<?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-12167300</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:34:59.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout</title><subtitle type='html'>I will be still and know you are God.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-114502906027538320</id><published>2006-04-14T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:37:40.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Friday</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone who has made my birthday so GREAT. My family, my family, my family... and my friends, you know who you are! =) I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, really touched by my brother, he gave me a ruby pendant as a belated 21st and 22nd birthday present. And my sister who gave me a pig with a chain on it, with 3 hearts symbolizing me, my sister and my brother. *tears*&lt;br /&gt;On a more depressing note, i have so many assignments, reports, presentations and posters to prepare for. Somebody kill me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-114502906027538320?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/114502906027538320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=114502906027538320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114502906027538320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114502906027538320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-friday.html' title='Great Friday'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-114382301702936131</id><published>2006-04-01T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:36:57.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xi Nu Ai Le</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/1600/Xi%20Nu%20Ai%20Le.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/400/Xi%20Nu%20Ai%20Le.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks gals for making my Poly life so much more fun! You don't know how much you gals mean to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;Happy April Fool's Day to everyone! Happy Birthday to Brian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Angel in Disguise by Corrine May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning feeling kind of blue&lt;br /&gt;and i stumbled out of bed and&lt;br /&gt;dragged my feet across the room&lt;br /&gt;Right outside my front door was a rose&lt;br /&gt;and a note that said 'Somebody loves you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But out on the street it starts to pour&lt;br /&gt;and before i get soaking wet,&lt;br /&gt;A total stranger runs to give me&lt;br /&gt;the jacket off his back&lt;br /&gt;I turn around to thank him&lt;br /&gt;But he waves me with a smile&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly believe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;He puts on a halo and starts to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Dont need to look at paradise&lt;br /&gt;You could be next to &lt;br /&gt;an angel in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a good friend for lunch&lt;br /&gt;and we had a delicious meal&lt;br /&gt;But i forgot to bring my wallet&lt;br /&gt;I felt like an imbecile&lt;br /&gt;But she was sweet, she gave me a treat and&lt;br /&gt;Bought me a chicken sandwich&lt;br /&gt;To take home for tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But out of the street with nothing to eat&lt;br /&gt;A man and his shopping cart go&lt;br /&gt;Travelling to places&lt;br /&gt;Collecting social graces&lt;br /&gt;I give him my sandwich&lt;br /&gt;and we chatter for a while&lt;br /&gt;I see a rainbow wash over his eyes&lt;br /&gt;He gives me his halo and&lt;br /&gt;I start to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to look for paradise&lt;br /&gt;You could be next to an angel in disguise&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to hide away from me&lt;br /&gt;I know you're by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to look for Paradise&lt;br /&gt;You could be next to &lt;br /&gt;an angel in disguise&lt;br /&gt;Everyday can be legendary&lt;br /&gt;Every minute, an endless surprise&lt;br /&gt;You could be next to an angel in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kind of new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-114382301702936131?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/114382301702936131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=114382301702936131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114382301702936131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114382301702936131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2006/04/xi-nu-ai-le.html' title='Xi Nu Ai Le'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-114329824331518440</id><published>2006-03-25T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:50:46.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from Australia 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/1600/271518111107_0_BG.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/400/271518111107_0_BG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;(speech/poem dedication)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Clare,&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful is the hour, sweet is the moment,&lt;br /&gt;For two, for all, we hone this celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing the bright summer days of old,&lt;br /&gt;Childhood secrets we shared, dreams of the future told.&lt;br /&gt;A blink of the eye, a beat of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Love of a lifetime, wishing you both will never be apart.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, with the anniversaries and wrinkles that you may earn,&lt;br /&gt;The best gift in life is to love and be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How embarrasing, even as i was going up to read the speech, i fell! Sobz!)&lt;br /&gt;More pictures will come as I get more from the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-114329824331518440?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/114329824331518440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=114329824331518440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114329824331518440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114329824331518440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2006/03/tales-from-australia-3.html' title='Tales from Australia 3'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-114312900921208034</id><published>2006-03-23T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:50:09.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hydrotherapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/1600/IMG_4576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/320/IMG_4576.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/1600/IMG_4597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/320/IMG_4597.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hydrotherapy is fun! CT's underwater camera is so cool. Feel like getting one for scuba diving too. Anway, tales from Australia will continue after this. And more photos will be added in the strip at the side, so do check them out! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-114312900921208034?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/114312900921208034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=114312900921208034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114312900921208034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114312900921208034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2006/03/hydrotherapy.html' title='Hydrotherapy'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-114303233479828580</id><published>2006-03-22T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:58:54.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from Australia 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/1600/HPIM0822.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/200/HPIM0822.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/1600/HPIM0851.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/200/HPIM0851.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/1600/HPIM0841.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/200/HPIM0841.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 wheel drive I moved around in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dinner! Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-114303233479828580?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/114303233479828580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=114303233479828580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114303233479828580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114303233479828580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2006/03/tales-from-australia-2.html' title='Tales from Australia 2'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-114301802022202541</id><published>2006-03-22T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:00:20.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from Australia 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/1600/HPIM0831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/320/HPIM0831.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/1600/HPIM0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/320/HPIM0833.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where I lived, my cousin's and her fiance's home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is their dog!&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-114301802022202541?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/114301802022202541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=114301802022202541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114301802022202541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114301802022202541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2006/03/tales-from-australia-1.html' title='Tales from Australia 1'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-114232989365940571</id><published>2006-03-14T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:51:33.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/1600/Picture%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/320/Picture%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Hee-sun? Who is that? Haha. As if! But this website is fun. Some of the celebrities do look like my friends, but mine, hmmm, they are just trying to make me happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-114232989365940571?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/114232989365940571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=114232989365940571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114232989365940571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114232989365940571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2006/03/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-114190636713625525</id><published>2006-03-09T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T20:12:47.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My EQ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=400 bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your EQ is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;center&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;  140  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/eqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-114190636713625525?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/114190636713625525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=114190636713625525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114190636713625525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/114190636713625525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-eq.html' title='My EQ?'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-113395228191182037</id><published>2005-12-07T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:44:41.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Grandmother</title><content type='html'>Ever dearest Po Po in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;By your passing, we are all saddened,&lt;br /&gt;But your spirit lives on within us,&lt;br /&gt;Ans joy, we take, from old times past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart so pure, a soul so kind,&lt;br /&gt;Your love inspires and shines,&lt;br /&gt;Even though your journey here has ended,&lt;br /&gt;Your path to eternity has been founded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Po Po, thank you for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-113395228191182037?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/113395228191182037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=113395228191182037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/113395228191182037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/113395228191182037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-my-grandmother.html' title='To my Grandmother'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-113066962157057030</id><published>2005-10-30T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:53:41.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>What hurts the most? For me, it is after dedicating myself to something, someone or a group of someones, and that which failed me. Its like gripping on to the blade of a knife. Holding on to something so dear, cutting you deeper as you hold on tighter. After all that has failed, all I need is a simple sorry, but no, it will only hurt me more. Soon, blood covers all the tears. As time pass, scars will cover the wound and the knife doesn't cut as deep. No more tears and blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-113066962157057030?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/113066962157057030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=113066962157057030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/113066962157057030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/113066962157057030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2005/10/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-112824167085385077</id><published>2005-10-02T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T16:27:51.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the Vet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/1600/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/320/DSC00110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/1600/DSC00100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/320/DSC00100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought my dog to the vet today for a jab. The means of transport and the means of holding him back from other bitches. See the drop of tear from his eye. His tail between his legs? He knows he is going for an injection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-112824167085385077?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/112824167085385077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=112824167085385077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/112824167085385077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/112824167085385077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2005/10/visit-to-vet.html' title='Visit to the Vet'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-112617801241411222</id><published>2005-09-08T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:13:32.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Everything does not seem to be going right. Its not going left either. Its going against me.&lt;br /&gt;The drop is steep. The climb seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio sets th mood:&lt;br /&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most &lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey &lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low &lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go &lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line &lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday &lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink &lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong &lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know &lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong &lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most &lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I &lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like &lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-112617801241411222?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/112617801241411222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=112617801241411222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/112617801241411222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/112617801241411222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2005/09/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-112519755068207086</id><published>2005-08-28T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T10:52:30.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/1600/DSC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/320/DSC00022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A party to celebrate the beginning of a holiday never meant to be. A day at wala where we chose to vent our anger and disappointment. A day of aggressiveness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-112519755068207086?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/112519755068207086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=112519755068207086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/112519755068207086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/112519755068207086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2005/08/party-time.html' title='Party Time!'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-112497523142374039</id><published>2005-08-25T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:07:11.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/1600/DSC00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3675/1017/320/DSC00012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, school is getting into us. No time to write my overflowing thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-112497523142374039?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/112497523142374039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=112497523142374039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/112497523142374039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/112497523142374039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2005/08/sigh-school-is-getting-into-us.html' title=''/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-112419380548055613</id><published>2005-08-16T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:03:25.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I met a kid with cerebral palsy today. He said, "You are pretty, I love you." What is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;Love is so perfect. Its too perfect. Where can i find such love? How can i love others this way? It is His love that overflows in me to do the same to others. I am not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;But, love never fails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-112419380548055613?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/112419380548055613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=112419380548055613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/112419380548055613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/112419380548055613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2005/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-112290853448627651</id><published>2005-08-01T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:02:14.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth, would care to know my name, would care to feel my hurt...&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am, but because of what you've done, not because of what i've done, but because of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my psychology lectures, we were all made to pen down 20 I ams.&lt;br /&gt;I am ...&lt;br /&gt;I am ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my classmates had so many things to write. I couldn't write any. I had no identity.&lt;br /&gt;This song answered all the 20 'I am's, and maybe even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-112290853448627651?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/112290853448627651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=112290853448627651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/112290853448627651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/112290853448627651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2005/08/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-111746896907580310</id><published>2005-05-30T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:04:50.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snail</title><content type='html'>Have you ever passed by a snail crossing the road? What would your first thought be if you saw a snail crawling in the middle of the road? What would you do, if anything? Would you be bothered that its there? Would you be bothered if a car came? What are the chances that it would get squashed by a car? Maybe it is a lucky snail? Or maybe the thickness of tyres are just too small compared to the size of the road.&lt;br /&gt;I passed by a snail crossing the road today. First thought that crossed my mind was that this snail was going to die. Second thought was, I could help it. I could save its life. But, I didn't. I just could not be bothered to stop and pick it up, I was lazy, I didn't want my hands to get dirty, maybe i'll end up killing it instead... and a whole lot of other reasons. As I continued walking, something hit me. I am doing the same thing to the people around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-111746896907580310?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/111746896907580310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=111746896907580310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/111746896907580310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/111746896907580310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2005/05/snail.html' title='The Snail'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-111484566393210494</id><published>2005-04-30T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T15:25:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>I want to really everyone for their prayers and God for making everything possible. God's grace has been upon me this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it was supposed to be:&lt;br /&gt;1. Presentation on below knee amputation on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;2. Patients who speak every language but english and chinese.&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting scolded for not being able to communicate with patients.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fierce clinical teachers who will find any chance to review my flaws and scold me.&lt;br /&gt;5. A lonely time at my clinical placement.&lt;br /&gt;6. Long and straining journey all the way to the East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it was:&lt;br /&gt;1. Presentation got postponed to my next placement which I will have more time and space to do.&lt;br /&gt;2. Most of my patients spoke chinese! It is really highly unlikely that the past generation can understand mandarin. =)&lt;br /&gt;3. Even when my patient spoke hokkien or malay, there was someone around who helped me translate. And if not, that patient is really nice and tries to understand my funny gestures.&lt;br /&gt;4. Both my clinical educators are chrisitians and both are very understanding. They explained to me things i didn't know or asked me to go and research on it. But they did not scold me at all. They were indeed very encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;5. I met my seniors, OT and PT both from NYP and we had lots of fun. It was heartwarming to see how God was working in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;6. My father would fetch me to Queenstown and let me take a direct MRT to my work place. And I will usually be able to get a sit. Many of the times, my friends would offer to fetch me home as they were going in the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more areas that God has blessed me and I thank the Lord and everybody around me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-111484566393210494?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/111484566393210494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=111484566393210494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/111484566393210494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/111484566393210494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2005/04/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-111409164485782398</id><published>2005-04-21T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:54:04.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Language Barrier</title><content type='html'>I got scolded during my attachment for not being able to speak teochew. Couldn't even understand what she was saying until somebody told me that the patient was scolding me. Sigh. Sometimes I wonder who is the cause for this. Is it the people who invented multiple languages, is it my parents for not teaching me other languages, or is it just that I am just horrid with languages. Its probably the last reason. The atmosphere in the hospital is very tense. You can feel this thick cloud smothering you every second. It is a horrible feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, there are silver linings amidst. The attitude that some elderly have is just fantastic. They return your smiles, or they are always smiling, or they appreciate what you do for them. It just makes you very excited and happy for them. There is hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-111409164485782398?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/111409164485782398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=111409164485782398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/111409164485782398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/111409164485782398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2005/04/language-barrier.html' title='The Language Barrier'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-111371832833457812</id><published>2005-04-17T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T14:12:08.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbs 17:1</title><content type='html'>When you feel like all the life has been sucked out of your body, you find yourself looking to God. When everything is in a mess and your body is so tired, you look to God for strength. Have I been placing God first? Am i building God's kingdom or have I been building my own. What have I been wasting all my time on?&lt;br /&gt;Better a dry crust with peace and quiet than a house full of feasting, with strife. Proverbs 17:1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday party was great. Many hands to shake, many gifts to take. I really want to thank everybody for celebrating my 21st with  me. I hope everyone knows how much i mean it. So a big THANK YOU to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Will be back to clinicals tomorrow. It is a long week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer request:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pray for favour from my clinician.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pray for good time management and discipline to be able to do quiet time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-111371832833457812?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/111371832833457812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=111371832833457812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/111371832833457812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/111371832833457812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2005/04/proverbs-171.html' title='Proverbs 17:1'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12167300.post-111346633254488532</id><published>2005-04-14T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T16:12:12.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Birthday</title><content type='html'>I'm turning 21 today. Not as excited as i normally am for my past other birthdays. However, today marks an important date.  I'm getting much more freedom. A joyful and fearful event. It also marks a day where I have decided to give up something for the God i so love. I have broken up with my dearest friend. We were together for quite some time and i did enjoy my time with him. However, it just was not right. That's all I will say for now. I do hope he  finds someone better for him and I am thoroughly sorry that I caused him so much hurt. However this is for the best.&lt;br /&gt;I will be having a birthday celebration at my place. I'm really not sure how many people are going to turn up, but i have estimated around 40. The theme is seafood. Will be going down to kill the crabs for later. Havent actually killed one before though.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with a surprise. I got a red glittery box on my table. Inside, i found a note that said to look under my bed. There i found another identical but smaller box. It told me to look beneath the cross. I went to the cross which was in another room excitedly. There, in a silver box laid my first birthday present for today. Inside this silver box was another glittery red box which was even smaller, inside it was a note written "To Eleanor, Happy 21st Birthday". Beside it was a diamond necklace. It was from my father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12167300-111346633254488532?l=elean0123r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/feeds/111346633254488532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12167300&amp;postID=111346633254488532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/111346633254488532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12167300/posts/default/111346633254488532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elean0123r.blogspot.com/2005/04/21st-birthday.html' title='21st Birthday'/><author><name>|123|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795658400200715085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
