAKk/2kOaJnrX9pc/s320/DSC00659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-3133397912915144526?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3133397912915144526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3133397912915144526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-cny.html' title='happy CNY!'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R6wMQZYa8II/AAAAAAAAAKk/2kOaJnrX9pc/s72-c/DSC00659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-5740414622120023347</id><published>2008-02-03T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:40:24.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Level Study Group</title><content type='html'>I think almost everyone in this group who has a blog has at least posted this picture but I've yet to. Pardon me guys! Haha. You're a cherished bunch of people. It's amazing how we talk nonsense as if one year plus hasn't passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R6XCbJYa8EI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3XpVF6yHOHE/s1600-h/DSC01101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162746319480746050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R6XCbJYa8EI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3XpVF6yHOHE/s320/DSC01101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read Gracia's blog and saw this really interesting but true statement:&lt;br /&gt;When you say you'll be there, but you aren't, you'll get 17 missed calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Munkidd got that. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-5740414622120023347?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5740414622120023347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5740414622120023347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-level-study-group.html' title='O Level Study Group'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R6XCbJYa8EI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3XpVF6yHOHE/s72-c/DSC01101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-5681954357831043811</id><published>2008-01-31T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:13:05.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f77bd666c8373292" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df77bd666c8373292%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334371884%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4451494388E9946E9E5D753D0606092048B43411.710899320DBA4E5B1F6CB82DAA93AE461E68480F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df77bd666c8373292%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2Mb3Y7rqvFNIphjq6p2_MpIoEk8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df77bd666c8373292%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334371884%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4451494388E9946E9E5D753D0606092048B43411.710899320DBA4E5B1F6CB82DAA93AE461E68480F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df77bd666c8373292%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2Mb3Y7rqvFNIphjq6p2_MpIoEk8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay this is really stupid because he's trying to look/sound evil. Obviously CMI. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-5681954357831043811?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5681954357831043811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5681954357831043811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/edwin.html' title='Edwin'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-1340658746247248766</id><published>2008-01-30T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:24:47.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clean hands, pure heart</title><content type='html'>Refine me&lt;br /&gt;Till I am pure as gold&lt;br /&gt;Refine me&lt;br /&gt;Till I have more of You&lt;br /&gt;I desire to be like You&lt;br /&gt;Bring You glory in all I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs for every season. God, You give me reason to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-1340658746247248766?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/1340658746247248766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/1340658746247248766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/clean-hands-pure-heart.html' title='clean hands, pure heart'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-1554290358388208588</id><published>2008-01-26T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:43:55.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smack</title><content type='html'>I think it's really funny yet nice, when God speaks to you in the middle of the night. As in when you wake up in the middle of the night and then He speaks right smack into your heart. I don't know about you, but I've experienced it yesterday/this morning. Rare times, which I hope would be even more frequent. Cos' its so quiet and you can clearly hear what He's saying. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon pondering over what He said when I woke up, I began to realise that He yearns to share His heart with us so much, so much more than we can imagine. It's like when you are really happy or upset about something, you would want to share it with somebody you're really close to, someone that can understand you without misinterpreting what you say. We won't share our hearts with people who disrespect/dislike us. It's the same with God, whose image we are created in, He desires to share His heart with people who fear and love Him, who takes what He says seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt His joy this morning as I pondered over what He said. It's so, wah, I don't know-fufilling? Cos I know I'm in the midst of the greatest relationship I was created for. The thought of having the Holy Spirit with me always now takes a different _____ . Can't find the word, aiya I dont know how to say la, but I know my life is changed again cos I experienced him in another way (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless joy and satisfaction with the Holy Spirit everyday. I pray that my heart would be right before Him always so I can walk in His presence every single moment. So that He can speak to me every moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-1554290358388208588?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/1554290358388208588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/1554290358388208588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/smack.html' title='Smack'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-6627761445866877764</id><published>2008-01-06T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:04:22.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY 2 little nuisances at home (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R4CCPeBNNbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/084E5jlq1fc/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152261175979619762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R4CCPeBNNbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/084E5jlq1fc/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're in the teacup! Which made Edwin and I so dizzy. Ah. Serena was spinning it at full speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R4CBleBNNaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gaxTv7e0Cvc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152260454425114018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R4CBleBNNaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gaxTv7e0Cvc/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at him happily spinning away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R4CBJeBNNZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lhfCel4FSug/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152259973388776850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R4CBJeBNNZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lhfCel4FSug/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehehe. His favourite &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE &lt;/span&gt;Bumper car! He was whining for it the whole day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R4CAieBNNYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QsUbLrSf2FQ/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152259303373878658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R4CAieBNNYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QsUbLrSf2FQ/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah-na! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R4CAIuBNNXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/I7tnKvFSdec/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152258860992247154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R4CAIuBNNXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/I7tnKvFSdec/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy took this (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took the first 4 pictures! Hehe. Think I can safely say that my photography skills improved. &amp;amp; though it was only malaysia, I had a wonderful time with my family. It's really the company that matters. Thank You God (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-6627761445866877764?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6627761445866877764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6627761445866877764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/picture-post.html' title='MY 2 little nuisances at home (:'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R4CCPeBNNbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/084E5jlq1fc/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-2529123801000508079</id><published>2008-01-03T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:38:59.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy fear</title><content type='html'>His presence is only made manifest in the presence of people whose hearts truly fear Him-to revere Him, to tremble at His &lt;strong&gt;Word&lt;/strong&gt;, to not treat what is holy as common. This of course does not equal to being scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without this fear, one cannot really draw near to God. He would find it very hard to stay away from sin too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, that I would learn how to fear You all the days of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-2529123801000508079?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/2529123801000508079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/2529123801000508079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/holy-fear.html' title='Holy fear'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-5132728892685842827</id><published>2007-12-28T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:49:38.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>When I think of school reopening, I cant help but sigh cos' of the upcoming A levels. But God says "NO! Don't sigh! You've gotta impact your world for Me and JJC is where I've placed you in. Look forward and expect!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes God! 2008 is going to be even better than 2007 with You in my life! Cos that's the only way to go, to live life abundantly! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-5132728892685842827?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5132728892685842827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5132728892685842827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-8144775131348477214</id><published>2007-12-13T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:40:16.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shine shine shine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R2FQ3aiO9uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/79F4jHCoBy8/s1600-h/teardrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143481162379753186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R2FQ3aiO9uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/79F4jHCoBy8/s320/teardrop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE TRIBE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;soars and we'll &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;win&lt;/span&gt; this war!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; defeat our giants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; defeat our giants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;will &lt;/strong&gt;defeat our giants.&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/8084617-8144775131348477214?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8144775131348477214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8144775131348477214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/shine-shine-shine.html' title='shine shine shine!'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/R2FQ3aiO9uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/79F4jHCoBy8/s72-c/teardrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-8603000939068278159</id><published>2007-12-12T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:32:32.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jotting it down</title><content type='html'>I love christmas! Been on this shopping marathon with mum. I love town with all the lights and decorations, gives me the christmas-sy feel. Plus the rain too! (: The wet floors, the cool weather- ah, so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really like Raffles City Shopping Center. Especially during christmas, where they have those beautiful ornaments and other things hanging down from the ceilings. They renovated the place! The stage's on the 3rd floor, right smack in the middle of the mall, and I caught Barbie and Ken on stage dancing and singing! AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me childish, but eh, seeing Barbie and Ken(okay I know they're not the real ones la k) at Christmas brings back so many memories. Didn't manage to catch the whole show, but when I heard a woman cackling and singing evil-ly, I knew the witch appeared. Haha. And when Barbie and Ken's singing resounded through the mall, wah, I literally fell in love with their voices. Barbie's, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about Barbie and Ken. Oh wait, or is it Ken and Barbie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, acting bimbotic with Grace today was downright fun and funny today. Alex was giving us the 'okay-i've-had-enough' kind of look and Noel was giving me the 'oh-my-gosh-i've-never-seen-this-side-of-my-mum-before' face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an art la. An &lt;em&gt;art&lt;/em&gt;. Right, Grace? :D Elbows off the table! Rule #372 of the club's book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, what a post. What has Christmas done to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*twirls in the air and lands gracefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-8603000939068278159?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8603000939068278159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8603000939068278159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/jotting-it-down.html' title='jotting it down'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-1138111836942046641</id><published>2007-12-06T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:38:32.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blast!</title><content type='html'>He was so awesome, so wonderfully awesome that I could only just be so thankful that He calls me worthy to partner with Him on the mission field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes were opened, chains were broken. Everybody saw how God moved so mightily on the field. Many many salvations, many healings. In fact for 2 out of 5 night rallies, we had 100% salvations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little bit of thai that we learnt from the mission trainings were very useful as well! Most of us shared Christ to the thais with the slip of paper that we had and they still came to know God! Language barriers are not a problem for God (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us older ones did prison ministry too. They were hardcore convicts, some down for life sentences, some for capital punishment. I looked at them, wondering what they did to get themselves in there cos' they looked quite innocent. My heart broke as I realised how lonely and how in need of help they were. But God definitely moved in that place, because the superintendent said that even though other people came to visit them, we were the first to make them laugh in a long time! And many received Christ too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this trip, God has moulded my life so much. I could see myself growing tremendously; in terms of leadership, humility, prayer life, perserverance, patience, thought life, submission and so much more. I saw my cellgroup members grow so much too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You for this Mission Trip God. Thank You for making a way for me to go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, AUDREY IS BACK!! AHH! *screams of delight*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-1138111836942046641?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/1138111836942046641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/1138111836942046641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/blast.html' title='A blast!'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-690497127899681072</id><published>2007-11-26T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:07:14.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Trip '07</title><content type='html'>27th Nov till 5 Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! expect a great move of God in Thailand! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-690497127899681072?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/690497127899681072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/690497127899681072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mission-trip-07.html' title='Mission Trip &apos;07'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-3249844910755018563</id><published>2007-11-21T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:36:02.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for my upcoming days,</title><content type='html'>I need strength and focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Be strong and courageous!" - God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-3249844910755018563?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3249844910755018563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3249844910755018563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-my-upcoming-days.html' title='for my upcoming days,'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-844703983982858974</id><published>2007-11-13T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:05:01.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinaboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Rzl1cjmra0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/KbiuQr1cy90/s1600-h/n566001502_358104_9871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132262383819647810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Rzl1cjmra0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/KbiuQr1cy90/s320/n566001502_358104_9871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the end of Os for TAN ZIJIAN a.k.a. Chinaboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; HELLO! HOW WAS BIO? ARE YOU GOING MAD? TODAY IS FREEDOM DAY FOR CHINABOY! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zeejay:&lt;/strong&gt; Chinadol!!!!!!!! AH!!!!!!!! I'M GOING MAD MAD MAD MAD!!! Ah!!!!!! I feel like pinching everyone! I'll do it on facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I have waited so long for this post *evil laughter. For all you sabo-ed against me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever understimate the power of the moo. Nanny Nanny Poo Poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-844703983982858974?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/844703983982858974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/844703983982858974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/chinaboy.html' title='Chinaboy'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Rzl1cjmra0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/KbiuQr1cy90/s72-c/n566001502_358104_9871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-7013660039128815515</id><published>2007-11-08T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:09:21.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For God is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sheer beauty,&lt;/span&gt; all generous in love, loyal always and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Psalm 100:5 (The Message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a conversation with some others one night, and we thought of how people grew more beautiful as they grow godlier/god-lier. It's so natural and flowing out of them that no nice/expensive clothes or make-up can beat. There's this constant shine on their faces (not hyperactive oil glands hor), this joy and peace that's unspeakable, and we're just drawn towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we concluded it's because of godliness. That as they abide in Christ, the source of true life, the only unfailable hope, the Most Beautiful One, that they become like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, true beauty comes from the heart. A heart that fears God. It totally outshines the outer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, the best beauty treatment ever. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-7013660039128815515?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7013660039128815515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7013660039128815515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/true-beauty.html' title='True Beauty'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-3219525040585217423</id><published>2007-11-04T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:30:58.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title-less.</title><content type='html'>I really thank God, because His strength is made perfect in our weaknesses. I think He's amazing because He &lt;strong&gt;loves &lt;/strong&gt;to glorify himself through us and desires to use us so much. Who are we, but a quick breath, a vapor, merely dust, yet Creator God loves us so much that we can bear His presence on this earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo hoo. It's Amazing Grace, Amazing Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be random, it's quite scary to buy a huge $7.90 packet worth of Percy the Pig. At first sis and I got quite excited at Marks and Spencer, but after I opened the bag, I saw this enormous sea of pink little pigheads that smelt of berry in a big pink bag. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And John scared the life out of us when he appeared on the 2nd floor of church during practice on friday night. He wasn't due till a month later. Team 3 was jumping for joy! okay, maybe only shuen and I. Hahaha. And shuen got so happy that she started hugging me, as if it was New Year's Day. HAHAHA. Oh man, it was hilarious! and the doughnuts were nice John! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay, I'm anticipating Drey's return. Of which I think she won't pull a stunt like John though. Hehe. Cannot la, 2 surprises for 2 months, will go mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, dinner time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-3219525040585217423?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3219525040585217423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3219525040585217423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/title-less.html' title='title-less.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-2143202959830754501</id><published>2007-10-31T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:08:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Know Your Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“O Israel and Judah, what should I do with you?” asks the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“For your love vanishes like the morning mist      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and disappears like dew in the sunlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I sent my prophets to cut you to pieces—      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to slaughter you with my words,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with judgments as inescapable as light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want you to show love, not offer sacrifices.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want you to know me more than I want burnt offerings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But like Adam, you broke my covenant and betrayed my trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Hosea 6:4-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reading this passage, my heart broke. Because I believed that God's heart broke even when He said this. God's heart is for us to know Him, to love Him. And I really think that what breaks God's heart the most is when people are not living in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, let my love for You not vanish like the morning mist, nor disappear like dew in the sunlight. Teach me how to protect my hunger for You. Show me how to love You like how You love me, though I know Your love for me exceeds far more than what I can give to You. But still, I lay the little I have at Your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me that You delight in my love, the little I can offer to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hillsong United - To Know Your Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I know You gave&lt;br /&gt;The world Your only Son for us&lt;br /&gt;To know Your name&lt;br /&gt;To live within the Savior's love&lt;br /&gt;He took my place&lt;br /&gt;Knowing He'd be crucified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;You loved, You loved&lt;br /&gt;A people undeserving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-2143202959830754501?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/2143202959830754501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/2143202959830754501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-know-your-name.html' title='To Know Your Name'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-3078667331569981575</id><published>2007-10-28T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T17:02:46.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 121</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I look up to the mountains—     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;does my help come from there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My help comes from the Lord,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;who made heaven and earth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;He will not let you stumble;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;the one who watches over you will not slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Indeed, he who watches over Israel      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;never slumbers or sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;The Lord himself watches over you!      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Lord stands beside you as your protective shade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The sun will not harm you by day,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;nor the moon at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;The Lord keeps you from all harm     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;and watches over your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;both now and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;truly an Amazing God.&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/8084617-3078667331569981575?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3078667331569981575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3078667331569981575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/psalm-121.html' title='Psalm 121'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-4686953560040301416</id><published>2007-10-26T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:01:01.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good old hols' :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RyDLlsPi2aI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HitKev4ZZGQ/s1600-h/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125320224339581346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RyDLlsPi2aI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HitKev4ZZGQ/s320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we like taking pictures! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes it's waffles up there! I'm recently hooked on them. The smell is so tempting la, always wafting out of the Cookie House into our noses. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hello world, the hols are here again! Thank God I need not take any re-exams! I can fully concentrate on the preparations for the upcoming and ever exciting Mission Trip and YI Camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yipee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-4686953560040301416?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4686953560040301416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4686953560040301416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/shishi-and-me.html' title='good old hols&apos; :D'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RyDLlsPi2aI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HitKev4ZZGQ/s72-c/collage9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-7122261006062759378</id><published>2007-10-22T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:39:14.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; is the Giver of all good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Thankful for everything. wah. He goes down to the smallest and finest of details, all these, just to bless His beloved children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, You rock my world! :D and always Lord, be the rock on which I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm held in everlasting arms of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love!&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-7122261006062759378?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7122261006062759378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7122261006062759378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='♥♥♥'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-6722852184637122071</id><published>2007-10-15T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:13:57.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half a day with kare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RxMEyjglG_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/8TJsLPzTMhY/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121442467822246898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RxMEyjglG_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/8TJsLPzTMhY/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; we happened to wear our very beautiful and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; CRESCENTIAN shirts! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss crescent! :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-6722852184637122071?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6722852184637122071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6722852184637122071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/half-day-with-kare.html' title='half a day with kare!'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RxMEyjglG_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/8TJsLPzTMhY/s72-c/collage7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-4842556869603683534</id><published>2007-10-14T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:49:08.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Liner</title><content type='html'>I shall credit the term 5 Liner to John. Let me try to post one. Not inclusive of these 3 sentences! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Facebook is really fun. I like the SuperPoke and Grow A Gift application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I get really grouchy when I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drey and I were doing things for each other on Facebook without chatting on msn though we were both online. After which we did though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion and Purity by Elisabeth Elliot is a really good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in life surpasses the pursuit of God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYY I DID IT! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-4842556869603683534?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4842556869603683534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4842556869603683534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/5-liner.html' title='5 Liner'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-524482436644182045</id><published>2007-10-09T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:22:13.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RwuaAgiLtnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/h5k1bY6zZ_g/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119354734960686706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RwuaAgiLtnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/h5k1bY6zZ_g/s320/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner at Cafe Cartel was great with the whole family today. It's the last dinner with dad before he leaves for china again tomorrow. Won't be seeing him for another month at least. But he'll be back for the festive season and he'll take leave to go on a holiday with us (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm not bawling my eyes out like my brother and sister. It's the second time already. I'm sad of course, but I think it's really God who's helping me to handle this entire phase in my life. Just like how He taught my mum and still is teaching my mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayer is the key. My mum always tells me how she prays for my dad and us daily. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God You know how much I miss my dad. I know You'd surely make a way. Let me see more good coming out of all this. From Your perspective, dear Lord. For Romans 8:28 says all things work for the good of those who love Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RwuZ0AiLtmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vU0sOKKwjHE/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-524482436644182045?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/524482436644182045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/524482436644182045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/dad.html' title='Dad.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RwuaAgiLtnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/h5k1bY6zZ_g/s72-c/DSC00135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-8387753971389812087</id><published>2007-10-09T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:42:56.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A psalm of David.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Lord is my shepherd; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have all that I need.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He lets me rest in green meadows; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;he leads me beside peaceful streams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He renews my strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He guides me along right paths, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bringing honor to his name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Even when I walk through the darkest valley, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You prepare a feast for me in the presence of my enemies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You honor me by anointing my head with oil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My cup overflows with blessings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;all the days of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and I will live in the house of the Lord forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God calls King David a man after his own heart. And even when I read this psalm and all the other psalms he wrote, it is no wonder why. King David was SO in love with his Maker. His confidence and strength came from His shepherd alone. His joy came from being in the presence of the Lover of his soul daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who says that a man after God's own heart has to be perfect? David did commit adultery, but the thing was that he knew he had broken God's heart and repented, went home running to God. and of course, God welcomed him home with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't love God perfectly because we are imperfect, but we can do our best to love Him with whatever we have. And come to think of it, it's actually a &lt;em&gt;privilege&lt;/em&gt; to love God. The Unlimited One chooses to let limited beings love Him. And He, being the Creator of the universe, the One who holds the world in His Hands, chooses to delight in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will we choose to love our God as it is said in His Word, with all our heart and soul and mind and strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God spoke to me on saturday and I believe that this is His heartcry to all of His children,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I want to take your hand and lead you more than you can ever imagine. I want to pour Myself into your life till overflow. Only if you let Me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Lord yes Lord! please take my hand! I give you my all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-8387753971389812087?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8387753971389812087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8387753971389812087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/psalm-23.html' title='Psalm 23'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-8732906623602913318</id><published>2007-10-06T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:56:46.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GYH (weiwei's post)</title><content type='html'>As I read from weiwei's blog some time ago, I realised that guarding our hearts are really important. Today's sermon was about it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts need to be guarded. Its like, we gotta screen everything that comes into our minds before we let them dwell within us. Things that will fail the screening test completely would of course be sin, but there are other things that need not necessarily be sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, are we putting our studies, our ministries, our relationships with others all before God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is His kingdom first or is HE first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, help me to put You first always. I don't want to live apart from Your presence. That's the last place I wanna be, and it's horrendous. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a moment by moment thing. God, I want more of You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heal my heart and make it clean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-8732906623602913318?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8732906623602913318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8732906623602913318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/gyh-weiweis-post.html' title='GYH (weiwei&apos;s post)'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-5726651753065785657</id><published>2007-10-05T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T00:31:08.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"And I will give them singleness of heart and put a new spirit within them. I will take away their stony, stubborn heart and give them a tender, responsive heart, so they will obey my decrees and regulations. Then they will truly be my people, and I will be their God. "&lt;br /&gt;- Ezekiel 11:19-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singleness of heart and a new spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear Lord, You and I know that the exam week has been awesome. You have stayed so faithful and never failed to teach me things and give me strength. You know, that I strived to keep my eyes on You all the time, trying to give You my best. Though I failed at times, You picked me up and kept urging me to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I ask of You, though its so tempting to go totally wild after promos, I know You would want me to have a certain amount of discipline in my life. Like sleeping early, spending my time and money wisely, investing into things of the eternal. Give me singleness of heart, to focus on You and You alone everyday. Help me to keep the momentum and keep the faith. I need You, I cannot do this with my own strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOCUS. Holy Spirit, guide me always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-5726651753065785657?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5726651753065785657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5726651753065785657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-6894529128116433549</id><published>2007-10-04T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T20:37:03.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee!</title><content type='html'>hahaha hohoho hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my promos are officially over. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DANCES AND SKIPS AND TWIRLS AROUND*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-6894529128116433549?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6894529128116433549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6894529128116433549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/whee.html' title='whee!'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-583767733967791115</id><published>2007-09-26T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T00:32:05.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100%</title><content type='html'>I know that You will give me strength to do whatever You require of me. It all boils down only to my own will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for 100%. No turning, or even looking back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-583767733967791115?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/583767733967791115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/583767733967791115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/100.html' title='100%'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-1090320095457447801</id><published>2007-09-23T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:32:35.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;three &lt;/strong&gt;things that made me smile today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) experiencing the beauty of worshipping God moment by moment today inspite of difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Z3 retreat!!&lt;br /&gt;(3) Tony Roma's with daddy and of course the rest of the family (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, time to study! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-1090320095457447801?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/1090320095457447801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/1090320095457447801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/smile.html' title='SMILE (:'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-7167607248839045600</id><published>2007-09-19T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T18:13:04.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victorious</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed. We are perplexed, but not driven to despair. We are hunted down, but never abandoned by God. We get knocked down, but we are not destroyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- 2 Corinthians 4:8-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Victors in Christ. nothing less of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Your freedom I will live!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-7167607248839045600?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7167607248839045600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7167607248839045600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/victorious.html' title='Victorious'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-8061403006771300225</id><published>2007-09-16T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:46:44.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDRI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Ru0zF2PjvqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_mE-gvQ0wdU/s1600-h/DSC00484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110797327688515234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Ru0zF2PjvqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_mE-gvQ0wdU/s320/DSC00484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Ru0y1WPjvnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5oXX2R2z7rY/s1600-h/Chengyu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SUNDRI! my One and Only Kitten! *points upwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where's shanthini, muthu samy and nanthini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-8061403006771300225?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8061403006771300225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8061403006771300225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/sundri.html' title='SUNDRI!'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Ru0zF2PjvqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_mE-gvQ0wdU/s72-c/DSC00484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-3432442826224093865</id><published>2007-09-14T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:33:49.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Take delight in the Lord,and He will give you your heart’s desires. -Psalms 37:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; my delight be in You dear Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I know You last forever, I know You do not fail. I know Your love for me is as high as the heavens that are above the earth, I know Your faithfulness touches the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me deeper Lord! I want more of You, more than I had before. That's my heart's desire, and I pray, for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who, or what do you find total delight in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-3432442826224093865?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3432442826224093865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3432442826224093865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/delight.html' title='delight.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-7121663961840809099</id><published>2007-09-06T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:58:06.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelations</title><content type='html'>As I'm reading the book of Revelations now along with I4C, I'm amazed at the splendor and the glory of God. I have caught glimpses of heaven these few days in my quiet time with God, and it is simply breathtaking. oh man, can you imagine the real thing? and as I get more aware of God's presence in my life, I realise that I am so inadequate, so weak and really, my life's just a mere vapor. but yet dearest Daddy God loves me for who I am and yearns to be the center of my everything, my whole being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing God, who can compare to You? nothing I do would cause You to love me more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"You have made them to be a kingdom and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;priests to serve our God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;they will reign on the earth." Revelations 5:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been saved, and now I am called to share what Christ has done in me. To minister as priests for His Kingdom, for His cause. I pray that I'd would live my life's purpose out every single day, to make a difference for Christ wherever I go. I choose to give my all because He loves me and gave His all for me. I am empowered by His Holy Spirit who dwells in me and seeks to be my Best Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;worthy is the Lamb who was slain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let my life count as pure glory for Your Name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-7121663961840809099?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7121663961840809099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7121663961840809099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/revelations.html' title='Revelations'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-5611134970751099431</id><published>2007-09-05T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:17:51.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tze Char and Co.</title><content type='html'>Tze Char was great with the study gang. and as kare says, the ice cream escapade was simply nice as we sat around just talking rubbish and meddling with each other's phones. gosh, can't believe we haven't met in 7 months, as pointed out by cheepheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I realised WY still has the "coming 'round the mountain" song when he gleefully took out his phone from his pocket!! I thought it was lost forever when karyn cleared her phone. HAHAHA. its a successful alarm ringtone sung by MK and me. an irritating song. hahahahha. tell me if you wanna hear it. don't say i didn't warn you, it'll make you laugh till your insides hurt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"message&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; message &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*gasps for air*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MESSAGE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CROAK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-5611134970751099431?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5611134970751099431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5611134970751099431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/tze-char-and-co.html' title='Tze Char and Co.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-191504241784589359</id><published>2007-09-04T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:10:23.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want the hairspray soundtracks.</title><content type='html'>i want the hairspray soundtracks.&lt;br /&gt;i want the hairspray soundtracks.&lt;br /&gt;i want the hairspray soundtracks.&lt;br /&gt;i want the hairspray soundtracks.&lt;br /&gt;i want the hairspray soundtracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine, hurry come online! Hahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-191504241784589359?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/191504241784589359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/191504241784589359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-hairspray-soundtracks.html' title='i want the hairspray soundtracks.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-3263719059527466279</id><published>2007-09-02T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T13:50:19.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination.</title><content type='html'>even if we listened to the best preachers in the world and yet procrastinate to do God's word, it would all be futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;But don’t just listen to God’s word. You must do what it says. Otherwise, you are only fooling yourselves. For if you listen to the word and don’t obey, it is like glancing at your face in a mirror. You see yourself, walk away, and forget what you look like. But if you look carefully into the perfect law that sets you free, and if you do what it says and don’t forget what you heard, then God will bless you for doing it. - James 1:22-25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that hit me hard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i pile up enough tomorrows, i'd end up with many empty yesterdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey MSG! lets remember to complete the things we said wanna do this week k! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a funny note, i found these hilarious pictures in my phone in the midst of file transfer to the computer. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RtpNP5UsmfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2k1z3B2R9gc/s1600-h/30-05-07_1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RtpNQJUsmgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rcq8dFRqPZU/s1600-h/30-05-07_1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RtpON5UsmhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DwTnKBv9Nyg/s1600-h/30-05-07_1710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105479128210774546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RtpON5UsmhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DwTnKBv9Nyg/s200/30-05-07_1710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RtpON5UsmiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kEXDFt1bLxA/s1600-h/30-05-07_1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105479128210774562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RtpON5UsmiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kEXDFt1bLxA/s200/30-05-07_1712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.*oh no, looks at impending doom.&lt;br /&gt;ZeeJay, i think i've caught your contagious disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-3263719059527466279?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3263719059527466279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3263719059527466279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/procrastination.html' title='procrastination.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RtpON5UsmhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DwTnKBv9Nyg/s72-c/30-05-07_1710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-8292845465818947010</id><published>2007-08-29T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:05:18.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>found</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out how to read the blog entries i wrote in my sec 1 and sec 2 years. eh dont try to find cos its not in this blog's archive. HAHAHA. okay, don't give me that whatever look -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i changed alot leh! i spotted the most common word, 'HAIZ.' note the Z &lt;strong&gt;gracey wacey!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from the looks of it, it seems like i was always sinking into depression or getting irritated at someone and venting all of my feelings on my blog. not to forget, superficial happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, i'm SUPER glad i found God :D or rather, He found me. He's the One that changed me inside out, upside down. Life has never been the same ever since i met Him. It has turned so much for the better, and it'll get better in the future to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay dearest &lt;strong&gt;kare.&lt;/strong&gt; you and i have both updated our blogs. i can bring you for a haircut now.&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/8084617-8292845465818947010?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8292845465818947010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8292845465818947010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/found.html' title='found'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-4555695495327426862</id><published>2007-08-26T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:11:52.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the BAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RtGI1JUsmZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DVh2QiTiDPQ/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103010299404654994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RtGI1JUsmZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DVh2QiTiDPQ/s320/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's gonna kill me for this. but oh wells, who cares? HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hairspray was awesome right!? the dresses. the hairdos. the singing and dancing. the exaggerated psst-ing of the hairspray. hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday BAY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-4555695495327426862?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4555695495327426862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4555695495327426862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/bay.html' title='the BAY.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RtGI1JUsmZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DVh2QiTiDPQ/s72-c/DSC00365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-431923196870296870</id><published>2007-08-23T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:32:34.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God of creation</title><content type='html'>even as i study biology, I'm super amazed at how God can think of soo many details in creation. and He's perfect and does all things well cos he goes down to the smallest of the smallest of the smallest of details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, we all respire.&lt;br /&gt;And respiration takes place in almost all cells.&lt;br /&gt;And it's in this cell organelle called mitochondria.&lt;br /&gt;and in this mitochondria, 4 processes takes place.&lt;br /&gt;glycolysis, Kreb cycle, the works.&lt;br /&gt;it can even take a different path if oxygen wasn't in sufficient amounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is only respiration leh. imagine the many other reactions that are happening in our human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see His perfect creation, His unlimited creativity and excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I sit in lectures, I just keep standing in awe of how brilliant He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really see the beauty of God in biology, and even in chem and geog too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like whoever would have thought of sigma and pi bonds between orbitals? and igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic rocks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was studying with kare today, and stumbled upon something about DNA that i couldn't understand. so I wanted to ask her to explain it to me so i could understand it. but she was on the phone :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the Holy Spirit whispered, ' Why don't you ask God?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i prayed, ' God, help me understand this please. .'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the most amazing thing happened. I started to read the notes again, now with greater understanding. i picked up a pencil and started to draw diagrams, as if the Holy Spirit was guiding my hands. God explained it to me step by step as He helped me draw arrows to show me the whole process. and i understood it perfectly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stunning eh, my God leh! :D well, He made DNA afterall! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-431923196870296870?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/431923196870296870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/431923196870296870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/god-of-creation.html' title='God of creation'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-4418615898126611305</id><published>2007-08-19T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:45:17.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COOKIES</title><content type='html'>serena, little michievious and i are currently waiting for our cookies to bake in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the chef at work. he looks like he's concentrating BIG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RshWRZUsmYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zcZ4v4Zg0YA/s1600-h/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100421434852546946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RshWRZUsmYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zcZ4v4Zg0YA/s400/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've not baked in a really long time, and it's the first time baking with edwin. did i mention he's such a pro! he knows how to mix the batter. and its quite good for an eight year old. plus, it's more or less mess-free [which is like a BIG achievement]. hidden talent. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the feeling of squishing my fingers into the dough was really icky and yucky, the product is wonderfully fabulous *wide grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried the first batch. they're not too sweet, so its a good thing. they're chewy in the middle and crispy at the edges. plus chocolate chips! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i dont develop a sore throat :/ hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-4418615898126611305?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4418615898126611305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4418615898126611305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/cookies.html' title='COOKIES'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RshWRZUsmYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zcZ4v4Zg0YA/s72-c/collage6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-6756267756024959047</id><published>2007-08-19T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T14:17:14.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slow down.</title><content type='html'>woah, i realised i didnt blog for a week alr. how time flies :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i'll choose to practice what i learnt from sermon yesterday and slow down, not miss the point of why i'm living and reflect on God's promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the formula for &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right living:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;" seek &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; His kingdom and righteousness, and &lt;strong&gt;all these things will be given&lt;/strong&gt; to you as well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-matthew 6:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;worry eats me up :/&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;have no fear, cos' God is here!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello promos, here i come .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-6756267756024959047?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6756267756024959047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6756267756024959047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/slow-down.html' title='slow down.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-7933484220535833929</id><published>2007-08-12T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:13:11.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>many many</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot red&lt;/span&gt; flower pants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;ever step out of the radius of 1km from your house with them. you will suffer terribly, like REALLY terribly. yours truly has tasted of it and it's horribly odd and awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it wasnt my fault! *waves frantically* i went to consult chinese doctor with edwin and mummy in the vicinity. and then dad happily tells us that to meet him at the carpark and we drive to somewhere else. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a reply to &lt;strong&gt;andyong's post&lt;/strong&gt;. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant prose as well as him. but i thank God for a brother in christ like him. okay no link. anw, i dont think i'll ever forget his really cold jokes during the O level mugging period. like, for example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me: eh! where's the laptop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;andy ong then points to his lap and pats in silence, giving us all a straight face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all look at him. and everybody burst out in 'cold' laughter. the air con in the cafe helped alot too -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andy ong! study hard! though i know you dont have exams (grr) plus you're having your 2 months + 1 week worth of holidays which you always brag about (double grr), haha, i pray you'd make good use of your time. you're really good at encouraging people too! so continue man! hahaha. AND, keep using your guitar skills to worship our Savior and may he add unto you abundantly! (: and keep adding on to your collections of lame jokes and antics. they never fail to light up conversations and IRRITATE me. hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LUWD = laughuntilwantdie.&lt;br /&gt;tell me, isn't this SO andyong. what kind of expression is this!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, andyongcheepeng! [hahaha i find a kick in saying your entire name really quickly cos i think it kinda rhymes] you have been a great brother-in-christ! more study group outings pleease. hehehehe. *glares at you and laughs 'softly'* you know what i mean eh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sees everything. every hurt and disappointment we face, anything that lights up our faces at the sound of it, hears every laughter and collects every tear we cry. nothing escapes from His eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is, He welcomes us with big open arms and offers solutions the world can never give, offers comfort and peace that can never be found anywhere else. He protects us with his whole heart, of course provided if we dont walk out of his umbrella of shelter (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, He did something today for me which i found really hilarious after looking back. My Jesus, wonderful, ever merciful and detailed. hahaha. His timing is SO perfect.&lt;em&gt; I love You Lord!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want every part of me to always jump up and rejoice at His Name! I want to experience the unlimited depth of His love. I want to surrender my all for the cause of Christ. I want the heartbeat of God right here in my heart every single day. I want all of You Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so take me as You find me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all my fears and failures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fill my life again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i give my life to follow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything i believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i surrender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-7933484220535833929?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7933484220535833929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7933484220535833929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/flower-pants-and-god-non-relative.html' title='many many'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-291352377159800650</id><published>2007-08-09T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:36:01.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of Lords</title><content type='html'>click this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkF3iVjOZ1I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkF3iVjOZ1I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lord Of Lords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brooke Fraser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pwarchive.com/search.aspx?criteria=Author&amp;amp;se=Brooke+Fraser"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beholding Your beauty is all that I long for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To worship You Jesus with my soul's desire&lt;br /&gt;For this very heart You've shaped for Your pleasure&lt;br /&gt;The purpose to lift Your name high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear and surrender in pure adoration&lt;br /&gt;I enter your courts with an offering of praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am Your servant come to bring You glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is fit for the work of Your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now unto the Lamb who sits on the throne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be glory and honor and praise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of creation resounds with the song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worship and praise Him the Lord of Lords&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Spirit now living and dwelling within me&lt;br /&gt;Keep my eyes fixed ever on Jesus' face&lt;br /&gt;Let not the things of this world ever sway me&lt;br /&gt;I'll run 'till I finish the race &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Lord&lt;br /&gt;You are Holy&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ is the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lord of Lords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-291352377159800650?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/291352377159800650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/291352377159800650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/lord-of-lords.html' title='Lord of Lords'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-1125932237907228020</id><published>2007-08-06T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:35:53.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant think of any title.</title><content type='html'>i really thank God for the many family outings these 2 weeks. its been such a long time that we spend so much time together. even mum's boss is being so gracious to her to let her take leave. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture of little mischievious and i. He INSISTED that we both put on daddy's shades. He says he looks better with this pair he's wearing than the one i'm wearing. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Rrc8gzmOPKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Zw3qJ6qPM6E/s1600-h/05-08-07_1839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095608037697010850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Rrc8gzmOPKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Zw3qJ6qPM6E/s400/05-08-07_1839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and, &lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; stoked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the surprise! (: you are all very good at acting. except . . . *looks at jason*. packet food for seow huh? RIGHT.hahahaha. and gideon and daryl actually want to go along with me to play &lt;em&gt;pepsi-cola&lt;/em&gt; while waiting. . without shoes-.- goodness. ha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mark! we're all counting down to the 22nd of august with you! :D then you wont dread monday nights anymore. hehehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-1125932237907228020?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/1125932237907228020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/1125932237907228020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-think-of-any-title.html' title='i cant think of any title.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Rrc8gzmOPKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Zw3qJ6qPM6E/s72-c/05-08-07_1839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-7486096528441003977</id><published>2007-08-03T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T01:30:02.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Encourager</title><content type='html'>in the midst of common tests that required me to really perservere on, God saw me through. He showed me this verse, which was like, so encouraging la. He is indeed the best encourager one can ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;" . . . I have cared for you since you were born. I will be your God throughout your lifetime- until your hair is white with age. &lt;strong&gt;I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you.&lt;/strong&gt;" -Isaiah 46:3-4 (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says He will carry me through the tough times and good times. And I have seen and tasted of His goodness myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-7486096528441003977?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7486096528441003977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7486096528441003977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/best-encourager.html' title='The Best Encourager'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-8583260974874255232</id><published>2007-08-02T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:34:58.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>yes im finally free to relax again, at least for a little while. common tests are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heaves a GREAT sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why the amount of stress is tremendous. and promos are coming in 6 weeks. gee. and when the last paper ended today, everybody behaved like it was the end of Os la. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went out with my class today! we played pool and ate at harbourfront's sakae sushi. yes, sakae sushi again. gosh. i think im going to stay away from that place for the next month or so. sakae overload. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found this letter addressed to me on my bed a few days ago. click for larger display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RrIDVDmOPGI/AAAAAAAAADU/8flfQqVwRkI/s1600-h/30-07-07_2311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094137788787211362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RrIDVDmOPGI/AAAAAAAAADU/8flfQqVwRkI/s400/30-07-07_2311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah you guessed it. its from my little mischievious! hahaha, he actually cancelled melissa and wrote mellimoo! goodness. ha, and reason for his letter? i was angry at him for always playing computer games and not spending more time on more productive things, like for example, reading his Enid Blyton series. AND not forgetting to mention that he messed up my room, leaving his paper aeroplanes and trash all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me, after discovering the letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so when did you write the letter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edwin:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;uh. . a few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and me being the genius, noticed that he was not looking at me in the eye and was fiddling with the bedsheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me, with the suspicious look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;are you sure? you wrote it today. . right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edwin then confesses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uh. . ya. cos i see you angry ma, so i write the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. how adorable! and me being the -oh-my-gosh-i-cant-believe-my-little-brother-has-such-sweet-tricks-up-his-sleeves big sister jumped up and gave him a BIG bear hug. of course after that i told him that he cannot lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RrIDKTmOPFI/AAAAAAAAADM/G5nAkSfFf6w/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094137604103617618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RrIDKTmOPFI/AAAAAAAAADM/G5nAkSfFf6w/s400/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; the little mischievious with his silly antics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-8583260974874255232?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8583260974874255232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8583260974874255232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RrIDVDmOPGI/AAAAAAAAADU/8flfQqVwRkI/s72-c/30-07-07_2311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-4352270342898518409</id><published>2007-07-28T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:41:57.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed again.</title><content type='html'>i had a really &lt;strong&gt;blessed&lt;/strong&gt; birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wonderfully blessed by God and my family, both physical and spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i probably wont be able to pen down everything that happened here, but i would really like to thank some people! :D not in any order! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mum and dad for the two sakae treats and the cake. thanks sis and little mischievious for staying up with me to study on my birthday and eating maggie mee with me. hahaha. and edwin, thanks for the flower! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;family 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys for the wonderful surprise. i think i really looked like an idiot being blindfolded and being forced to walk to and fro in the same place. i actually thought i went on a long and ardous journey -.- hahaha. i know you guys put in alot of work and effort for this, especially our recruit who has been promoted by leaps and bounds recently (: haha. thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i4C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the card! hahahaha. and MSG, thank you for the wonderfully decorated moo moo box with more moo moo stuff filled inside. i feel so so loved. and i think the box is not easy to make right? thanks man! and yeah, you reached your goal and managed to make me cry. hahaha. and audrey! im really touched by the airmail. hahaha. my favourite _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classmatees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even think you read my blog, but thank you so much for the surprise as well! i was really caught off guard la. hahaha. i really treasure our friendship in school and all your funny antics. you guys never fail to make me laugh everyday in the forever stressful days of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank You for surrounding me with such awesome people. i thank You that You are in my life, and that You have marvelous plans for me. my life would stink without You, i'd probably be down the dumps without You changing my life. You bless me so much everyday that sometimes i dont even realise it. Daddy, thank You so much from the bottom of my heart! You rock la God! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget the rest, thank you so much for your well wishes! i cant bear to delete my sms inbox :( but i think it has to make way for messages soon. sigh. motorola has such a small message capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my God is good. He is the giver of all good things! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-4352270342898518409?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4352270342898518409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4352270342898518409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-my.html' title='blessed again.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-9146902763859233554</id><published>2007-07-25T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:43:45.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah.</title><content type='html'>i really need to say this&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JORDAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PASSED HIS DRIVING TEST ON HIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FIRST ATTEMPT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH. i am so impressed! you go jordanio!! *WAVES POM POMS FRANTICALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be driven around! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, now i4C has two drivers. joshua and jordan. who will be the next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-looks at zeebing :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-9146902763859233554?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/9146902763859233554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/9146902763859233554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/wah.html' title='wah.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-6303240377646012171</id><published>2007-07-23T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:48:23.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy's back!</title><content type='html'>just came back from changi airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title says it all, daddy's back!! :D &lt;em&gt;*prances around the room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he came back with more LeSportsac bags for serena and I! :D &lt;em&gt;*dances happily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS i &lt;strong&gt;satisfied my craving&lt;/strong&gt; at T2's sakae sushi! :D &lt;em&gt;*pats tummy&lt;/em&gt;. God answered my prayer! i could taste the food perfectly (: and i can still taste the sashimi in my mouth. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed. &lt;em&gt;*gives a contented sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope that we can make it for the shopping trip to shanghai at the end of this year. it'll just be food and shopping and more food and more shopping. wah. can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-6303240377646012171?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6303240377646012171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6303240377646012171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/daddys-back.html' title='daddy&apos;s back!'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-2789143457076841105</id><published>2007-07-23T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T17:22:12.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I meet You in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I know You died for me and rose from the grave&lt;br /&gt;And now You’re living again&lt;br /&gt;I’ll not forget the way You’ve suffered for me&lt;br /&gt;This love You’ve given me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Has changed my life completely&lt;br /&gt;Your grace is all I need to live a holy life for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I meet You in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’d want to say to You,&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve done my Father’s will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And served Your kingdom in my life&lt;br /&gt;When I meet You in heaven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’d see angels surrounding You&lt;br /&gt;Worshipping and adoring You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Your glory so majestic&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like I’ve ever seen&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-mellimoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-2789143457076841105?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/2789143457076841105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/2789143457076841105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-i-meet-you-in-heaven.html' title='When I meet You in Heaven'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-9080101341198952166</id><published>2007-07-22T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:19:51.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flu.</title><content type='html'>the flu monster has haunted me for 5 days non-stop. so irritating. it makes me so lethargic and not able to do anything. and i can't taste my food properly :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like quite a number of people are also pu jua-ing around me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, I think i'll get to fufill my already-on-for-6-days-craving for sakae sushi tomorrow with daddy at changi airport :D hehehhehe. i really pray that I won't have flu so that i can taste the food and have a nice family dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and woah, &lt;strong&gt;nubian gents&lt;/strong&gt; were wonderfully totally fabulously(is there such a word?) awesome. i can really see them dancing with all their might and strength all for the glory of God. so cool! really inspiring. not that i would ever dance, haha i can't dance for nuts, but their spirit of excellence really spurs one on to give one's best to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i just received snail mail from rachie teo! :D ahahhaa. its so exciting to receive mail when nobody really does it nowadays as there's the internet. hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-9080101341198952166?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/9080101341198952166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/9080101341198952166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/flu.html' title='flu.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-4645135205533882671</id><published>2007-07-18T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:59:41.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>The weather's really unpredictable nowadays. the sun can shine so brightly and then an hour later, it'll start to pour like cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. im feeling feverish. God help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hungry recently. shop and save has just officially opened downstairs today and I'm over the moon. hahaha. Its like right at my doorstep that kinda thing, so i don't have to travel another 200m to Ntuc or other provision shops. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an&lt;strong&gt; immense&lt;/strong&gt; craving for sakae sushi nowadays. don't ask me why. it's been for 2 days straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and daddy's coming back on 24th july! :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-4645135205533882671?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4645135205533882671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/4645135205533882671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-7046314054284063709</id><published>2007-07-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:33:28.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>party party</title><content type='html'>pictures from the party we planned for 2 whole weeks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RpuO7iIQb0I/AAAAAAAAACc/rDZE1ZCd4-c/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087817357469970242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RpuO7iIQb0I/AAAAAAAAACc/rDZE1ZCd4-c/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday dearest &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;serena! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;JAYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PRADA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GRACEY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WACEY!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RpuOvCIQbzI/AAAAAAAAACU/phekctP0B0o/s1600-h/Flowergirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087817142721605426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RpuOvCIQbzI/AAAAAAAAACU/phekctP0B0o/s320/Flowergirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're such spastic flower girls. I love you many many! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-7046314054284063709?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7046314054284063709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7046314054284063709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/party-party.html' title='party party'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RpuO7iIQb0I/AAAAAAAAACc/rDZE1ZCd4-c/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-3755946342402942331</id><published>2007-07-13T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:20:02.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small group</title><content type='html'>turf city day out! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RpcmiiIQbwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zxCH3focTL8/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086576678857109250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RpcmiiIQbwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zxCH3focTL8/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; thank You for them God!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-3755946342402942331?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3755946342402942331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3755946342402942331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/small-group.html' title='small group'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RpcmiiIQbwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zxCH3focTL8/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-5003309182649204837</id><published>2007-07-09T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:29:46.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being positive</title><content type='html'>even as I feel that the workload in school is really getting heavier as common tests and promos are coming up, I am so wonderfully glad that my Best Friend is right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can and &lt;u&gt;choose&lt;/u&gt; to be &lt;strong&gt;positive&lt;/strong&gt; with God as He goes thru' everything with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank You for sending people to encourage me when I'm tired,&lt;br /&gt;thank You for loving me always (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little mischievious and me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RpHjECRxqLI/AAAAAAAAABs/UBxXVBDB7XU/s1600-h/08-07-07_2133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085095112748411058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RpHjECRxqLI/AAAAAAAAABs/UBxXVBDB7XU/s320/08-07-07_2133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cute ain't he ? -grins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-5003309182649204837?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5003309182649204837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5003309182649204837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/being-positive.html' title='being positive'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RpHjECRxqLI/AAAAAAAAABs/UBxXVBDB7XU/s72-c/08-07-07_2133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-8398019539917108180</id><published>2007-07-05T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:58:52.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stoked and John.</title><content type='html'>hmm John left for melbourne today. guess practices will somehow be very different without him. haha. i think we'll miss his horrendously funny antics alot, like &lt;em&gt;alot.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more girly mans and high pitched out of tune mockery -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, &lt;em&gt;"the times we had"&lt;/em&gt; thing stoked was laughing like mad over today is still stuck in my head. so low! and we were trying hard not to sound monotone. hahahaha! we really need to transpose! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder if we'll still build abs we won't regret. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Ro0OVSRxqKI/AAAAAAAAABk/iZ5AZC-SlS4/s1600-h/C%2526K-0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Ro0OVSRxqKI/AAAAAAAAABk/iZ5AZC-SlS4/s320/C%2526K-0629.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083735313217595554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-8398019539917108180?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8398019539917108180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8398019539917108180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/stoked-and-john.html' title='stoked and John.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Ro0OVSRxqKI/AAAAAAAAABk/iZ5AZC-SlS4/s72-c/C%2526K-0629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-7662511299126653255</id><published>2007-07-01T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:31:52.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>149th post.</title><content type='html'>to be content in every situation does not mean being lazy right now. but rather, it is to strive ahead but in that process, you are content at wherever God has placed you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. now i truly understand (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When mountains fall and reason fails&lt;br /&gt;I choose to praise You still&lt;br /&gt;Cos I know while I'm praising You&lt;br /&gt;Your power sees me through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-7662511299126653255?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7662511299126653255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7662511299126653255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/149th-post.html' title='149th post.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-6281603252011425049</id><published>2007-06-28T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:29:23.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things i like.</title><content type='html'>i like. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long bus rides with music blasting in my ears&lt;br /&gt;raspberry cheese tarts&lt;br /&gt;percy the pig&lt;br /&gt;nice dining&lt;br /&gt;daisies, especially when the petals have a different color on their underside&lt;br /&gt;cloud watching&lt;br /&gt;star gazing&lt;br /&gt;fireworks&lt;br /&gt;polkadots and stripes&lt;br /&gt;korean/hongkong drama serials (channel 55!)&lt;br /&gt;my digital piano&lt;br /&gt;blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm so random. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-6281603252011425049?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6281603252011425049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6281603252011425049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-i-like.html' title='things i like.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-8252245510316455908</id><published>2007-06-27T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:17:08.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RoJRrSRxqJI/AAAAAAAAABc/1MxQ-F5rrSA/s1600-h/28-05-07_1639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RoJRrSRxqJI/AAAAAAAAABc/1MxQ-F5rrSA/s320/28-05-07_1639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080713133709961362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the picture above. see the heart-shaped cloud in the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how God showed His love for me today, when I was just thinking about my dad being away and got quite upset again. His love is able to make me whole again (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, I choose to thank You still cos' You see the whole picture. I'll just hand it up to you alr. You have really taught me how to treasure You and my dad even more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God showers His children with an everlasting love. sometimes we just fail to see it. its really good to just stop for a while in our busy lives and think about our awesome and loving God of the universe, and then just thank Him for it and adore Him. And surely, it'll make Him smile even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-8252245510316455908?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8252245510316455908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8252245510316455908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/his-love.html' title='His Love'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RoJRrSRxqJI/AAAAAAAAABc/1MxQ-F5rrSA/s72-c/28-05-07_1639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-636772764020182736</id><published>2007-06-25T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T16:24:23.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indulgence</title><content type='html'>whoa, my fridge is filled with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad came back from china with two big boxes of Dove last last week, and uncle tan came back with a big packet of milk chocolates and 3 family-size bars of dark chocolates from switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent touched chocolates for a really long time cos i'm always afraid that i'll develop a sore throat. but this is too great to resist, especially the swiss ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried the dove bar, but daddy bought the wrong flavor :( i want hazelnut. this tastes a bit like coffee with nuts on it. but of course i still appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the swiss chocs are really nice! like fantastic, so creamy and so smooth. i prefer the milk ones to the dark ones though. dark ones are kinda bitter. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to restrict myself to four pieces a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad left for china again today, probably for about a month. edwin cried like mad yesterday. made me and my sister cry too. ha. maybe its because we've gone on a holiday with him and grew more attached? or maybe its because edwin cried and that makes us feel like crying too. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis wp said i've gotta pray that singapore needs him more than china because nothing is definite, especially in the engineering world. so, i'm gonna pray in this direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and God said yesterday that He's the God over the good times and bad times. so yeah, i know God's with me still and He's sovereign (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you Jesus! thank You for always being there for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-636772764020182736?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/636772764020182736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/636772764020182736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/indulgence.html' title='indulgence'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-5734183368086132102</id><published>2007-06-23T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:32:52.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>I just want to thank God for everything, whether big or small. I'm so filled with gratitude right now that words cant express it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the giver of all good things. He is the lover of my soul. He is so protective of me. He watches over me every single moment, nothing escapes from His eyes. He is warm and affectionate, eager to spend every moment with me. He is closer to me than i can ever imagine. He is so great, so mighty, and yet He chose to give His son for me, a worthless sinner. He calls me His dearly beloved child, the apple of His eye. He reigns over all the world. He is sovereign! He is able to turn everything around for the good of those who love Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He alone is my God! He alone deserves all my praises and honor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who i am today, victorious over the enemy who seeks to destroy me because You stooped down to make me great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jrEEwgYN0l/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jrEEwgYN0l/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Never Let Me Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Joel Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the shadows my spirit weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love broke through the darkness and lifted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I know You'll never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the storm, in the raging sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love conquered the fear and delivered me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I know You'll never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh love in the shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Be the light who leads me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your love I will follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Be my guide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your will be done oh Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the arms of the One unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love carried the cross that was meant for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I know You'll never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh love in the shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Be the light who leads me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your love I will follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Be my guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your will be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh love I surrender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now forever I'll belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the love of the Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You are faithful, You are strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In this life as I walk these streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love open my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Show me what You see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I know I'll never let You go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;break my heart for what breaks Yours O God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-5734183368086132102?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5734183368086132102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5734183368086132102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-5526594817216584627</id><published>2007-06-21T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:49:00.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dearest cheryl</title><content type='html'>just decided to post pictures of a friend that's been with me for the past 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqdKZXMRsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/d87FMNr-hCQ/s1600-h/IMG000037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078544331746068162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqdKZXMRsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/d87FMNr-hCQ/s200/IMG000037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqdKpXMRtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5rJhY5oO4PY/s1600-h/IMG000038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078544336041035474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqdKpXMRtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5rJhY5oO4PY/s200/IMG000038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqdKpXMRuI/AAAAAAAAABE/w2HcPogDHKA/s1600-h/IMG000039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqdKpXMRvI/AAAAAAAAABM/Osc2SCFjx_c/s1600-h/IMG000043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078544336041035506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqdKpXMRvI/AAAAAAAAABM/Osc2SCFjx_c/s200/IMG000043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqdK5XMRwI/AAAAAAAAABU/7NRRsqLhXC0/s1600-h/IMG000045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078544340336002818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqdK5XMRwI/AAAAAAAAABU/7NRRsqLhXC0/s200/IMG000045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. i love you cheryl! i thank God for placing you in my life! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-5526594817216584627?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5526594817216584627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5526594817216584627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-decided-to-post-pictures-of-friend.html' title='dearest cheryl'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqdKZXMRsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/d87FMNr-hCQ/s72-c/IMG000037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-2772285392391669179</id><published>2007-06-21T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:56:56.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changed skin.</title><content type='html'>haha. i decided to change my blogskin. cos im just too lazy to meddle with html. its so time consuming and frustrating, especially for people like me who know nuts about computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edwin said something really random yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jie jie, " he says as he puts his arms over my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;"what?"&lt;br /&gt;"i think i'm allergic to you leh. Ahhh chooo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh imagine the look on my face -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more amused at the fact that he knows the word &lt;em&gt;allergic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqDDJXMRoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I1yybEeh2Nc/s1600-h/IMG000027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078515619889694338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqDDJXMRoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I1yybEeh2Nc/s320/IMG000027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. that's his current msn display picture. how cute! and seeing him play uno with his best friend online makes me wanna laugh. haha. kids are so high tech nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-2772285392391669179?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/2772285392391669179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/2772285392391669179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/changed-skin.html' title='changed skin.'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqDDJXMRoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I1yybEeh2Nc/s72-c/IMG000027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-68673046696064272</id><published>2007-06-19T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:04:10.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always wanted an older brother or sister to take care of me when i see other people have kor kors and jie jies that care so much for them. hahaha. yes i'm the oldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I realised that God has answered my little thought that fleets pass my mind like ten times a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Rnf99ZXMRnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F1TWQtwi_Gc/s1600-h/DSCN0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077806336105530994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Rnf99ZXMRnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F1TWQtwi_Gc/s320/DSCN0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting a group of people that are really dear to my heart (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's shovel is always always bigger than ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-68673046696064272?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/68673046696064272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/68673046696064272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-always-wanted-older-brother-or.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/Rnf99ZXMRnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F1TWQtwi_Gc/s72-c/DSCN0551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-5871599580459548799</id><published>2007-06-14T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:52:13.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ER</title><content type='html'>ER WAS AWESOME!! Time passed by so quickly that I didnt realise that dawn had turned to dusk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really touched by God's love once again. I'm very very amazed at how much He loves His people. and i FINALLY watched the Passion of the Christ. like finally. haha, after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqQcJXMRpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gOJarUySI6s/s1600-h/200541831-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078530343037585042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqQcJXMRpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gOJarUySI6s/s320/200541831-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;". . The beloved of the Lord shall dwell in safety by Him, who shelters him all the day long; and &lt;strong&gt;he shall dwell between His shoulders&lt;/strong&gt;." -Deut 33:12 [NKJV]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it? This is how God carries his children! see how much He loves us and desires so much for us to be close to Him. haha. of course i don't cover God's eyes duh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another verse that touched me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Lord your God in your midst, The Mighty One, will save; &lt;strong&gt;He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you in His love, He will rejoice over you with singing&lt;/strong&gt;." - Zeph 3:17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God actually breaks out into a joyful song when He sees me! which is like everytime. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bible is indeed a love letter from God above to His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how awesome a God i serve! It is only in God that I find fufillment in life. amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-5871599580459548799?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5871599580459548799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/5871599580459548799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/er-was-awesome-time-passed-by-so.html' title='ER'/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OIw8qm0uLoA/RnqQcJXMRpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gOJarUySI6s/s72-c/200541831-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-618267604231402807</id><published>2007-06-11T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:53:58.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;" You have hedged me behind and before, and laid Your hand upon me." -Psalm 139:5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how awesome is the Lord Most High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this verse really touches my heart. He loves us so much that He wants to protect us with His whole heart. He doesn't want us to get hurt. His eyes are always upon us. the bible calls us the apple of His eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a joy this is! what a comfort! we're so secure in His hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to walk out of God's umbrella of shelter. and the only way to do that is to keep His commands. i know that His commands are not there because He wants to deprive christians of 'fun'. His commands are there to set a boundary for us so that we would not harm ourselves. His commands are there because He loves us and knows what's good for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just like a mum who doesn't allow her toddler to touch the stove. She sees the whole picture and hence sets the rule. even though the toddler does not understand why her mum is depriving her of her want to 'explore' the stove, and struggles with it, but it doesnt mean that the toddler is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we cannot understand the rationale of God's commands at the moment, and we might only realise it like in the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i learnt something, sometimes we gotta handle not knowing why and trust in Him and His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next time, when we struggle to obey God's commandments, stop and think, and realise that His commands are out of love. He does not want us to go the wrong way and draw away from Him, the only Light that can guide our lives, the only Hope, the only eternal Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it would be much easier to obey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh! i webcam-ed with audrey yesterday! oh the power of technology that lets us connect over the ocean. how wonderful. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really great time of catching up. missed her so much. but yay! she'll come back in like half a year more! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still very amused by my brother's antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mum&lt;/strong&gt;: edwin! where are you? come and eat medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my brother&lt;/strong&gt;[who is hiding under the table in my room screams]: edwin is not here! edwin is not here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at my mum and laughter rang throughout the house. wahahaha. silly little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. okay, off to do PW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-618267604231402807?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/618267604231402807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/618267604231402807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-have-hedged-me-behind-and-before.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-8785680813790210165</id><published>2007-06-08T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:07:39.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. finally, quick and easy access to the internet at my fingertips. no more difficult fiddling with the psp or running around houses. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-8785680813790210165?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8785680813790210165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8785680813790210165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/hallelujah-i-got-new-laptop-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-9091209069880174024</id><published>2007-02-26T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:45:00.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im really enjoying stoked a.k.a band 3 practices more and more these days. as what they say, ''we're family." haha. too bad i couldnt join them for the usual macs late dinner cos i had something on. i like it when we talk rubbish and laugh like nobody's business. hahaha. im already looking forward to the next practice! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a thing i experienced today again is that God really loves us in very practical ways. so practical that sometimes i fail to see it. i pray that i'd always have a thankful heart so i won't miss out on what He does for me and give Him all due praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh dad will be leaving for china again tomorrow night. He's been back for so long that i forgot that he needs to leave again. ha. but nevermind, he'll be back for good by the end of april.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh i wanna faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a cake for dad as a surprise just now to celebrate his birthday for him earlier. i told my brother edwin not to tell him the surprise but he spoiled it! ah. it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; dad you faster bathe okay? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edwin:&lt;/strong&gt; ya! cos we got surprise for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; AHH! nooo. you're not supposed to tell him there's a surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edwin:&lt;/strong&gt; what... i just told him got surprise for him only mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my little brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-9091209069880174024?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/9091209069880174024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/9091209069880174024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-really-enjoying-stoked.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-7029916545393153464</id><published>2007-02-12T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T02:41:15.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)  :D  x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's back. dad's back. dad's back. the house's abit more alive now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum and dad came back with like one million things from shanghai. 3 big luggages plus one small one. its always exciting to see them unpack the stuff and see what they got for us. hehehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a happy girl. and i shall end my post here now. haha. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-7029916545393153464?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7029916545393153464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/7029916545393153464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/d-x-dads-back.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-2555450190582092295</id><published>2007-02-11T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:19:25.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man, she'll be gone for ten whole months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, it sounds very much better than 4 years. hahaha. at least drey'll be coming back for yi camp and mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sad but yet happy at the same time. ironic mel. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as what jordan said, time would really fly past really quickly. before i end year 1, she'd be back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall look on the brighter side then. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DADDY'S COMING BACK! IN LIKE 4 HOURS TIME! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered my family's prayer. we prayed for like half a year that God would send dad back to singapore and create a job for him so he wont be that needed in china. and He did (: boss wants him in singapore. so dad's going back on the 26th for about one month to settle stuff there and get stationed back in singapore again. he'd just probably need to take only short business trips overseas to make sure things are going fine there i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLELUJAH! (: this is clearly God's intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and from what i learnt and experienced, God is a practical God (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how awesome is the Lord Most High&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-2555450190582092295?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/2555450190582092295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/2555450190582092295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-man-shell-be-gone-for-ten-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-3081468475495439753</id><published>2007-01-28T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:19:26.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love i4c.&lt;br /&gt;i really love i4c.&lt;br /&gt;but i love the God who made this i4c possible more(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like crying yesterday when i saw them leave the dinner table one by one for home yesterday. mad right. haha. cos i only get to see them all once a week, and maybe see a few twice a week. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but haha. i shall look on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jj's not bad after all. haha. i love my class. they're really a noisy bunch of people who like to talk nonsense. and oh! i learnt how to converse better in chinese there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye i gotta go. internet's down so i cant really update. ciao! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-3081468475495439753?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3081468475495439753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3081468475495439753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-i4c.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-6941237597416909146</id><published>2006-12-29T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:18:46.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back from retreat.&lt;br /&gt;and its really a retreat! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not making sense eh?&lt;br /&gt;aye its just a nice short break with wonderful people after the busiest period of the year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eek there's an ant crawling on my hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anw back to my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been seriously awesome this 2006. when i choose to walk closely He never fails to add countless blessings in my life. from small things to big things. so many things that i never imagined i would have and do for God came to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really the best thing on earth to walk with Christ. &lt;strong&gt;THE BEST THING.&lt;/strong&gt; cos you know that your future's secured. and that He loves you so much and does everything in your life for your benefit. im not saying that life is a bed of roses, but that circumstances fade away as i fix my eyes on Him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really thank God for the immense growth and breakthrough that i4C experienced this year. if God and zb didnt tell me to hold on, i'd probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray that i'd keep the faith throughout next year and the years to come. cos God has plans for me beyond my wildest dreams! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-6941237597416909146?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6941237597416909146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6941237597416909146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-from-retreat.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-6575148419591944812</id><published>2006-12-15T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:56:32.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, i know im kinda late. .&lt;br /&gt;but mission trip was &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, what can i say. i know that i've grown much more closer to God and being much more prayerful. kicked out much of the self dependent attitude to a 'i need God totally in everything' kind of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, before MT, my faith target was for 1000 people to be reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall declare this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD IS FAITHFUL. but hey, when was He not ever faithful? (: anw, in the refugee camp on one night alone, there were more than a thousand salvations. so yes! target reached! i will aim for more. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every night when people raised their hands to say the simple prayer that would allow God into their hearts, my team and i would beam like mad. our joy was overflowing. and i remember saying to a few peeps that God was grinning like crazy then. haha. then i rmb audrey saying 'ya, he's grinning from ear to ear.' (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahha. not that God really has ears.  .He's spirit form. we're just describing it in human terms. but of course, even human terms cannot describe the joy that God is feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so glad im part of this army that is led by this wonderful person called JESUS CHRIST who has won the war two thousand plus years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE'RE A VICTORIOUS ARMY!&lt;/strong&gt; we will take singapore like how we take thailand! (: and of course, signs and wonders will continue to follow us, the people who believe in the true and living God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My God is big and mighty to save. He's all we need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we dont need the devil cos the devil is a liar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-6575148419591944812?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6575148419591944812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/6575148419591944812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/haha-i-know-im-kinda-late.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-1084815839286145235</id><published>2006-11-19T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T13:42:45.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>celine's testimony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God told her to fast on monday for two new comers. so without knowing who, she fasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday, ken brought two new comers, grace and serene! and she got so excited when she saw the people whom she had fasted for! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, God is specific isn't He?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i adopted a cyber pet. haha. i know that i've said a million times that i dont like animals, cos they scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is not real, so its not life threatening. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a purplish PINK hedgehog. haha. go play with it, its under profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-1084815839286145235?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/1084815839286145235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/1084815839286145235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/celines-testimony-god-told-her-to-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-1398470292820529656</id><published>2006-11-16T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:55:25.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God never fails to answer my prayers. not in my time, but in His time. everything, really everything is beautiful in His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's simply just a whisper that i tell myself, but He hears it and He answers it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant thank You enough Lord! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this horrendous headache today. it was throbbing at the back of my head at first, but it soon grew really really bad. i spoke in tongues and kept calling out to Jesus, and it fled. but after a while, it started to come back again. but when i call out "Jesus" , it would just flee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i struggled with it in the cafe for an hour when i tried to study. i dont know why. but when i was at the bus stop, a peace that was so overwhelming just flooded over me. and it totally removed the feeling of the headache that was threatening to come back any moment. needless to say, it was definitely God and i was healed perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headaches are definitely not from my lovely God, but He used it to cause me to learn how to depend on Him more and that He is the one that saves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this brings the illustration of the refiner purifying his silver to my mind. the refiner sits holds the silver in the fire to destroy the impurities. while heating it, he has to constantly keep his eyes on it so that the silver would not be destroyed by the flames. the refiner knows the silver is clean when he sees his image in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my God is like the refiner, the refiner of my soul. even when i go through tough times, i know that His eyes are still on me and He'll never leave me. that's why i believe that every situation whether good or bad is placed in my life by God for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life is in Your Hands! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-1398470292820529656?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/1398470292820529656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/1398470292820529656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/god-never-fails-to-answer-my-prayers.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-3435909132099166085</id><published>2006-11-15T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:07:03.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to attend missions trainings.&lt;br /&gt;i want to help out in fund raising.&lt;br /&gt;i want to spend more time with my cell.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat sakae sushi.&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat pasta at pastamania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do BUT , freedom is in *counts fingers* 4 days! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! i cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the silly current is leaking of the laptop. my hand hurts :( somebody actually suggested wearing rubber gloves. i think i shall consider this solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gosh. mun kidd actually wanted to study chem after the chem paper tmr. ya, study in preparation for A levels. and karyn caught the bug and wants to study biology tomorrow, for entrance exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to faint. i dont know how serious they are about this. haha. i've a feeling they won't. sshh, dont tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im talking rubbish. i just need an outlet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i caught the art of randomization from my cell;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love 3 o'clocks! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-3435909132099166085?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3435909132099166085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/3435909132099166085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-to-attend-missions-trainings.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-8455125506948471276</id><published>2006-11-14T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:37:50.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Before i knew You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were looking forward to me calling You "Father"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wanted nothing more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than for me to accept the gift of Your salvation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You called me to return home and im so glad i did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On that day, Your face was filled with tears of joy as angels applauded away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A major celebration was held as You wrote my name down in the book of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then somehow i knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how much You yearned for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how much Your heart broke as You saw the enemy toy with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, i can't thank You enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your arms is where i want to be forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is indeed the greatest love story ever. God's arms are open to all who call unto Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-8455125506948471276?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8455125506948471276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/8455125506948471276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/before-i-knew-you-you-were-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-116239205308136732</id><published>2006-11-01T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:19:13.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's really great to study with siblings-in-christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get all tired and frown at my exam timetable, karyn will be quick to say "throw! throw! throw!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw what you might ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw my burdens at Jesus.the only one who can take all my worrying and fears.and the best part is, He knows how to deal with it.its so comforting to know that im in the big big Hands one of the One who holds the entire universe, who has everything in His control, who offers unlimited love, joy and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to take things one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll rejoice like crazy on the 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-116239205308136732?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/116239205308136732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/116239205308136732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-really-great-to-study-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-116179264321138137</id><published>2006-10-25T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:19:13.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! MT cost covered fully by my dad(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my God provides! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum and dad are coming up with ideas for missions carnival, on how to raise funds.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, i realise how much i love my siblings.when serena was away at ER, i spent 3 hours alone watching tv.and if you know mellimoo, she doesnt really watch tv unless she's really bored or alone at home.and then at night, there's no one to "sshh!" to because she's not laughing hysterically and playing with edwin.the house seemed so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, edwin and i took many shots of ourselves on the serena-less night.wahahhaa.wish i could upload, but it's on my phone.and it refuses to connect with my laptop.better treasure those photos, cos edwin's growing up really fast and i think he wont be that keen to entertain my love for the camera anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and both of them were so sweet to accompany me yesterday when i was studying late at night in my room.edwin was playing with his gameboy and serena was halfway chatting to me and halfway writing some report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for the two of them.i've gotta learn how to treasure them even more and not take them for granted.yup (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, shall take a mini break and watch the remaining of 'the pacifier'.hahha.guess who am i lazing on the couch with? (: this time im not alone.hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-116179264321138137?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/116179264321138137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/116179264321138137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay-mt-cost-covered-fully-by-my-dad-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-116032179128592659</id><published>2006-10-08T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:19:13.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall post this to glorify God's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a miracle.it's regarding my english prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember i started with the formal letter first.i got so carried away till i took one hour.and that left very little time for my composition.i had only half an hour to write and plan it.i panicked like a crazy woman.to cut the long story short, and i think i wrote the worst essay ever.i dint even have a proper plot,my vocab range was rather small and i had an abrupt ending.my handwriting was not really legible too as i was trembling like some mad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i handed in paper 1.i got so upset that i cried.i mean, its prelims.and it's enligsh!L1 leh!goodness, what was i doing back then? well, God is good.He sent people to encourage me.hannah told me that when she wrote essays that she was so confident about, she didnt score so well.but when she wrote the nastiest essays, God turned up and changed the situation, helping her to score well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point, i realised the need to rely on God's strength instead of my own.my confidence should be in God alone, and not myself.so i prayed and felt much better.doubt would set in, but i held on by God's strength.God told me He was much bigger than anything else, bigger than my paper, bigger than my marker, even bigger than my principal and the high high people up there on the exam board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a new confidence, i did my paper 2.and i thought i wrote the best summary of my life as i found 18 points, when i usually cant even hit 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big day finally arrived.as i looked at the marks i scored for my compo, i couldnt believe my eyes.21/30.i looked at my formal letter, also 21/30.i got 35/50 for compre too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i heard the Holy Spirit whisper and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You see, you put confidence in yourself for the formal letter.and you got the same score as the essay where you put your confidence in Me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.moral of the story? Put your confidence in God rather than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the Holy Spirit reminded me of a verse in psalm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't count on your warhorse to give you victory- for all its strength, it cannot save you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amen, only my God can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got A1 for english (: and it's the very first for any secondary school exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all glory to God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-116032179128592659?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/116032179128592659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/116032179128592659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-shall-post-this-to-glorify-gods-name.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-115970588677325034</id><published>2006-10-01T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:19:12.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will not worry, i choose not to be worried.even when i think of my english prelim paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i believe You have a way!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-115970588677325034?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/115970588677325034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/115970588677325034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-will-not-worry-i-choose-not-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-115908398257847084</id><published>2006-09-24T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:19:12.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song of surrender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where i am&lt;br /&gt;Your hand never fails to reach me&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard it is,&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;Because of Your marvelous work on the cross&lt;br /&gt;I'm now set free, so set free&lt;br /&gt;And now i've found You&lt;br /&gt;my hope in life, my all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i just want to surrender my everything&lt;br /&gt;Take my whole life, now it's Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing this song of surrender to You&lt;br /&gt;Cos' Your love picked me up and showed me how to live&lt;br /&gt;till now, You grace still amazes me&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i long for more of You, Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-115908398257847084?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/115908398257847084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/115908398257847084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/song-of-surrender-no-matter-where-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-115729025207108926</id><published>2006-09-03T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:19:12.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i can go for mission trip this year! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never goes back on His word.and He always arrives in the nick of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i faced alot of objections from my parents this year.and i mean alot.they alr said last year that my sister and i could not go this year cos' blah blah blah.i was rather disheartened then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this year, i tried asking from the beginning of the year.they said they dint see the need to go again.sister wanping told me to tell them that every year, we would go to different places and learn a whole lot of new things.each trip just wasnt the same.i told my mum just that but it didnt seem to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in july, i began to panic.and our dear God showed me this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#990000&gt;"Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank Him for all He has done. Then you will experience God's peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. HIs peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was telling me not to worry, and that i would surely get the approval from my parents.so i held on.sometimes, worry would began to set into my heart but the Holy Spirit would always remind me of what God has said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so throughout last week, i began to ask my parents again.dad just came back from shanghai so it was the perfect time to ask.i began to see that they were more willing to let me go.as the week passed, it got better and better.God was working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so today, dad signed the form with full approval and support from mum.they even suggested ideas for the fund raising we were going to have in nov! (: praise You God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, He never goes back on His word! and the reason why i said He always arrives in the nick of time is because dad is going back to China to work tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember singing 'mighty to save' yesterday in service.it's a really beautiful song, about my Saviour moving mountains and being mighty in saving me.i told God that my mountain was mission trip approval then.and ha! He moved that mountain in my life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i serve an awesome God! (: and i know that He'll use youth impact so mightily in thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait God! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos You are faithful&lt;br /&gt;to all that You have promised&lt;br /&gt;and loving,&lt;br /&gt;in all of Your ways&lt;br /&gt;and still,&lt;br /&gt;with all of my failings&lt;br /&gt;You love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-115729025207108926?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/115729025207108926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/115729025207108926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-can-go-for-mission-trip-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084617.post-115676664274331437</id><published>2006-08-28T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:19:11.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one more thing i've learnt about studying:&lt;br /&gt;i study to develop my mind for God to use! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine not exercising your brain with tough math questions, critical thinking questions.totally not reaching the potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thank God for studying.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying with dear cheryl lee 7 was productive! (: see ya soon again! you've been a great study partner! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, tata for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084617-115676664274331437?l=mellimoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/115676664274331437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084617/posts/default/115676664274331437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mellimoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-more-thing-ive-learnt-about.html' title=''/><author><name>mellimoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
