<?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-3148493471548771815</id><updated>2011-10-08T02:29:52.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SomethingAboutGrace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148493471548771815.post-6770380412448069734</id><published>2011-07-24T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:38:20.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th July 2011 _ Xpansion or Xplosion ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;begin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Merriam-Webster :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Expansion is the act of or process of expanding ; whilst&lt;br /&gt;Explosion is&amp;nbsp; a large scale,rapid or spectacular expansion or bursting out or forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now during the church praise celebration , pastor&amp;nbsp;blessed the church&amp;nbsp;with the gift of expansion for our lives, but I really feel that in&amp;nbsp;HIS heart , what Jesus really want is that&amp;nbsp;He want us to explode with&amp;nbsp;Love to&amp;nbsp;Him ; &amp;nbsp;a large scale , rapid &amp;amp; spectacular increased a.k.a Revival For Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love ? What is love for me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AuGOH4Nwsgc/TiwtM5qFaSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/csPBYkvnEEI/s1600/love+wall+paper.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AuGOH4Nwsgc/TiwtM5qFaSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/csPBYkvnEEI/s320/love+wall+paper.bmp" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want in my life&amp;nbsp;is someone who loves me&amp;nbsp;more than I love him, who&amp;nbsp;dare to scold&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;when I did something stupid but still forgive me in the end, care about the all the&amp;nbsp;little things about&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;( like the&amp;nbsp;staples that stuck into my thumb and cause it to bleed last week ) and still think I am beautiful even when I am 80 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can i get my perfect lover ? ..Have a guess . Ha ha ...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I should&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;known .&amp;nbsp;He is already with me all these times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&amp;nbsp;was here before the beginning and stay with us to the end . &lt;br /&gt;~Cheers ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3148493471548771815-6770380412448069734?l=somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/6770380412448069734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3148493471548771815&amp;postID=6770380412448069734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/6770380412448069734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/6770380412448069734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/2011/07/24th-july-2011-xpansion-or-xplosion.html' title='24th July 2011 _ Xpansion or Xplosion ?'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AuGOH4Nwsgc/TiwtM5qFaSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/csPBYkvnEEI/s72-c/love+wall+paper.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148493471548771815.post-5818521067775164644</id><published>2011-01-22T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T12:18:42.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE more day in LOVE with~ *You*</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTpBGptxQtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5aJ68giKMc4/s1600/DSC02176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTpBGptxQtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5aJ68giKMc4/s400/DSC02176.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Step Into Strawberry Farm!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTpCqgwM7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/G7bNqePRPWs/s1600/DSC02169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTpCqgwM7ZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/G7bNqePRPWs/s200/DSC02169.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;STrawberry!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;God really blessed us with safe journey and good weather during our journey to Cameron Highland last week. Gals only trip&amp;nbsp;( with one keep having car sick all the way up and down the hill of Cameron ~ who else but me! ).We finally reached home safely and my car&amp;nbsp;is still&amp;nbsp;in ONE piece...Everywhere we go , we seem to be bombarded by Strawberry , strawberry and more Strawberry. Red color , strawberry shape items were on sale everywhere. Cameron sure changes a lot since the last time I was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTpFxA7nZ9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/uUtH5Dzg3yM/s1600/DSC02159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTpFxA7nZ9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/uUtH5Dzg3yM/s400/DSC02159.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Under the ** Cameron SkY**&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Great weather whenever we want to go out but hotter than my memories of the Cameron last time and I&amp;nbsp;only sent a simple prayer to God with no fasting and hours of praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTpIM9CPIkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rktqHqa_EzY/s1600/DSC02145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTpIM9CPIkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rktqHqa_EzY/s320/DSC02145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only can see the 'eyes' , sure the 'Boh Tea is good lor . Haha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TToxUjF5a5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/BUnmWX4zpBQ/s1600/DSC02192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TToxUjF5a5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/BUnmWX4zpBQ/s320/DSC02192.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strawberry moment **&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTo6UwZBMDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/H-bd4Ek2owE/s1600/DSC02189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTo6UwZBMDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/H-bd4Ek2owE/s320/DSC02189.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strawberry deLights!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTo-zYSovaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gBW0ygsIMlQ/s1600/DSC02185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTo-zYSovaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gBW0ygsIMlQ/s320/DSC02185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Cute*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;After we had our 'TEA' or is it after? Haha, not important. We went to a beautiful cafe in Berinchang. Another round of civilised delights in STRAWBERRY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTpKyJXdRFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/B2gyyCGTXm4/s1600/DSC02157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTpKyJXdRFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/B2gyyCGTXm4/s320/DSC02157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;~My lovely 'sista'~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ But the best moment definitely was the time when we can just be together and laugh and walk along side by side in our lives . God, thank you&amp;nbsp;for bringing all&amp;nbsp;these lovely people&amp;nbsp;into my life . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;(P/s: (^^) You are definitely one of them too if you are reading my blog ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;~God bless you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3148493471548771815-5818521067775164644?l=somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/5818521067775164644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3148493471548771815&amp;postID=5818521067775164644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/5818521067775164644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/5818521067775164644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/2011/01/22-january-2011-one-more-day-in-love.html' title='ONE more day in LOVE with~ *You*'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TTpBGptxQtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5aJ68giKMc4/s72-c/DSC02176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148493471548771815.post-5297658140143817819</id><published>2011-01-10T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:23:02.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A special friend sent this to me in 2008, and I had saved it because I was actually touched and encouraged by the story. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day, when I was a freshman in high school,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.&lt;br /&gt;His name was Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;It looked like he was carrying all of his books.&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?&lt;br /&gt;He must really be a nerd.'&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.&lt;br /&gt;They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him&lt;br /&gt;He looked up and I saw th is terrible sadness in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.&lt;br /&gt;As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. '&lt;br /&gt;They really should get lives.&lt;br /&gt;' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'&lt;br /&gt;There was a big smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.&lt;br /&gt;He said he ha d gone to private school before now.&lt;br /&gt;I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.&lt;br /&gt;We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.&lt;br /&gt;He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends&lt;br /&gt;He said yes.&lt;br /&gt;We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!&lt;br /&gt;' He just laughed and handed me half the books.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.&lt;br /&gt;When we were seniors we began to think about college.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle was valedictorian of our class.&lt;br /&gt;I teased him all the time about being a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;He had to prepare a speech for graduation.&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day, I saw Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;He looked great.&lt;br /&gt;He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.&lt;br /&gt;He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.&lt;br /&gt;He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, sometimes I was jealous! Today was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;I could see that he was nervous about his speech.&lt;br /&gt;So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;' Than ks,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began&lt;br /&gt;'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...&lt;br /&gt;I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tell you a story.'&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.&lt;br /&gt;He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.&lt;br /&gt;He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.&lt;br /&gt;'Thankfully, I was saved.&lt;br /&gt;My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'&lt;br /&gt;I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.&lt;br /&gt;I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.&lt;br /&gt;Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of your actions.&lt;br /&gt;With one small gesture you can change a person's life.&lt;br /&gt;For better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.&lt;br /&gt;Look for God in others.&lt;br /&gt;'Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.'&lt;br /&gt;There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a gift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Friends &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you feel that nobody appreciate what you are doing and understand you, then let me tell you that you are not the only one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have my down times as well,when it's hard to be positive, but then,its funny when message like this will be sent to me and remind me to persevere and keep on praying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3148493471548771815-5297658140143817819?l=somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/5297658140143817819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3148493471548771815&amp;postID=5297658140143817819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/5297658140143817819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/5297658140143817819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/2011/01/something-to-share.html' title='Something to share'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148493471548771815.post-1573222411563618629</id><published>2010-08-07T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:20:41.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>07th August 2010</title><content type='html'>Nearly 5 months since my last blog update. Wow , time really flies ! :) Let see what have I done in these few months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 2010- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;ture of colors,some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reds&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;greens&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yellows&lt;/span&gt; . Colors always cheer me up when I am down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 2010 - (^^) Manage to settle down my little sis to &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TF2K1rcohgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/h1Wio2hMhvk/s1600/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502706974517134850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TF2K1rcohgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/h1Wio2hMhvk/s200/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her new college life in TARC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; . &lt;/em&gt;Miss Berry Chua , my littlest sista but TALLER than me in height with bigger FEET ! That innocent looking 'rat' aka guinea pig is my sister's pet which is now under the custodian of my mum in JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 2010 - More challenges at work , deadline ~ end of 2nd Quarter of 2010.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502698698067188050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TF2DT7RMmVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pAutX16UEpQ/s200/38134_405841918089_632643089_4460695_609421_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502698465558765058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TF2DGZG3ngI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WjbKMMCQfYo/s320/37478_405843668089_632643089_4460733_288917_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 2010 - Baby&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MAtthias is born&lt;/strong&gt;. 7 months miracle child! I am officially Auntie Grace now.God bless Ps Caleb and sweet Mabel in the newest addition to the Lee Family. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TF2I7U8qSTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1DZsc9vxlWY/s1600/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502704872533412146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TF2I7U8qSTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1DZsc9vxlWY/s200/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502700350216065650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TF2E0GAL0nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TJCG8ASRDQA/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TF2Jr_gDDnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5WyDcaqihTE/s1600/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502705708589846130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TF2Jr_gDDnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5WyDcaqihTE/s200/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also attended Sook Hui's convocation this month. Ah , remind me of my own so many many years ago.A tired event,yes, but when you finally walked up the stage to receive your certificate , the feeling was so great. Sook Hui and Grace ( yup ,there is one more 'grace' in the picture), both of you looked very pretty that day.Hope you don't mind that I posted some of the pics here.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TF2FkNzFENI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iybxd0Eib-0/s1600/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TF2GI1yCwVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7wyZ02s8UM8/s1600/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 2010 - Worst flu ever, oh why do we have virus infection ?&lt;/strong&gt;Need to take emergency MC since it come so abrupt. Thank God that now I am getting better. For the time being , still under temporary 'NO VISIT BABY MATTHIAS ORDER' till the flu is over and that is good common sense since little baby just come out from ICU. I do not want him to catch flu yeah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;07/08/2010,tonight I received a revelation from Pastor 's sharing on the power of words. People always have choices. When you want to say something, you can either choose to bless people or curse them ( for eg belittle or pull down). I want to choose to bless and not curse because God has chosen to bless me and not curse me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend, do you know that ?And do you know that you don't need to wait for other people to come and bless you in prayer , but you yourself can pray and bless yourself as well?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember when I was very young, very ignorant, only know makan and play only, one of my favourite food is ice cream and I will drool when I see the ice cool sweet stuff. I will pester my mum to buy for me each time the ice-cream guy come.And when I finally got it, the feeling was so nice and sweet. Our Father in heaven want to give us our treats too. He don't mind us being greedy for His blessings. Let's us desire more and even bless our beloved one with the overflowing sweetness that God is pouring into our lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How to trust God ? When you decided to put down your worries , and just REST, God's love will come pouring in. Its simple in writing , but its really must take your heart to make it succeed.If you thought that you have already surrender your problems to God , but then your heart still feel heavy and like being heaped with 'BATU- BATA' , then most probably you are still keeping all your worries and using your own strength to move on. I am not asking you to forget the problems because 'loss of memory' is not the solution. For me , I know that I have let go 'something' to God because my heart suddenly will feel at peace and lighthearted. It is not easy because I will 'debate' with myself , what IF things become worse??? I am very blessed because God always send 'angels' to remind me of His love for me aka GRACE CHUA . My angels do not have wings, and own no supernatural power , but they like to come into my life in disguise of Pastors, friends and even passerby :P. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never judge a book by its cover. 'Angels' come in all kind of sizes! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3148493471548771815-1573222411563618629?l=somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/1573222411563618629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3148493471548771815&amp;postID=1573222411563618629' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/1573222411563618629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/1573222411563618629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/2010/08/07th-august-2010.html' title='07th August 2010'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/TF2K1rcohgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/h1Wio2hMhvk/s72-c/DSC00555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148493471548771815.post-1514678390111676074</id><published>2010-03-26T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:24:57.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th MARCH 2010</title><content type='html'>TOday is just like any normal day , woke up at 7am , rush rush prepared , then rush to the ever so packed with people LRT . Reach office around 8.41am , just 4 minutes shy of being late for work ! Start the day , clik clak'ing on my 2006 purchase PC ( sure its gonna break down on me soon , better get my external hard disk ready to save all my very important docs! ) . Replying some email , calls , handling complaint ( of course with my smile still stuck on my face :) ) . Time did start to blur by . Soon , before I could finish all my work , its already 5.15 PM ! Goodness ,my 'engine' started to cry for fuel so I quickly snatched some keropok to munch. Even my colleague that kept complaining on how the keropok will make her cough and sore throat was also muching away. God blessed the guy who bought the keropok for us. All the work momentum was starting to go downhill , so at about 6 ++ , I packed my stuff and went home. Cant always go back so early , so I better grab the chance now. RUsh rush and packed with all the 'sweet' people at the KLCC LRT. HUm.. And Soon , I am home :) ...... GOOD GOOD, bath , and back to my good ol' laptop clik clak'ing at my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont normally online that much , so this time , i have the time to check out some of my frens' blog. Well , some of them bring back sweet memories , and others just make me want to go right now and comfort them. But I know in my heart, even though in time of trouble,  I cant be there for them, God is . And where I cant go , He can . And where I dont know what to say, He can comfort. Isnt that something? :) . I am glad that I can pray for the people I loved, and its even better that they know I am keeping them in my prayer because I love them very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading my blog, then I just want you to know that you are in my heart and you are important :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3148493471548771815-1514678390111676074?l=somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/1514678390111676074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3148493471548771815&amp;postID=1514678390111676074' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/1514678390111676074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/1514678390111676074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/2010/03/26th-march-2010.html' title='26th MARCH 2010'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148493471548771815.post-2369900796778624426</id><published>2009-10-25T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:01:15.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is LOVE ?</title><content type='html'>Just 'reading' through some of our frens blogs and sharing and wow there's seem quite a lot of new stuff updateds as well .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this really cool song from Pastor Jade's blog (only now I realize she got so many fantastic songs there . WEll, i will be 'dropping' in to her blog more often to catch all the 'goodies'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you goes, the URL : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73kZ6wBoqTk&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73kZ6wBoqTk&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah , and her blogspot URL as well if you are interested :) &lt;a href="http://www.jadelbg.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.jadelbg.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3148493471548771815-2369900796778624426?l=somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/2369900796778624426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3148493471548771815&amp;postID=2369900796778624426' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/2369900796778624426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/2369900796778624426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-love.html' title='What is LOVE ?'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148493471548771815.post-2677310453049200469</id><published>2009-05-12T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:32:49.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what GOd has joined, let NO one separate (^-^)</title><content type='html'>Last saturday was the big day for Ps Monica &amp; Wilson . WOw... d whole ceremony was terrific, d worship,gorgeous bride &amp; bridesmaid walking in on the red carpet, touching moments; when ps david said the prayer of blessings over the 2 young couple,the presenting of songs to the couple. though all may not be professional singers but we all can feel their heart :) . ( I do believe I saw some 'water' near ps monica long eye lashes... ) and of course not forgetting ,the most winsome smile permanently glued on wilson's face..haha.. okay okay , although along the ceremony-banquet,there's some hiccups , but the truth was, it was a beautiful wedding and I really enjoy it.Its nice when 2 people in love finally get together and joined in a everlasting covenant with God blessings,&amp; to stay committed to each other till death. And of course there's the "hiccups" -when the bride kept forgetting the wedding vow 'cos she was deliriously "HAPPY" (as quoted from ps david)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent upload any pic yet, cos i believe most of the ' photographers' for the wedding will post them up soon , ( with better quality than my 3.2 px/ mobile phone camera):P . well remember to wait for my next updates, hope i may get my hand on some ' delicious ' pictures from the wedding soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata &amp; GOD BLess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3148493471548771815-2677310453049200469?l=somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/2677310453049200469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3148493471548771815&amp;postID=2677310453049200469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/2677310453049200469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/2677310453049200469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-god-has-joined-let-no-one-separate.html' title='what GOd has joined, let NO one separate (^-^)'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148493471548771815.post-413587524035745910</id><published>2009-04-02T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:02:05.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BEGINNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SdTaWmjtHHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8zZxPZgyxvc/s1600-h/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SdTaWmjtHHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8zZxPZgyxvc/s320/hug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320117141673679986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi everyone !! ( ehem , all of you who is following my blog , glad to see you here again). its been quite sometime i scribble something here.Today , just wanna share something about love. Got a nice cartoon here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder whaT IS it like to really love someone ? Or being loved deeply by somebody ? Human is still only human , can we ever unconditionally give out our love without the fear of getting hurt or being betray ? Its can be real hard and a huge pressure if we only used our own strength in doing that . How many times in a day , that we encounter people whom we wish that they never exist in this world? How many times in a day , we hope we never need to talk or hear from that person again ? It may be your classmates, colleagues, boss or the one who is squeezing you to death in the LRT.The twisted way of the word "LOVE" is being used now contradict what GOD has want it to be.GOd say love your neighbour as yourself . We love the people around us like how we treasure our own body . HOw can we do that ? By our own might, I will say that it is a "MISSION impossible" . BUt with GOD , all things are possible ....For He loved us first as His own . SO if you feel UNLOVED now, DON'T BE , because GOD LOVE YOU . His love is the one unconditional LOVE ( agape) that will not change even when we ourself change and move away from presence.Like the cartoon up there, God love us so much , and will definitely 'hug' everyone of us ,even people who is not Christian now,God is still looking out for you !  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry if you feel pressurize to love an " unlovely" person...Just surrender that person to God , and yourself ,and let God lead the way in your relationship. Pray ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer works!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3148493471548771815-413587524035745910?l=somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/413587524035745910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3148493471548771815&amp;postID=413587524035745910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/413587524035745910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/413587524035745910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-beginning.html' title='NEW BEGINNING'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SdTaWmjtHHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8zZxPZgyxvc/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148493471548771815.post-2739445708631878936</id><published>2008-12-20T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:00:55.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is cominG</title><content type='html'>CHristmas is coming . The celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ . Not about Santa Claus , not about rein-deer , and definitely not about the cute snow man we kept seeing as christmas deco . Christmas is a season of thanksgiving and joy . A lot of exchanging of gifts, flying kisses , hugs and delicious food , cakes , sweets., wines... But some of us may not received as many gifts as last year or even no gift at all cos' of the need to watch over our finance and prepare for the coming year , and worse that nobody remember us in their gift planning :) , BUT you and I do not need to feel sad or depress over that if it really happen . Do you want to know why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GREATEST gift is already given to us , in our salvation of our spirit , and the amazing heavenly home that is waiting for us if we died . God has given us Jesus Christ to take away our sins and washes us to be as clean as white cloth... When God sees us , He will not see our blemishes or what we have do wrong , but accept us into His Kingdom of Heaven like babies , to be taken care , to be loved , to be cherished . DO you want to have that ? I want to have something like that and I don't even need to work for it , or pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask yourself , how can somebody be so stupid , to lost his own life for me ? Something that happened so long ago , will the sacrifice be still valid ? How can that be ? Or your heart is telling you , wow .. so wonderful , is this gurl telling the truth? Who is Jesus Christ anyway? Should I believe in this ? How ? Will I lost myself if I say Yes to this ?What will happened after ?mmm , all I can say is "Just Open your heart and TRUST" . Sms me :) 016-6072563 , you are not alone in this world yeah . GOd bless you . He love you ( ps : GOd also love me too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/" title="Religious Myspace Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/140/14026.jpg" alt="Religious Myspace Comments" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/religious-14026.html" title="Religious Myspace Comments"&gt;MyNiceSpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynicespace.com/myspace-christmas.html"&gt;Christmas Myspace Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3148493471548771815-2739445708631878936?l=somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/2739445708631878936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3148493471548771815&amp;postID=2739445708631878936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/2739445708631878936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/2739445708631878936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is cominG'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148493471548771815.post-1276447029052679637</id><published>2008-11-19T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:56:24.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Language is NOT a barrier</title><content type='html'>Just read some blogs posted by a sweet fren, although the english is not that good and there's so many ' EXTRA ' verbs put up in between sentences, I was quite touch by what she wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of our church pastors are leaving this week to Penang. The news is quite shocking to most of us because we never thought that they will leave the church , and now they even leaving KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUt definitely they are not leaving because of any internal conflict or 'BIG EAR' problem.NO , as Ps kenneth had put it so clearly in church that sunday, they are in fact moving to another phase of their lives . They are going to pursue God plan for their lives. Though the heart is so burdened to leave behind so many loved ones and even dear frens, I am sure that the decision made is not without careful thinking and long consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even when I have the assurance from God that this is the right decision made, like so many others , I would still try to reason with God on why they should not go ,the challenges they will faced , and how hard it is going to be for this wonderful family who love God so much to start a new church in Penang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I being selfish ? = &lt;strong&gt;Yes .&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about those who needed them in Penang ? = &lt;strong&gt;We in KL also NEED them .&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about the Hungry sheep who are now even thirsty for some word or knowledge of God , people who are even as I am writing this down, being lulled by the world telling them " MONEY IS ALL YOU REQUIRED , DO WHATEVER YOU CAN TO ACHIEVE IT &amp;amp; YOU WILL be HAPPY ! ?"Is this what we want for our next generation ? = &lt;strong&gt;I am sure life is not only that&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I realised too , that this is also a stage that I must overcome my feelings and let God's higher purpose to prevail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with much blessings and relunctance , we are releasing this beautiful family to the church in Penang. MAy God always give them the strength to overcome challenges and to dwell in the presence of God, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit .Amen . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270380913966945826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SSQnhH__liI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HGYrgIpv-kA/s320/IMG_2981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270380887523863010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SSQnflfeKeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7JBNvP5a9Sk/s320/DSC_1822.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3148493471548771815-1276447029052679637?l=somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/1276447029052679637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3148493471548771815&amp;postID=1276447029052679637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/1276447029052679637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/1276447029052679637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/2008/11/language-is-not-barrier.html' title='Language is NOT a barrier'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SSQnhH__liI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HGYrgIpv-kA/s72-c/IMG_2981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148493471548771815.post-6306195150934972895</id><published>2008-11-13T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:00:46.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Window of Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SRw-8eEEgPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Iy24q3Ka7BI/s1600-h/th_L104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268154872699846898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SRw-8eEEgPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Iy24q3Ka7BI/s320/th_L104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will i be able to see the kingdom of God after i go away from this material world, or will it be a beautiful vision from afar but a destination that I can never get nearer? &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SRw-8U7r63I/AAAAAAAAADs/WvG9XGU9LgU/s1600-h/Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268154870248762226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SRw-8U7r63I/AAAAAAAAADs/WvG9XGU9LgU/s320/Angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to see angels ? And talk to them ? WIll I be as pretty as they are ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SRw-8N7nxKI/AAAAAAAAADk/_RcFG3pKN0o/s1600-h/alpha+fr+grace+leong+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268154868369441954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SRw-8N7nxKI/AAAAAAAAADk/_RcFG3pKN0o/s320/alpha+fr+grace+leong+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is heaven ? Looking through the window in the early morning sun , i can't even begin to imagine how heaven will look like . But I know that it will be full of light , so bright , so full of colours and MORE , that whenever I breathe , the air will just fill me to overflow..... (smile) WoW , won't that be an experience ? ! &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/3148493471548771815-6306195150934972895?l=somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/6306195150934972895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3148493471548771815&amp;postID=6306195150934972895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/6306195150934972895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/6306195150934972895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/2008/11/window-of-heaven.html' title='Window of Heaven'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SRw-8eEEgPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Iy24q3Ka7BI/s72-c/th_L104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148493471548771815.post-2887838197998776116</id><published>2008-11-05T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:51:33.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Christmas '005 ,series of sweet memOries #1</title><content type='html'>These were all taken in 2005 , wow , time really passes ...  &lt;div&gt;and we all seem so 'young' ..hehe :) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SRGxUbP9pXI/AAAAAAAAADU/wvWD_6BfSvg/s1600-h/img_1548_edited1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265184403843032434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SRGxUbP9pXI/AAAAAAAAADU/wvWD_6BfSvg/s320/img_1548_edited1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how is this bro doing now ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SRGxUCb1Z0I/AAAAAAAAADM/Y5pW9fF-KWA/s1600-h/Christmas+2005+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265184397181937474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SRGxUCb1Z0I/AAAAAAAAADM/Y5pW9fF-KWA/s320/Christmas+2005+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just give me a warmy feeling when i saw dis pic with ps lois :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SRGxTpNtkuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/i9UcGnkqilo/s1600-h/P1020442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265184390411817698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SRGxTpNtkuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/i9UcGnkqilo/s320/P1020442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;our ' LOVE ' for JESUS !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3148493471548771815-2887838197998776116?l=somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/2887838197998776116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3148493471548771815&amp;postID=2887838197998776116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/2887838197998776116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/2887838197998776116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-christmas-005-series-of-sweet.html' title='Beautiful Christmas &apos;005 ,series of sweet memOries #1'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SRGxUbP9pXI/AAAAAAAAADU/wvWD_6BfSvg/s72-c/img_1548_edited1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148493471548771815.post-2759735035964800922</id><published>2008-10-28T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:53:10.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Christmas '006 , oh It seem like yesterday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQc3y0pIF8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/b9jv94Z8JUc/s1600-h/P1050510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262236035869841346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQc3y0pIF8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/b9jv94Z8JUc/s320/P1050510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; annie and grac3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQc1QZ_vFdI/AAAAAAAAACs/04Sz_IBSmF0/s1600-h/P1050595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262233245578106322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQc1QZ_vFdI/AAAAAAAAACs/04Sz_IBSmF0/s320/P1050595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choo2 now in the 'lion' city&lt;br /&gt;Hua Sheng still in KL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQc1Obs-8JI/AAAAAAAAACU/xmmI8mruXFo/s1600-h/P1050512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262233211676586130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQc1Obs-8JI/AAAAAAAAACU/xmmI8mruXFo/s320/P1050512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;VIcky,yun Jing,fang2 &amp;amp; bao bao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking through my old 'albums' ,its bring back so many fond memories , found the pics of many of my 'old frens' but lost2 touch already. SIgh .. time passes . " May God blessed these sweet angels where ever they are now , AMEN " &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/3148493471548771815-2759735035964800922?l=somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/2759735035964800922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3148493471548771815&amp;postID=2759735035964800922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/2759735035964800922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/2759735035964800922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-christmas-006-oh-it-seem-like.html' title='Beautiful Christmas &apos;006 , oh It seem like yesterday!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQc3y0pIF8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/b9jv94Z8JUc/s72-c/P1050510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3148493471548771815.post-4422371762952411539</id><published>2008-10-27T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:28:18.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of Grace (^-^)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I am just a simple 'little town' girl at heart. Though JB ( Johor Bahru) can't really be called a little town as it is the main capital city of Johor , for me it will always be the little town that I was born . My primary years would be filled with games that are already obsolete in this time of techno and online fantasy. I loved the time when me and a couple of my friends would spend our recess time buying ice creams, delicious kuih from the school canteen and go for a quick game of  'batu lima' or a competitive game of skipping ropes. I could really jump ehem at least at that particular period of time. Whenever festival seasons, no matter its Hari Raya, Deepavali or Chinese New Year, we would all go in groups to visit each other homes. That’s the best time when we gulp in all the ice drinks, orange fizzy, kuih, chocolate cookies, and cakes, yummy! For me, the best time would be when my best friend's mum cooked her special 'rendang ayam' and 'ketupat' on the first day of Hari Raya.And even as now, when all of us have grown up and go on each of our ways, and memories seemed to be the only things left, the warmth and love we shared would not be forgotten. We are living in a very strange world. The world only remembers the bad things, but what about the good things? Every now and then, we would have our friend or people near to us grumbled and complained about life, of how terrible and how bad luck they are, but have they forgotten that they are very blessed too ? I am very blessed to have been born here, a country now without war and famine. I have a good stable job, is healthy and my family is still with me. I have the freedom to choose my friends and I have known the special love of God. Though I may not be perfect in look and character, but as long as I am willing to be molded, I am sure that God will not give up on me. Let us be like the warm clay yeah, though it looks dull and rough, but with careful molding and fire, beautiful masterpiece will be created and that is not only me, but also YOU! ~Emmanuel&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3148493471548771815-4422371762952411539?l=somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/feeds/4422371762952411539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3148493471548771815&amp;postID=4422371762952411539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/4422371762952411539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3148493471548771815/posts/default/4422371762952411539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgrac3.blogspot.com/2008/10/beginning-of-grace.html' title='Beginning of Grace (^-^)'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998638030115968065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IjAhA7HbtQY/SQXi9hUaoKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/amrIWcxw-K4/S220/smile+god+is+looking.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
