<?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-4937107902361963057</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:15:12.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will run my race</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937107902361963057.post-149135789902498710</id><published>2007-12-12T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:21:47.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Wo shi ai ku gui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone teach me how not to look back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hate it when I am walking down the streets alone, especially ambling through those familiar places, memories would just come flying back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My heart still aches. So fresh. Just that I do not show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I do not like to classify myself as "a girl with a broken heart". That is why I hardly shed my tears in front of people. In the past when I cry, I never know when to stop. Yet now, I will force myself to stop crying more than 5 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why? Everyone tells me I have to be strong, and stand on my own two feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is it really that tough to be friends again from lovers? Why do the three of them dislike and stay away from me? Did they not know the pain they had put me through all those times when I was with them, yet they never apologize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have forgiven. When will I get my chance to be forgiven?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't worry. I am alright. I just need to express my emotions somewhere and I chose here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I still love my BF, BFFs and BB-Fs.They are great people and whom I care the most. Maybe I just need to open my heart little more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[[Cry]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7bH0p4fpMdY&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I've, got all the symptoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But no matter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you'll never see me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-149135789902498710?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/149135789902498710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=149135789902498710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/149135789902498710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/149135789902498710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/wo-shi-ai-ku-gui.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-6871617480368595121</id><published>2007-11-23T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T02:54:44.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some asked me why I have stopped updating my blog. Well, part of the reason is -I am just plain lazy.. Been very busy with work and school till recently, I just realised I have not touched the TV remote control for almost a month. A MONTH! Goodness!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Life is pretty much alright? Baby is still ever so sweet and irritating at the same time. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8 more days and we will be celebrating our 3rd month. Come and think of it, this month has not been a smooth one for us. Any alternate days, you would see me showing a black face at him. Yet through it all, we learnt and understood each other better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yea... I cannot bear to leave him anymore. After watching that music video featuring "LEE WAN" and having those weird dreams, I know without him, I will never be the same. The saddest thing can happen to a person is when he or she still has a lot of words, wanting to tell his or her love ones, yet they are gone, forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I do not want to come to a place where words are left unspoken, fond memories not created and love not shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess the tears and time I sacrificed for him for these past 2 years, have not gone to waste. He is mine now, and mine f.o.r.e.v.e.r.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/R0XLpxvcDXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HkqxcmAjyU/s1600-h/DSC08161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135734868673301874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/R0XLpxvcDXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HkqxcmAjyU/s320/DSC08161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-6871617480368595121?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6871617480368595121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=6871617480368595121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6871617480368595121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6871617480368595121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/R0XLpxvcDXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6HkqxcmAjyU/s72-c/DSC08161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937107902361963057.post-3313690737809471621</id><published>2007-11-06T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T12:25:39.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Who will stand with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Once again, I am being hit with the jumbo question which I really do not have an answer to, for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"What is your dream and vision for Him and your life, currently?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Drat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Honestly, I have none. I admit I am overwhelmed by reality that I can't seem to move on in life. I want to do so much things, so much so that it started to scare me. No, I think I feel perplexed instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whatever it is, "A man without vision, will perish." Typical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I did ask myself what do I want for my life right now. After much consideration, I think what I really want is.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A simple heart. Free from anxiety. Loving Him and people. Be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;His principals are simple yet man tends to make them so complex and thus create a bad image of Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And one thing, I am not a man. I do not think and act like how all men will. I am a woman and I believe on instincts. I do act on my emotions at times but I do act on facts at the same time. Personally, I believe that women are much more of a stronger being than the men. Not in the area of physical but emotions and self-will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just ask you one question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In the is world, what is the population of single parent who are women?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hate it when I see men despising women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I WANNA JAY CHOU NEW ALBUM LAH!&lt;br /&gt;Some kind souls can buy for me? =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[[Dandelion's Promise]]&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nEMXnmXw4bE&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried when I heard this song. Gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[[I'm not worthy]]&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-Trsp7FKZY&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when he hears this song, will he think of me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-3313690737809471621?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3313690737809471621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=3313690737809471621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/3313690737809471621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/3313690737809471621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-will-stand-with-me-once-again-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-6300510224124647526</id><published>2007-11-02T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T02:21:51.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;With you around, there seems no reason for me, not to smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am right now in a lovely dovey mood, thus you guys should know what I will be blogging about. What you will expect are those mushy mushy yet from the deepest of my heart kinda expressions and statements. So, if some of you guys who cannot tolerate sentimental kinda stuffs, I will advise that you should stop reading from here. It is not going to help neither yourself nor your soul. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy 2nd month anniversary, Sweetheart!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, it has been 2 months, 61 days, not exactly 1464 hours together &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; still, I am falling deeper in love with him each day.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that these 2 months have not been smooth riding for the both of us and we have hurt each other through our words and actions, un/intentionally. Yet through it all, I believe we have grown to understand each other better and help to build up one another's self-confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to other relationships or other guys I had dated, my current relationship and boy are a unique one. I did not share much with anyone that in fact, I have been waiting for him for 2 years. There were times when I came to a point of giving up, however one after another encounters brought the both of us closer. And finally we decided to be back together, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Initially, this news of us being together brought a lot of surprises and critics. Who in the right mind will be happy when they face obstacles especially objections? Hence, we decided to pray for God to strengthen our relationship and guide us to love each other in a way that we bring happiness to each other and people around us. Indeed, He answered our prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can say I love him more than how much I love him yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All that I ever want from the guy I love, I found it in him. A guy who can love people with no strings attached and find happiness in giving, I found it in him. A guy who can sits there and listen to all my complaints and chanting, without giving any comments unnecessarily, , I found it in him. A guy who is teachable, willing to admit his weakness and to change, I found it in him. A guy who is willing to do anything just to make me smile, I found it him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Definitely, he is not a perfect boyfriend. However, I am strongly convicted in, "If you really love a person, you will not want him or her to stay at where they are currently ." This is how exactly God loves us, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Still, I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To LSK,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;All the things I wanted to say to you, I had said. Basically, I want to thank you for that lovely necklace and I promised I will wear it wherever I go. Remember to always smile because your smile, can really brightens up my day. Thank you for being there for me through out these periods despite being nasty towards you at times. Our love will always last. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Our love will always last]]&lt;br /&gt;Edward Chun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PKGEwZYHeQ&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-6300510224124647526?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6300510224124647526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=6300510224124647526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6300510224124647526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6300510224124647526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/11/with-you-around-there-seems-no-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-3566375893739321606</id><published>2007-10-25T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T12:39:49.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Do not lose focus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I asked myself this question.&lt;br /&gt;"If Pastor Kong or Sun is in my shoe, what will they do? Facing so much critics while fulfilling their heavenly visions and dreams, what will they do?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ever since I gave my life back to Him in 2005, He has set me up for a lot of trials. Beside that, He has placed tons and tons of people from different backgrounds in my life, especially people who are egoistic and pessimistic. I asked Him once, "Why me?". All He replied, "Because I have chose you and I want to groom you to who I want you to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handling people is the toughest job. Their ignorant and words can really kill. Sometimes, they can really drive me up the walls and I want so much to use profanity on them. To show them the strong side of me, to proof them wrong about everything they criticise about me. Yet when I look at Pastors, Sun, leaders in church, my leader and my members, my heart just sank so deep. They are fighting so hard for God's kingdom, they must be very tired with all the temptations and critics, but they do not lose focus. Who am I compared to them?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like them, I want my prayers to be answered. Yes, my faith is being tested. I need Him even more now. People are always coming against me. Yet I want to press on and hold on to His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can recalled that vision very vividly. He was hugging me very tightly while He was beaten all around by demons. His skin was teared, blood was everywhere, but all He said was, "Do not be afraid. I will protect you." I felt His strength and I am feeling it now. I am feeling it now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Thank You for lifting me up once again. You searched much deeper within, through the way things appear. You only look into my heart. Thus let my heart stands so pure and bold before You. You are my strength, my freedom, my God in whom I trust. I want to be with You. I want to look at the stars with You and listen to Your stories about Abraham, David, Peter and everyone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Someone like me.]]&lt;br /&gt;Sun Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you come and love someone like me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who is imperfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For love, I pressed on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my journey to pursue my dreams,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misery filled me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not willing to give up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a look at me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was blinded by tears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used my voice to sing my beautiful sorrows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a look at me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart screams for justice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will smile as I continue my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times when I was trapped and lost,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of my dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were also times I experienced critics and heartaches.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till now, I am still who I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For love, I press on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me,I would like to have a simple life at the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[You never let me go]]&lt;br /&gt;Matt Redman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PqqtyuivolA&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my God is with me,&lt;br /&gt;In whom then shall I fear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-3566375893739321606?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3566375893739321606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=3566375893739321606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/3566375893739321606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/3566375893739321606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-not-lose-focus.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-8415057014735881276</id><published>2007-10-22T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:00:49.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How to keep the fire burning?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It must been a very long time since I last had a huge argument with my mum. Both of us were so agitated that we could not stop yelling at each other at the top of our voice. With so much anger inside me, I just stomped out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;After which, I went to meet Joa to go for some window shopping at town. Yea, she was so sweet to buy me chocolates to cheer me up. *Thanks friend.* I wanted so much to watch the Chack and Larry movie, but still we are not 18 yet. Thus we ended up watching Mr Woodcock. It is a very boring movie, trust me. So much of advertisements, it turns out to be so sucky. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Called mum to let her know I would not be back for dinner and would be home by 12. She sounded surprise as though I pretended that nothing happened few hours ago. Well, I could not be bother to be angry with her for long, she is too old to handle my stubbornness. Still, I love my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;School has already started and I am still not prepared. I am going to give myself another 6 more months to complete my first year and depends on my academic results, I may choose to stay on or just quit school. I will then get my dip or master when I am older. I am really tired of quarreling with my parents and always worring over money issues. I want to work, earn my own money and spend my own money. Freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Life seems to be a little stagnant now and I tend to feel weary very easily. I want to go back to that dance, club and drink kinda life. Yet I know BF will not like it and I do not want to disappoint him again. Oh well, but I want to learn dancing. AHHHH!!! Most likely after my final exams next year, I will sign up for dance classes. Salsa!!!!!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss BF very much now and ZW is back today. Man, I miss my leader too. I hope he does misses the CG too. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Missing you]]&lt;br /&gt;1st Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsVqB7q0e4Y" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song brings back so much memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-8415057014735881276?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8415057014735881276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=8415057014735881276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/8415057014735881276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/8415057014735881276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to-keep-fire-burning-it-must-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-2340035019875286227</id><published>2007-10-12T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T02:18:32.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It burns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't really bother anymore whether they care or not. Ever since that day, after I called him, trying to find comfort and words of affirmation, he just shoved me away. If someone who is so, so close to me can do that, what is more from others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am not saying that I have lost faith and trust in people, but I have became more particular in how they carry out their words and how serious they are about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Imagine, you are here telling your friend about your problems. Yes, she tries to comfort and give advices. However, at the same time she is busy changing words on her MSN nick, thinking of what to write about her current life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your another friend always tell you, she understands you and know what to do when you are upset. When the situation arises, she tries to cheer you up, yet without considering your current emotions, what you really need. She just blahs out everything, showing no interest at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell me. Which one between these two, can open up your heart and makes you willingly to pour out your problems? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For me, it is &lt;strong&gt;none&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some asked me why I do not always share openly and willingly. The reason is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who is willing to be serious about me? Who can really show me that they want to be there for me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I really do not heed to explain myself further when I find that the other party fail to understand the current problems and my emotions. I feel no point doing it becuase after going one big round, we will still come back to the main dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes, it is not advices or sympathy that I need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A pair of listening ear and an understanding heart will be enough to make me smile again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-2340035019875286227?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2340035019875286227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=2340035019875286227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/2340035019875286227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/2340035019875286227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-burns.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-5333060523365627298</id><published>2007-10-07T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:40:08.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Edited.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kneeling at Your throne again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Once again, I went on my knee and cried out to Him. It has been quite some time since I sobbed so hard, full of agony inside me. He was there in my room, I felt Him. All He did was to lend me His shoulder to cry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I did not understand about everything that is happening in my life right now. And the truth is, I have never love my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;To most people, I am being regard as a cheerful, bubbly and mellow kind of person. Well, to a certain extend, I am. Yet, it is not until few days ago, when I finally realised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I have never love my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At times when I look at some people, I would ponder and ask, &lt;em&gt;"They have everything they need and want. I know they are happy with their life. How can I be like them?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know He had heard my cried and prayer the other night. And during service today, He spoke to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Start looking at the things and the people around you. What you have and not what you are lack of. Circumstances may seem impossible for you to move on or cause you to feel alone, but look. There are still people around who love you and are willing to stand by you. Most importantly, you have Me. I am your everything that you need. If you start appreciating and treasuring the people around you, believe all things happen for good, you will love your life and find joy in it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Right after that, I saw a vision of myself, standing alone, surrounded by a lot of people, people who play a part in my life. And they are all smiling at me. The most beautiful thing is, when I saw Him, He smiled and opened His arm. I knew what He wanted and I ran to His arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Indeed He is faithful and has been blessing me with a lot of blessings throughout these few years. Yet I have never noticed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;People like my family, my leader, my cousin, my very good brother, my other brothers and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sisters, my friends and my lover, He has blessed me. And I know they love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thus from now onwards, I want to love my life. I want to cherish everything and everyone that I have and give thanks to Him, every single day of my life. I want to stop being pessimistic and start to enjoy and be happy with my life. Will then I find adventure in my life again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He is my freedom and He is the reason why I chose to press on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to tell you, I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Has been listening to a Chinese song sent to me by a sister few days ago. I do not understand why, but it seems the song is so appealing to me. I heard it was composed by a JC girl who had been cheated by her boyfriend. They had been in relationship for many years until one day her boyfriend decided to leave her. She wrote the song before she committed suicide. Well, I do not know if it is true but the thing that hits me real hard is, "Was she really brave enough to die without her love or just fear to face her life without her love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not brave enough to die without my love. I will be devastated, but not to a extend that I will end my life, regardless of how much I love him. However, situations like donating organs or even to end my life just to save my love, I will. Jesus did the same for all of us, didn't He?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just so selfish and naive especially when they fall out of love. They committed suicide thinking that if they are gone, their lover or themselves will be happier. Yet personally, I feel that they just want their lover to always remember them, to live in guilt and agony. Is that really call love? I don't think so. If you love a person, you should protect his or her heart. As long as he or she is happy with their life, you should be happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love is about sacrificing, but for the right motives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Don't want you back]]&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t4uIAHtuqHc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;No, I do not want you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sick when I see you with your so called girl  friends.&lt;br /&gt;How you tell her that you will show her, what love really is.&lt;br /&gt;You called me over-sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;But I hate to see you giving most of your attention to them, excluding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sacrifices I have made, you never appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;All you say, I am not good enough for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Now I am walking away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I know you will not hold me back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;All I can say, I will never call you mine again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You were my Romeo, but I was never your Juliet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-5333060523365627298?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5333060523365627298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=5333060523365627298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/5333060523365627298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/5333060523365627298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/kneeling-at-your-throne-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-8673947770322855287</id><published>2007-10-01T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:14:54.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Just try me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why are man such a phony, arrogant bastard? Those very self-centered ones especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Man, their asses are just too itchy that they need some scratching. No, I will not scratch, but I will kick them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Next are those pudden-heads. Oh man, get a life? No, I mean get some good education to increase your IQ or something? Do not forget about EQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I may sound cynical or judgemental through these comments but seriously, I cannot tolerate such people. They are indeed a pain in my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Father, help me to endure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Playful was I, faithful is me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I do not know what to say, all I know is that it is time for me to walk away. Away from those that I have cling on to for quite a period of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No point holding on because one more person is just going to get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Live well, for you have a great life ahead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I should let go, walk away and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Should forget you]]&lt;br /&gt;I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I1HJrmxptl4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother to watch the MV, just listen to the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-8673947770322855287?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8673947770322855287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=8673947770322855287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/8673947770322855287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/8673947770322855287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-try-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-8689246746569514557</id><published>2007-09-27T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:47:14.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm bored.. &amp;amp; moodless...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/1064562"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/1064562/2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slowly but surely. I'm coming back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I cried out to You and said, &lt;strong&gt;"Abba Father, please do not let me go. I do not want to walk this path of life without You."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It had been my fear and my doubt that He is here to stay with me. First time in my whole life, I feared so terribly that He would let me go, He would close the door from me. First time I felt so convicted that without Him, I am nothing, my life is not worth living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yet God is really a good Father, one who &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; turn His back against His child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Monday's PM was a huge blast for me, totally. Although the word was very simple and short, the anointing and presence of God was there. And I was blown away as I gazed at God unfolding Himself real before me. Not saying that I saw Him physically but I finally fathomed that God has been planning out my life, He is always there. Somehow, it is like God knows what is going to happen to me and He is prepared if I ever reach my limit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thank God for TRP peeps, thank God that He had placed me under the care of the leader. Just when I was disillusioned that He is going to forsake me and there is no more purpose for me to hold on, God set me up. He placed me in that room, at the specified time and spoke to me. And God used them to lift me up again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He just will not let me go and that is what I am convicted about. He could simply leave me at where I am, let me suffer and die spiritually. Yet, God is a stubborn God. When He wants it, He will get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That night I was so touched by His love that it felt like, I fell all over in love with Jesus again. I was chased by Him and now I am going to chase Him back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My first love and He will always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Break my heart for what breaks Yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I chose to believe it is a blessing from God and I will risk anything to protect it. I do not want to see history repeating itself again because it always involves the tender hearts of two people, their soul and mind. It can be simply destroyed just by one thing and that is &lt;strong&gt;sin&lt;/strong&gt;. And hell no am I going to let that happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Personally, I am convicted that when you love a person, besides loving and taking care of that person, you have to protect his or her heart. What I mean by protect? It is like being a shield to the heart, defending it from any attacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Will you love a person and do things that breaks his or her heart? That would be so ironic right? Loving people takes responsibility because their lives are in your hands. You either destroy or protect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you love me, protect my heart. That's all I ask from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sweetheart, wo zhi xiang ai ni, shou hu zhe ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to love you&lt;br /&gt;Rainie Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SSuCPNV6dBw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Eng translation:]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I've finally said the words "I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;Still remember that gloomy, rainy evening&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the heartbeat, felt like dancing miracles&lt;br /&gt;You looked at me and told me not to love you&lt;br /&gt;Because you will only cause me pain&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be such a fool!" [as I] quickly cried to stop [the guy from saying anymore words]&lt;br /&gt;You were so cold&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly felt so close yet so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I maybe too young for you&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I guessed, I asked, I've finally understood&lt;br /&gt;That tears shed for love could also taste sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to love you&lt;br /&gt;When I decided to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't ask, and couldn't let go&lt;br /&gt;It was you who made me understand&lt;br /&gt;How I can be so firm about love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to love you&lt;br /&gt;It's like every time I open my eyes, I can only see you&lt;br /&gt;I know that often times I could be stubborn&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what you decided&lt;br /&gt;Whether to finally love me or to run away&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I still can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-8689246746569514557?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8689246746569514557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=8689246746569514557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/8689246746569514557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/8689246746569514557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/slowly-but-surely.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-6635371602877168516</id><published>2007-09-23T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:30:46.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Abba Father, don't let me go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I have a question for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Compare the current Shavonne and the past Li Fang, is there any difference? Good or bad?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many assured me that I have changed for the better whereas some commented that I have gone &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt;. To be frank, I admit that I have &lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt; to change some of my bad habits for example -constantly assuming things of the unseen. And without fail, reprimands are what I always have at the end. And it &lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered there was this period of time during the mid year, I kept on praying that God would help me to love and have &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; patience towards people. I used to be a very cranky and self-centered person, remember?&lt;br /&gt;It was only during the recent events happening in my life, that I realised God has answered my prayers. If those events were to happen in the past, man I know I will blow up, kick some asses and make them scream in &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, that's what I would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, by His grace and mercy, I am changed. I have learnt to be patience towards people especially &lt;em&gt;kids&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Man are just so freaking difficult to handle. Praise God that at least they still have brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you love me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No, I am not trying to humble myself down and ask that question. It is just random. I know people love me simply because I am too&lt;em&gt; irresistible&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;HA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard someone comment this, "The only person you can never get along with, is your current stead's ex." Well, I am not sure the reason behind it but some how it is quite true. I do not like her and the other she does not like me. It is quite stupid la huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF has been smiling and laughing a lot lately and that makes me happy. The only thing about him that is irresistible for me, is his eyes. &lt;em&gt;Awww... &lt;/em&gt;I cannot stand it whenever he stares into my eyes and I have to look at him. It just makes my face goes red. Idiot.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Ai De Tian Guo]]&lt;br /&gt;Cyndi Wang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zPbz-qcBABU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Time never stops for anyone. Everyone is always moving on in their life and that is why their heart changes all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do wish that time can stop, and stop continuing. Maybe because I am just afraid that hearts will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-6635371602877168516?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6635371602877168516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=6635371602877168516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6635371602877168516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6635371602877168516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/abba-father-dont-let-me-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-316794352721825683</id><published>2007-09-20T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:08:57.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>your love forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RvFsEGkH3YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DHEN4UsbKO0/s1600-h/baby..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111985869779623298" style="" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RvFsEGkH3YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DHEN4UsbKO0/s320/baby..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Never have I dream I would be able to call him mine again, since 2 years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Never have I dream I would be able to hold him in my arms, since 2 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Never have I dream I would look into his eyes and find myself there, since 2 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Never have I dream I would see him smiling so gleefully and carefree at me, since 2 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Never have I dream I would be able to be loved by him, since 2 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Every day after school, I would hesitate whether to take bus 14 to Interchange, take bus 10 and change to bus 229 or walk all the way to the MRT station bus stop to take bus 24. Deep in my heart, I wanted to see him, even if it is only a glance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Whenever the bus 14 or 222 drove passed his school, I would look out to the basket ball court, hoping to have a glimpse of him. In these 2 years time, I only managed to see him once. And whenever bus 229 drove passed his house, I would look up and wonder what he was doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A one-sided love that I treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Looking back, I find myself was very silly and cute. I do not regret for anything that had happened in the past. Everything I have sacrificed, sowed are worth it. For him, it is worth it. Really. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Baby, smile.. you know I am always at your side.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I cried. Cried in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I do not understand this either. Everytime when I see or sense that people who are close to me, feeling upset and in pain -emotionally, my heart just goes out to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Do not look at how big or how big your problems can be. Remember God is still bigger than all of that. He is the same yesterday, today and forever. Amen. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-316794352721825683?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/316794352721825683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=316794352721825683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/316794352721825683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/316794352721825683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-love-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RvFsEGkH3YI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DHEN4UsbKO0/s72-c/baby..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937107902361963057.post-6001532249577227154</id><published>2007-09-19T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T08:28:36.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wish I can do something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After the phone was hang over to me, the first sound I heard, I knew you were crying. I asked, "Are you alright?" You immediately changed your tone and cheerfully replied. But why? Why up till now you are still hiding from me? I know and understand you well enough to be called your De. I have seen you in your weakest and helpless moments, so what is this to me? It aches me so much to know you're in pain and I cannot be there for you. Please be strong, everyone is worried about you, especially me. And I miss you too, terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is still the biggest among all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am not sure if this is my blood or what, but I just realised one thing. My mum and I have a sensitive soul. For my mum, maybe she is only sensitive towards me and my dad. Being a playful gal as ever, I did not go back home the whole night once.&lt;em&gt; Was at my house downstairs the void deck, so please do not wonder if I went to fool around or not&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I reached home, she was lying on the sofa and she called me. All she said was that she could not sleep because she sensed something was wrong with me although she had no clue what had happened during the night. I was surprised. She could sense I was not right even we were miles apart. Yea, I love my mum. Just that at times, I wish I can stuff some food into her mouth to make her fat. She is way too skinny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after what had happened. I have decided to stand up again. I cannot let people who still believe and have faith in me, down. It pains me so much to let them see me in such a bad state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry guys, especially Joa. I love you gal, the BEST! Hope you did not waste any precious time on me. And for you, all I can say is that your presence is greatly appreciated. You are the least person I want for you to worry about me. I know you hate to see me cry, but you always see me in that state and I know you are &lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt; to it. The moment I saw you left, my heart cried out even harder. Not that I still have that special feelings for you, but still... I am so used to everything about you. Cannot be helped. Thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As for the both of you, thank you. Thank you for coming all the way down. I know I had did silly things to cause you two to worry, but both of you still care about me. Very appreciated. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And YOU! Haha.. I know you are waiting for your turn right? Well, sweetheart.. Thank you. And I am sorry for making you so worried about me. I did not turn my back on you on purpose and you should know the reason why. Thank you for comforting and encouraging me. Well, please do not try to be fierce to me, because I will be doubled fierce towards you. HAHAHAH!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will never stop suanning you as long as I am alive. Be prepare alright?! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your love forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Close your eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let me paint your picture, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even if my heart becomes deserted through the changing seasons, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This much would do me good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am not in a loving-lovely-in-love kinda mood. Haha.. But I like this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I wanna sing to &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; guy. =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Loving me, just got to be you.]]&lt;br /&gt;Lin Yi Chen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-uHgUXx5nY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is for &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Eng translation]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Of all the people who know how to make me smile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There is none more talented than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Easily break into the walls of my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You complete the beautiful dreams of tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The whole universe, vast &amp;amp; boundless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Each and every little planet, revolves around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Loving me, just got to be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm willing to protect the happiness that you grant me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Loving me, just got to be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe we'll end up laughing while crying, but because it is you, I'm not afraid of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The one who knows how to make me tear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Emanate the deepest emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Leaving a scar in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At the same time, you lit up the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Look, there are so many encounters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But only with you can we create miracles worthy of Heaven and Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, the crevices in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think that besides God, you can make me happy.&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/4937107902361963057-6001532249577227154?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6001532249577227154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=6001532249577227154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6001532249577227154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6001532249577227154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wish-i-can-do-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-5852078494734872200</id><published>2007-09-16T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:52:14.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I won't live my life without You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have come to a point whereby I know if He is to leave me or forsake me, worst still, all these turn out to be only a myth or a story. I will choose to die and commit suicide straight away.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to live anymore without Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised this world is a very spiteful place. Everyone is imperfect yet they expect others to be perfect, to be their ideal person. Not talking about relationships here but how many of you know what I am talking about? They just expect too much from one and another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me in the past. After I known my cousin and my leader, they are the ones who kept on reminding me that people including me are imperfect and He came for those people. No doubt I can be a perfectionist at times and I used to enjoy controlling people to be who I want them to be. As time goes by, I noticed that the relationship became bitter or many misunderstanding were caused. And everything just turned out bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to change and am still changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one is perfect&lt;/em&gt;. I have got that into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What is the new charismatic move everyone is talking about? Why is everything I, me and we? Why did I feel something is missing when we sang praises? For every sentence, there is a me, I and we. Yes, the songs are very inspiring for people, youths especially, wanting to do great things for His kingdom. However, when I listen to the old praise songs by Hillsongs or other bands, I feel His presence is even stronger. As for every sentence of the songs, there is a God is great, He deserve all praise, He, He and He, not much of me, I and we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jurong West times. The sense of family bonding is much stronger and amorous.&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously miss overnight PM at Jurong West.&lt;br /&gt;Right Joa? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever I will sing of love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Joa said I should blog of something happier.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess so? Everyone reading my blog has been asking me what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is wrong, people. I am alright and I know I can handle everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person makes me happy.. I mean its really because of his one simple message that I decided to pick myself up again. Thanks for being there for me and constantly smiling at me, knowing I need that a lot. =)&lt;br /&gt;Time flies very fast and I have known him for almost 2 years now. Well, those time were tough... There were times when I really want to be right next to him to comfort him, times when I just want to see his smile and times when I really want to die to kick his ass. Seriously, he needed that a lot in the past. Right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till this day, I still do not understand why I hang on to him since day 1. I have never really left his side although he had and sometimes we did not even communicate at all.&lt;br /&gt;We have seen each other on our ups and downs times. And I still remember we cried on the phone twice together over some stuffs. Haha.. I guess that is why I am very sensitive to his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I used to hate him, he was a heartless moron, but now.... Haha... He is still stupid lah huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shavonne enjoys drinking but she is never a addicted alcoholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I wanna be with you]&lt;br /&gt;Xu Ji Er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5tULCcOpeQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I love this song too.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-5852078494734872200?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5852078494734872200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=5852078494734872200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/5852078494734872200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/5852078494734872200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wont-live-my-life-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-2127345430618243808</id><published>2007-09-14T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:19:22.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To you what is really happiness, "Xin Fu"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess the happiest moment I had so far throughout this whole week, was when I saw my mum reading her bible. As I walked pass her room in the morning, I looked in and saw her so engrossed with the word of God and I just smiled to myself. It reminded me that God is indeed faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Still remember when I was young, whenever I watched my mum worshipping other gods, I would doubt that she would ever get saved. Yet God's words never lie and she was finally saved last month. I am happy. But that's not what I called "Xin fu".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Whenever I fall, You pick me up." Yes, it is true that God will always pick one up whenever he or she falls. However, I believe that He can only help to a certain extend. God is there to pick the fallen one up, but he or she has to be willing to be pick up and then stand his or her own two feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Many times I have fallen, God picked me up and I stood on my own two feet. But now, it seems that I no longer have the strength to stand on my own two feet to continue to walk or should I say, face reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm tired, I have no faith in myself anymore. Once someone told me this, "Do not compromise the standard of serving in the kingdom of God." Well, right now I told myself the same thing. I cannot do &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror as I tear, I would smile and say, &lt;em&gt;"There is no point crying, Li Fang."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There are these three people, who God specifically placed in my life have definitely changed me. They were hardly caring towards me, yet through them I became someone I may or may not want to be. In the past, I was a very sentimental person, someone who get emotionally attached to people very easily. I was once very emotionally attached to one of three. Thus up till right now, even though we hardly communicate already, whenever I am in my down moments, thoughts of him would still cause me to weep in pain. Whereas the other two have taught me how to discipline my emotions through a lot of harshness and poor at showing affections from them. Despite all that, I still thank God for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Right now, this blow seems to have caused me to waver uncontrollably. And my life is still in a chaos. How great. I want to cry.. Really.. Yet their heedlessness caused me to stop. And when I stop, it is tough to get me to cry again. I would just suppress all the emotions within me till I feel so emotionless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I want to sit on the airplane and fly to somewhere else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Every time as I look out to the scenery and into the sky from the viewing mall in Changi airport, I will feel happy and excited, as if all my problems have vanished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There is where my dream lies and where I want to be. Outside, just outside of this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Whistle]]&lt;br /&gt;Tree Of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7BKTMZ6Ey8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I love this song. It reminds me of the times with my cousin. How he took care of me and loved me. How he made me feel that this world is still a beautiful place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Although we are no longer as close as we were, I still miss him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I miss him saying, "Korkor sayang dede."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dede juga sayang korkor......&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-2127345430618243808?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2127345430618243808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=2127345430618243808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/2127345430618243808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/2127345430618243808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-you-what-is-really-happiness-xin-fu.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-6786414026403850016</id><published>2007-09-11T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T02:49:25.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No one tells me its coming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I hate to look back. I hate to face the fact that people who once were there with me, now crumpling down before my eyes. I hate to see them destroying my faith. I hate to see myself running and fighting so hard alone, for no avail. I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate myself for being such a ultimate loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to see Your glory to shine ever so bright Lord. But why can't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"To your point of view, it may be just a small problem. To their point of view, it may be a big problem. To Me, it is only a problem, a problem which I cannot not solve."&lt;br /&gt;"To you, it may be a a little painful heartbreak, or set back. To them, it may be a very painful heartbreak or set back. But to Me, it is a only a heartbreak or set back which I cannot not heal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like what my previous post stated, I get sick of people easily. Now I see myself getting sick of life very easily too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I cannot handle all these stupid things anymore. It is too overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;My heart does not feel like doing anything, especially about the &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am not being emo here, whereas I feel like I am emotionless now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whatever~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You can be there for her, for them, for yourself. Yet you are never once there for me, to comfort me, to wipe away my tears, to protect me, to strengthen me. I feel like an idiot. I really do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So now, F.O. You make me so sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jealousy]&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTJGWYk4Kyo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jealousy is such an evil thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-6786414026403850016?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6786414026403850016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=6786414026403850016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6786414026403850016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6786414026403850016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-one-tells-me-its-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-3028215766314493412</id><published>2007-09-05T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:54:55.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It sounds so cliche huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know what? I don't know. It just seems to be very destructive to my spiritual life.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am always doing things but everyone just gives me the feeling like, "You're not doing enough, try harder." I am not complaining here, this topic is too vague to even mention it. Well, I am really hecking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 different people, 2 different views, 2 different convictions. And I have my own convictions and hell I am going to stick to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, people are the worst tools to handle. Up till now I still do not understand why God put specific people in my life to either bring me up or bring me down. I mean freak those who are there to bring me down. I am not a perfect being, baby. I do have my flaws. I do not need you to accept me but leaving me as who I am is the least you can do. That kinda people are such a pain in my ass. Goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What I like to eat yesterday, I may hate it today -that's my character cultivated since young. Unique huh? Well, I think its a hinder to me instead but I do not care. I get sick of people very easily. Let me repeat. I get sick of people very easily, not all but a few. I cannot stand those people who think that they know me, seen me through from head to toe when they know peas about me.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how to love? Everyone now is talking about, "All things you do, do it with love. Love people fervently." Freak man. Then why do I see people especially leaders in work manipulating his or her people instead of speaking the love language to them? Is that kinda example set to let people follow? Ludicrous shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jesus and He loves me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sex is not the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Most people say I am a quiet person, well I only speak when I think its time for me to do so. Yet most of the time I am observing and analysing people. I am more of a listener than a talker and I do get crazy and hyped up with people that are closer to me, eg: JOALIN KUAN LI YI! [Are you honour to see your name being mentioned here? Hahaha!!]&lt;br /&gt;Yea, she is one of the few that can make me laugh like an idiot and crap like a crab. I love her despite she can get on my nerves at times because I can only complain to her about &lt;em&gt;everything and anything&lt;/em&gt;. Oh man.. This is so touching right? [This statement is for Joa.] Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Good Lord, I think I have changed to be more and more "alone", you know, always standing on my own views, critical in other words. With quite a few people like that in my life, no doubt I would become like them. Thank God I am still better off lah huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am growing up, slowly from a very innocent, childish and young girl to a sophisticated, still young and mature woman. **Big &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; grins* I love myself now because I can think better than last time and at least I do not cry so easily anymore. Most importantly I can control my emotions well now. Frankly, I hate being&lt;em&gt; emo&lt;/em&gt;. I hate showing the down side of me to people, I hate messaging those emo emo kinda sms to people and I just hate crying in front of people. Don't ask why, I do not know and I do not care. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am glad that I am going camp tomorrow till Saturday. So do miss me peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics to show off. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7rnjPwP2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Sz5vdsdGOu8/s1600-h/DSC07944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106778092193464162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7rnjPwP2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Sz5vdsdGOu8/s320/DSC07944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Joanna's birthday. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7rjTPwP1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/nYWJ27WhZ8c/s1600-h/DSC07958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106778019179020114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7rjTPwP1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/nYWJ27WhZ8c/s320/DSC07958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac trying to act emo. Haha.. Crazy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7rcjPwP0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/qiLLF8qAaSg/s1600-h/DSC07938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106777903214903106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7rcjPwP0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/qiLLF8qAaSg/s320/DSC07938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were doing the banana dance. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7rWzPwPzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/V17E4CMjGDw/s1600-h/DSC07941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106777804430655282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7rWzPwPzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/V17E4CMjGDw/s320/DSC07941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7rTjPwPyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IPSXnFHeOfM/s1600-h/DSC07940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106777748596080418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7rTjPwPyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IPSXnFHeOfM/s320/DSC07940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our TRP PM on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7q8TPwPxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fjJtxaJ0TNk/s1600-h/DSC07778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106777349164121874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7q8TPwPxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fjJtxaJ0TNk/s320/DSC07778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Kai Kai &amp; Me. Cute huh? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7qlzPwPuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O2nYpt7JPAE/s1600-h/DSC07850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106776962617065186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7qlzPwPuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O2nYpt7JPAE/s320/DSC07850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this pic thou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7qiDPwPtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dVfifWmwxfU/s1600-h/DSC07844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106776898192555730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7qiDPwPtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dVfifWmwxfU/s320/DSC07844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7qbDPwPsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/S94YJCNIJ0c/s1600-h/DSC07843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106776777933471426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7qbDPwPsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/S94YJCNIJ0c/s320/DSC07843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that she is going mad. *Evil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7qXjPwPrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6S5SuR6QYfw/s1600-h/DSC07809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106776717803929266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7qXjPwPrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6S5SuR6QYfw/s320/DSC07809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was trying to adjust my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7qIjPwPpI/AAAAAAAAADo/CfkhKVuC3lg/s1600-h/DSC07788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106776460105891474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7qIjPwPpI/AAAAAAAAADo/CfkhKVuC3lg/s320/DSC07788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was cam-whoring with Joa on Sat. FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7pkDPwPoI/AAAAAAAAADg/g9y1_eCvIjY/s1600-h/justincam+150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106775833040666242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7pkDPwPoI/AAAAAAAAADg/g9y1_eCvIjY/s320/justincam+150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he bought me a shots. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7q3jPwPwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sHOLlKClvjg/s1600-h/DSC07772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106777267559743234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7q3jPwPwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sHOLlKClvjg/s320/DSC07772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Willi and me.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7o5TPwPnI/AAAAAAAAADY/p9LR23EULBA/s1600-h/justincam+135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106775098601258610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7o5TPwPnI/AAAAAAAAADY/p9LR23EULBA/s320/justincam+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the 2 behind. See me? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7oiTPwPmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dmCztXDso-k/s1600-h/justincam+126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106774703464267362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7oiTPwPmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dmCztXDso-k/s320/justincam+126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is my 2nd korkor. BEN!! Haha.. Cute huh?&lt;br /&gt;He likes to call himself Jay Chou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7oODPwPlI/AAAAAAAAADI/k-hu4e_5zaY/s1600-h/justincam+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106774355571916370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7oODPwPlI/AAAAAAAAADI/k-hu4e_5zaY/s320/justincam+103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my beloved kor, CK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7n8jPwPkI/AAAAAAAAADA/KK4iY1z92mQ/s1600-h/justincam+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106774054924205634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7n8jPwPkI/AAAAAAAAADA/KK4iY1z92mQ/s320/justincam+106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The group that went to drink. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7nHTPwPhI/AAAAAAAAACo/be82NfSliwE/s1600-h/DSC07754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106773140096171538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7nHTPwPhI/AAAAAAAAACo/be82NfSliwE/s320/DSC07754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hennessy. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7nejPwPjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dfjZyraQLCk/s1600-h/DSC07777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106773539528130098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7nejPwPjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dfjZyraQLCk/s320/DSC07777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the layout, cool huh.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7nNjPwPiI/AAAAAAAAACw/S6-u_sTLur0/s1600-h/DSC07774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106773247470353954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7nNjPwPiI/AAAAAAAAACw/S6-u_sTLur0/s320/DSC07774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7m2jPwPgI/AAAAAAAAACg/PloKP31qmvY/s1600-h/DSC07777.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went Kandi Bar @ Clark Quay to drink last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-3028215766314493412?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3028215766314493412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=3028215766314493412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/3028215766314493412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/3028215766314493412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-sounds-so-cliche-huh-you-know-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/Rt7rnjPwP2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Sz5vdsdGOu8/s72-c/DSC07944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937107902361963057.post-2479583456648266139</id><published>2007-08-22T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:17:47.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh.. I just realised people are still reading my blog when i have made it private and only 2 people knew my new blog URL. Oh well, its alright. I've decided to change it back to a public one and &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; is my new blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;Yet same rule still applies -If you do not come here with a open heart, I would encourage you to leave this page because the contents written are not here to please you but they are based on facts and my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My greatest honour is to serve You, my Lord and my King.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This season has been really tough for me. I have never felt so discouraged, limited and helpless in my walk with Him so far. Yet this time round, i felt so pressed in every corner that i could not moved, yet He is not "letting me go". He continued to push me even harder, bring me further until I realised, I am not that impotent after all. He gave me a chance to test myself out, whether I would persist on or quit. Yes, there were times when I cried out to Him saying, "&lt;em&gt;Lord, Why? Why are You still pushing me even harder when You know I could not go on anymore&lt;/em&gt;?!" He simply replied, "&lt;em&gt;Yes, because I know you&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand why He said that until during service when our church sang the new worship song, "&lt;strong&gt;Forever&lt;/strong&gt;". The reason to why He kept on pushing me is because He knows I have not reach my limit, I have not come to a place where my heart will say, "&lt;strong&gt;I give up&lt;/strong&gt;". He knows I am a strong person and all I need, is just a little push. And one thing I realised, I have always been like that since I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On the same day, as the whole church were praying, He brought me back to my past. I saw visions of myself when I was only a 6 years old kid, sitting in one corner of my previous children church, tearing as I watched the movie of Jesus Christ. And without fail, every single week, I would attend my children's church service and the thing was, I always travelled to my church, &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt;. My mum would just dropped me at the MRT station and then I was on my own. A 6 years old kid like me, knowing nothing, just wanna follow Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And then I saw myself when I was 13 years old, queuing up for an adult service in Suntect, alone. Almost every services I went, I was always alone, not together with a CG or knowing anyone there. As many of you all should know, when people go for alter call in our church [CHC], usually they are accompanied by friends, relatives or one of the CG members. Yet I remember for myself, the very first time when I dedicated my life to Him, I was alone and I was only 13 years old sitting among 1000 plus of strangers. It took me a lot of courage to lift up my hands and doubled of my nerves to walk down to the stage to be prayed for.&lt;br /&gt;After which, there were a lot of flashbacks of times when I fell, times when I cried out, "&lt;em&gt;Where are You God, why is this happening to me&lt;/em&gt;?!" and times when I turned my back against Him. Yet after each time, I would only draw myself closer to Him. And then I heard Him saying, "&lt;strong&gt;I do not look at your outward appearance nor your actions, I only look at your heart and I see faithfulness and boldness and that is why, I chose you&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every christians have a love story with Him, to tell. I have mine and I can assure you, my story is not a simple one but full of adventures, excitements and never forgetting the heartaches and times when we cried together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I can see and like what my sister has told me, God is giving me opportunities to train myself to be a great leader. I am right now taking leadership position in my CG, in my church school cluster and my CCA. Yes, its tough and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! &lt;strong&gt;Never give up -is my way of a warrior of God&lt;/strong&gt;. [Same saying as Naruto. Oh I love watching Naruto Anime.] =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RswU7TPwPXI/AAAAAAAAABY/MZsCztT6caY/s1600-h/DSC03819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101475486915116402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RswU7TPwPXI/AAAAAAAAABY/MZsCztT6caY/s320/DSC03819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RswaoDPwPcI/AAAAAAAAACA/y6v6bmHGwRU/s1600-h/PIC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101481753272401346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RswaoDPwPcI/AAAAAAAAACA/y6v6bmHGwRU/s320/PIC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RswYzTPwPbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xOs8QzaCWcU/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101479747522674098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RswYzTPwPbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xOs8QzaCWcU/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RswV-jPwPZI/AAAAAAAAABo/EdiExLy1MGE/s1600-h/DSC01989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101476642261319058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RswV-jPwPZI/AAAAAAAAABo/EdiExLy1MGE/s320/DSC01989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before and Now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bukan Cinta Biasa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hardly had the time to chat with my very loved yet annoying and fat cousin for quite some time. Both of us have been very busy lately and I could only call him once a week. Anyway, I was chatting with him on the phone last night and he was so............... Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if this is in our bloodline or what but both of us like to boast about people who fancy us but he is worst lah yea. Haha!! So, he was telling me that he is going to marry NaNa, his currently girlfriend in 2 years time which means I will be 19.&lt;br /&gt;And this thought just came into my mind -If I can bring someone along with me to Jakarta to attend his wedding, who would I want to bring or should I say, who is willing? Be it a girl or boy. Well, I would really like to bring my future boyfriend la. HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I jokingly concluded that I will go there and find one Indo boyfriend. Surprisingly, he encouraged me to find a Singaporean boyfriend instead because they are better. Omg!! Really meh?! Alright, then I will find someone who knows how to speak Bahasa, thus he can teach me. HAHA!! I really want to leran to speak Bahasa lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It is good that he is getting married, I am happy for him, but yea... I will miss him. Well, another 2 years I can officially be with my boyfriend le. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share with you about the the guy of my dream. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First impression counts a lot for me, but usually I will first take notice of these few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His hair. -His hair style has to be my liking.&lt;br /&gt;2. His face. -How well is his facial care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. His sense of dressing. -I fancy guys who know how to dress well.&lt;br /&gt;4. His teeth. -Need not to be straight but must be clean and not full of plagues.&lt;br /&gt;5. His nails. -Oh, I do not like guys with long fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;6. Whether He is a gentleman or not. -I dislike wimps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. Any piercing -I fancy guys who pierce their left ear, other than that, no where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, most importantly, I cannot have a boyfriend who is more emotional than me, cannot lead me and has no purposes in his life. I am starting to fancy smart, geeky and &lt;em&gt;naughty&lt;/em&gt; guys right now. Haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh~~~ Lee Wan~~~ My Lee wan oppa~~~ He is my favourite korean actor now. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tree of Heaven MV]&lt;br /&gt;Lee Wan~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q97zIg941Yo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If I just can have a boyfriend like Lee Wan.. Handsome, tall, strong built and oh... I love his smile.. Aw......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-2479583456648266139?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2479583456648266139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=2479583456648266139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/2479583456648266139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/2479583456648266139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RswU7TPwPXI/AAAAAAAAABY/MZsCztT6caY/s72-c/DSC03819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937107902361963057.post-3297215843198614283</id><published>2007-08-16T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:23:06.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words of Affirmation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='20'&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt; Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/lovelanguages.php' target='_blank'&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-3297215843198614283?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3297215843198614283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=3297215843198614283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/3297215843198614283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/3297215843198614283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/five-love-languages-my-primary-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-804096889615385536</id><published>2007-07-24T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:13:19.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;[Edited]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will Y/you take me as i am, imperfect?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i so difficult to understand? So impossible to love? Why do i have to get hurt by people who meant a lot to me, again and again? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am not depending on people for just love and comfort words which will only satisfy my soul temporally. What i really yearn for is the spiritual things that can fill my spirit. i want to see and experience more of His goodness, His unconditional love and His faithfulness. Do you not understand? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why is it so difficult for them to see what is in my heart, my real intentions that i really mean well? Why do i see those who have been running this race with me all these while, now running in a different direction from me? why do i still feel lonely when i know i am not alone. How discouraged i am, who knows but only Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am not perfect and neither i am strong. My world seems to be in a mess now, Oh Lord, my Refuge, what should i do? People who You once placed in my life, are leaving. Lord, i may not understand all Your works, what You are currently doing in my life. Yet i choose to trust in Your goodness, that Your purpose is good for me. Others may not understand, may not see, but i know You do and You know my every thoughts and feelings. i will continue to praise You even it seems impossible, -i will lift my hands and praise You. Even if i fall, i know You be there to pick me up. Oh, thank You, Jesus.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will i be able to stand up strong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I cannot recall when, but it has been a long time since i cried in a bus, -this time on the way to school. How many of you know that truth hurts? Yea, and it really has damaged my soul &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;, this round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i have never doubted, &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;, that the love i have shown cannot be seen or felt. i thought i have done my very best to love, to care and to sacrifice, yet at the end it all claimed to be just my own illusions. And that i cannot be compared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When the truth hit me like a thunder bolt, my heart literally stopped beating for a moment. It hurts so much that i felt i was brought back to the past, almost two years ago, on that fateful day when exactly the same thing happened. That feeling was so familiar, that feeling of not being appreciated, that feeling of being fooled, that feeling of, "it will never be the same again". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For the rest of the day before i stepped into my house in the evening, friends were around me to console me. &lt;em&gt;Thank you Choon and Aaron, i will seek your advices.&lt;/em&gt; In their presences, i could not give myself a chance to be weak and i laughed and smiled together with them. Yet when i reached home, when i was all alone in my room, i could not take it anymore. This time truly, i haven fallen and i am all alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i need the right people in my life to help me. i need the strength from God. i need to be myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It seems that i really am gonna go through all these alone. But one thing for sure, i will emerge stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i need someone who is stronger than i am, who is more spiritual than i am, to lead me, to bring me closer to God. Are you up to it? Stop giving people the wrong impression about the both of us. It irritates me a lot and i do not want you to get hurt in the end.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-804096889615385536?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/804096889615385536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=804096889615385536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/804096889615385536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/804096889615385536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/will-i-be-able-to-stand-up-strong-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-6198384045049214663</id><published>2007-07-19T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T13:30:09.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love is crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!! This is crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; can.. My gosh!! I need help!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I do not want any confessions! I do not want to know their feelings towards me, i do not want to hear them saying, they will always be there for me!! Oh my goodness!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3 in a day confessed their love for me and 1 confessed last week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;... Like what the heck right???!!! I am not a flirt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; can.. I just get along with guys well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But the thing is, I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;.. Of all the guys, why him... Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praise You in the storm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who am i? What have i done? Do i deserve all these? Just why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Questions like these have been popping up in my mind lately. Questions which i have no clues about but only He has the answers. Am i doubting? Am i losing my faith? i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only through all these tough times when i know that He truly loves me and i need Him more than anything else. Sometimes it is just hard to believe that there is actually a Person who loves me too much till He is willing to do the will of His Father and died on the cross for me.&lt;br /&gt;A Friend who will never turn His back against me even when i do and walk away from Him. A Friend who is faithful, loyal to wait for me to turn around and welcome me back to His embrace with open arms. A Father who will never say, "you've turned your back against Me and went on your way. Now that you want to come back to me, with your heart broken and a wounded body. I tell you, Leave! For I am angry and do not know you!"&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it hard to believe? Yet that's the message i want to bring across to everyone and anyone who has a wounded heart or lost hopes in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Even for myself, i have to constantly remind myself that i am His beloved, His blood shed on the cross has washed me clean and i am no more in condemnation. It is easy to fall into the devil's trap when your faith in God is not strong enough and difficult to fall out of God's embrace when you are fully secured about His love.&lt;br /&gt;i do not like to think that my Father is a angry God who always looks at people's flaws because i really have tasted His sweetness, gentle love. He only looks at our strong points and strengthen our weak points. &lt;em&gt;"He is soft on people but hard on their problems",&lt;/em&gt; is what i always tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, i have to grow in my faith. Things are going well for me as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;siritual&lt;/span&gt; warfare has raised to another level, but i will not surrender. Even if i fall during the war, i will pick myself up and continue to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To people, it may seems to be a challenge, a test. Yes, indeed it is. Yet to me, it is divine chance to get love God more, to get closer to Jesus and to be more sensitive to the Holy Spirit. Always be positive, for Jesus is not negative. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many people said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shavonne&lt;/span&gt; is cute and she agrees too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.. i think i need to have more sense of humor. i can easily laugh at people's jokes but it seems 65% to impossible for me to make people laugh. oh gosh, this is no good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... you know what, i am very deprived of "gal's touch". Yea, and i mean "gal's touch". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. i miss all my gals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.. i miss those those bitching and shopping sessions with them. Not boasting but i usually hang out more with guys in school and outside till when i see a group of gals chatting and laughing together, i feel like going up to them and ask, "What are you gals talking about? Can i join in too?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;i am not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;les&lt;/span&gt; and i am straight, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LAH&lt;/span&gt;!! i love guys who are tall and strong built. Who has a great sense of humor and very good self image. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, and i can not stand guys who do not how to take care of their breath. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;! EAT A MENTORS PLEASE or spray some mouth freshening!! And that i need a guy who can lead me, not me leading him. Ah......... Well... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. I need gals now more than guys.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To you:&lt;br /&gt;sorry. But i have to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise You in the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Casting crowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ji2rLXr3cEU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need You, Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-6198384045049214663?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6198384045049214663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=6198384045049214663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6198384045049214663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6198384045049214663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/praise-you-in-storm.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-3014320002782915421</id><published>2007-07-15T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T03:05:11.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The battle is over, the victory is ours, Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"If you are to call upon My name, I will be there. you will not fight this battle alone. If you just call upon My name, I will fight the devil for you. Do not be afraid because you belong to Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What is actually being strong in the heart? Force yourself not to cry when you are being hurt by some one's else words? Force yourself to smile when all you want is to put on a expressionless face? I believe everyone and anyone can do that.&lt;br /&gt;However, who can continue to put their trust in God's goodness when all situations are against them? Who can say to the devil that he or she is never going to allow negative thoughts or even depression to set into their lives? It takes a lot of faith to do that. Are you up to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest with everyone, i am not a perfect being. i have sinned against God and almost went into depression recently. Yet with the strength of God, i managed to stop myself in time.&lt;br /&gt;What took me out from the devil's trap, is the Cross. It is His Son who died on the Cross for me and took away all my sins and shames. I do not know why, but whenever I cried out to Him, whenever i could not move on anymore, the holy spirit would always take me back to the Cross and asked me, "He has died on the Cross for you and bore all your sins, shames and pain. Will you want to let him to die in vain?" And that is what keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i would not say that i am very strong, but i know if one day my Father is ever to leave me, Jesus and the holy spirit are ever to forsake me, i will perish. Man cannot give me the strength that i want, the love that i need. No one but only Him and Him alone. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have felt His touch, i have tasted His goodness. I want more, I want more of Him.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is now broken due to my past sins. Is it difficult for me to move on? i bet you never want to try. It is the love of Jesus, the Cross and the book of Psalm that encouraged me to persevere on, that strengthened my faith in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To those who are oppressed and feeling weary in the heart, do not be discouraged. God is the strength of our heart and portion forever. Our Father is the all mighty king, if you just call upon His name, He will come and fight the battle for you.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself in Jesus's embrace and He is hugging you so tightly. Yet the thing is, His body is bare but full of wounds, stripes and blood stains. He is protecting you constantly from all the evil and painful works of the devil. It is the same as He died on the cross for us. Will you let Him died in vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will you follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time, i did not cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to send my cousin off yesterday afternoon. Yes, my heart was feeling a little sad because i know i will miss him very badly. And i may not get to see him for the next 3 to 6 months o r even one year. Yet somehow, i know that i have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that a few important people in my life have left to lead their own life and one of them is my cousin. As many of you all know, he is very close to me. Now that he had went back to Jakarta, he cannot be always there to guide me. I have been following his footsteps for the past 7 months and right now i know, it is time to follow my leader's footstep. Not that he is not doing well but i know he has his own life to lead, his own career to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;I have grown a lot for this past 7 months together with him, right now it is time for me to move on my own. Whatever i do, i want to make him proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kor,&lt;br /&gt;Dede will be strong. And dede promised you, she will do great things that make you proud and glorifed His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Why]]&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Nordeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/14tZRDdwggU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/14tZRDdwggU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-3014320002782915421?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3014320002782915421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=3014320002782915421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/3014320002782915421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/3014320002782915421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/battle-is-over-victory-is-ours-father.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-2127834510892961561</id><published>2007-07-02T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T02:06:17.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So much about love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Many said i am a rich-in-emotions person. Well, that's partly true because i have learnt to control my emotions over the months. i am more sensitive towards mine and people's feelings and i just love to love. Yet one thing i must say, it is never easy to love people like how Jesus does -unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder what God is like? In the book of Isaiah, God is described as both sovereign Lord and a tender shepherd [Isaiah 40:10-11]. Our God does have two sides to His love: a hard side that's consistent, purposeful, protective, and mighty with judgement; and a soft side that's compassionate, tender, forgiving and merciful.&lt;br /&gt;If we want to love in a Christlike way, our love must have both hard and soft sides. Specifically, we need to remember that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He was always soft with people, yet hard on their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i have learnt to let go and let God of people that, well, whom get on my nerves and hurt me before. i do not want to judge anymore but to look at them with the eyes of Jesus -they are the precious of God.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when i heard people especially Christians saying, &lt;strong&gt;"oh, i hate this person, i hate that person..",&lt;/strong&gt; i would start to ponder. &lt;em&gt;"Ain't we called to love God whole heartily, love people fervently? I thought you just told me you want to be more like Jesus?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are times when i am very tempted to place my judgements on people who have got on my way or done things which personally do not think is right. However, i always need to remind myself not to judge but let God decides how He wants to look at those people. After all, they are still God's beloved and we have no right to say anything but to love them with the love of God. Like David, he committed adultery and murdered yet he is still called the one after God's own heart, His beloved. If Jesus can loves sinners and even religious leaders like Nicodermus, who turned to Him in sincere faith, why can't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So why hate? Love is much easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Just one question. Feel free to tell me your answers on MSN or anywhere. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Why do people always choose who they want to respect and who they cannot be bothered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you give me your all or nothing at all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh. I was reading my bible just now as i came across this verse, Isaiah 43:4 &lt;em&gt;"........... Therefore I will give men for you."&lt;/em&gt; Then i just burst out laughing and i told God, "Thanks ar God, at least i do not have to worry if i would ever get married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... As many of you know, i do not really blog about my personal or daily life much. i just do not have the habit of it. Anyway, things are pretty alright for me. Church is good, CG is good, school is good and Shavonne is very good too. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ah.. And one thing. i miss my crazy and i-can-laugh-till-i-drop self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Man, poly has no life can. I always say Joa in JC has no life, come and think of it, Poly has also no excuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss Nat, i miss all those bitching sessions i had with her in Secondary school. I miss Bian, Clement and Bar who never fail to make me laugh. I miss Keith because he always listens to my problems in school. I miss those English lesson when i always sat with Gar and copied each other works. I miss the Jamelyn gals. I miss looking out the window for cute guys with Gemma during every lessons. oh man.. This is killing me. Now i understand why all my seniors always say, "Secondary school life is the best time of your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe right now, i decided to stand alone rather then to lean on people too much. Not because they cannot be trusted, just that..... &lt;strong&gt;"Leaders are always alone."&lt;/strong&gt; i have to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for love.&lt;br /&gt;Hillsongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCSQE5Lwk2s" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for love, He came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-2127834510892961561?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2127834510892961561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=2127834510892961561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/2127834510892961561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/2127834510892961561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-much-about-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-6180061534891800904</id><published>2007-06-29T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:29:51.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It has to be a joy to sing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Before i flew back to Jakarta, i made prayers to God saying that i did not want to go Jakarta to just eat and play but to have an encounter with Him. I prayed that I would be a blessing and have favour with everyone i meet over there. Moreover, i prayed that He would show spiritual things when i attend their Indonesian church. Thus, one thing i have noticed -their praise and worship session is awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When you are free, tune in to songs sang by True Worshiper, a Indonesian band led by Sidney. Their praise songs are so full of the spirit that as the saints sing, you feel the spirit of joy birthing forth inside of you. Not saying that the praise songs written and sang by bands like Hillsongs, CCC or even my church is not good, praise God for their talents, praise God for KC. Yet one difference between people in Indonesian church and Singaporean from my church -you will not know if the people in my church are singing praise and worship to God or just sing for the sake of singing. No offence upon saying this or to anyone in particular. The thing is, "Do feel you the spirit of joy and peace when you sing? Do you mean every word that you sing? And when you sing, what is your mind focusing on?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;When i saw how the Indonesians sing and worship God, i am amazed and touched. You will know that they truly yearn for God and everything of Him. The smiles on their faces as they sing praises to Him can really warm your heart and you know Jesus is just right beside them. Well, i have seen many people including me during praise and worship, yes, they are singing, clapping and even jumping, but somehow their focus is not on God. And there are no smile on their faces. Come on, we are not singing to a dead God but a living God. One who is just like all of us who love to sing and dance. He is not a "D" person but a very fun God. i like to imagine myself dancing together in the spirit with Jesus when i sing praise and when i worship, i imagine myself standing on the stage alone and He is the only audience watching me. Only the two of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I do not want to sing for the sake of singing. I want every word that i sing, goes up to heaven and touched God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is the strength of our heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Letting go of things or loved ones that you love most, care about the most can really be the toughest and throbbing thing to do. It takes a strong heart and the strength of God to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There will be times when you remember about the thing or the person, your heart could not help it but feel sore and weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, i am not going through this alone but together with him. I know he misses his loved one and i... I could not forget the one i loved. Thank God for him because I know i can trust and lean on him and he could also do the same thing on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Letting go is not an act of weakness but it shows that your heart is very strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[HATIKU PERCAYA]]&lt;br /&gt;True worshiper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nTstd-0zsaE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-6180061534891800904?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6180061534891800904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=6180061534891800904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6180061534891800904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6180061534891800904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-has-to-be-joy-to-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-640360278873147464</id><published>2007-06-25T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:30:39.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bearing the cross, i carry on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Time flies too fast, 6 months have passed&lt;/em&gt;", i thought to myself as i sat on the plane back from Jakarta. It has been a long, rocky and strenuous [spiritually and physically] journey for me. Yet, i am glad i have came this far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Still remember for the first few months, how God proved Himself real before me as He assured that He will provide for me despite those difficulties to tithe and give. Well at the end of the day, i gave more than i pledged. Oh praise the Lord, Amen! Moreover, though it was a only a slight desire in heart wanting to spend my holiday in Jakarta this year, God saw and granted it. And i had the best time over there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;However, despite all these blessings, things did not go all well for me only until then I have a breakthrough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Have you ever wonder how does it actually feels when you worship God with a heart that is free? Whenever during praise and worship, is your lips singing yet mind and heart are elsewhere or being burdened? Do you really mean every word that you sing during worship to God? For 6 months, i know my heart is burdened, trapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My Indra is indeed a blessing from God, someone whom i know i can lean on to. That night he was sitting beside me, we were listening to a worship song and he began to sing. As i was listening to him, my heart felt so heavy suddenly. There is freedom and love in his voice to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I knew my heart was not free. Indeed i love Him but i guess i focused too much on my sins and problems that i could not come to Him as a free person. Then he held on to me as i began to tremble uncontrollably. He prayed and ministered to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yes, there are sins i have committed all these while that no one knows but only God. Sins which i could not forgive myself for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;At that moment, presence of God was so strong in my room and i know Indra was tearing too. I felt so weak and all i want is God. Indra began to ask me to confess my sins to him which i did not initially. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;How could i? The sins i have committed are so ugly and wicked. i fear that if people come to know, they will think otherwise about me and the person who matters to me the most is him. I do not want to lose the trust he has for me. Nonetheless, he did not push me into saying and just held on to me as i cried on his shoulder. And he said this, "All He wants is your heart. Will you give Him your heart which is broken, darkened and burdened and believe He is able to cleanse and restore it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Finally, i confessed and he said, "God has forgiven you, i have forgiven you. Now, would you forgive yourself?" I began to tear even badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sometimes, people just tend to think they are "more humble" than God when He can forgives for their sins but they themselves cannot. All these while, i admit i have not forgiven myself, i think that my sins are too sinful to be forgiven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;God is still a good God and He is the strength of my heart. I decided to set myself free by forgiving. No, it was not easy but by His strength i took that step.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Right now, i am a free person although i am still recovering. But i will not give up, I just have a breakthrough. I am still Shavonne, the strong one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[[Before I let you go]]&lt;br /&gt;Freestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iiA9Xc1PJjM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If she can ever do one thing, she will want to tell the whole world. She loves him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-640360278873147464?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/640360278873147464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=640360278873147464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/640360278873147464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/640360278873147464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/bearing-cross-i-carry-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-3518579027877988134</id><published>2007-06-11T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:27:55.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Nothing is impossible to those who pray and believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ok.. Right now I am inside Changi Airport waiting for the gate to open before I board the plane. Frankly speaking, up till now I still cannot believe I am actually flying to Jakarta,&lt;strong&gt; alone&lt;/strong&gt;. Imagine a 17 year old gal travelling to a far far away country all by herself. Haha... I l0ve this adventure. It has always been my desire to fly back there alone or even to travel around the world. It is really amazing how my parents finally trusted me and willing to let me travel there all by myself. And I really want to thank God for everything, especially for Drew.  &lt;em&gt;Please do take care of yourself.. Don't fall sick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So yea.. I feel like as if I have grown up SO much. Haha.. Well guys, I have to get going now. Most probably I will not be blogging till I come back. Anything just email me or sms me.. Will be missed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Remember, Shavonne is cute and she loves you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is letting go, the only choice left for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6 months ago before I left for Jakarta, I felt this way. 6 months later before I leave for Jakarta today, I feel the same way again. Why? It is gradually killing me inside. Who will understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Do you have a pen pal from oversea, or a friend you make online whom you never speak to face to face before? Somehow I wish I have one, hopefully a non-christian.&lt;br /&gt;It has came to my attention that the closer I get with someone -emotionally and mentally, the more difficult for me to be totally transparent towards the person, sharing the deepest secret in my heart with the person. Forget about trust, it is the side effects I am more afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I want to say, to pour out from the bottom of my heart to just someone, but as I look around today at the people in my life, I found none. And the truth is no one.&lt;br /&gt;There are indeed people who are close to me, whom I really trust a lot. Yet sharing with them the inner things in my heart, I can't do it. Man are too selfish, too judgemental, and that includes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As I sat on the bus back to interchange last night, I felt my heart was heavy. Tears gathered at the back of my eyes but could not seem to flow freely down my cheeks. It has been some times since I felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow I will be back in Jakarta and I am going to see my cousin, I should be happy&lt;/em&gt;." I thought to myself. But yea, so what? Seeing him does not mean the burdens in my heart will be completely taken away.&lt;br /&gt;Yet one thing about him that touched me the most is his ability to speak into my heart without me taking the first step to talk to him. The moment he called me last night after I answered saying, "&lt;em&gt;Hi korkor&lt;/em&gt;.", he replied, "&lt;em&gt;Dede, are you ok? Are you sad&lt;/em&gt;?". I was taken back.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I had not spoken a word to him for the past two days and I told him before I would be busy, he would not know anything that happened to me. And after I heard his reply, tears just began to flow down. He really has his way to pull down my strong front.&lt;br /&gt;I did not tell him anything, but his love and warmth has brought me up a lot. And I guess he is the only person that is able to make me smile, laugh and cry at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;People tend to ask me why I am so close to my cousin. The main reason is, he is a gift from God, an answer to my prayer, an angel to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving today, I do not know what kind of decisions I will bring back from there. But one thing for sure, I will not quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To you,&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for showing my attitude to you on the phone the other night. It just discouraged me a lot when you could not "be there for me". I do not know what to say to you. I am leaving today, so please do take care of yourself in Singapore. Please eat, I do not want you to have gastric like me. I will take care of myself so do not worry about me. Continue to serve, because it is a joy to serve, not a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Seperti Yang Kau Ingini]&lt;br /&gt;Jeffry S. Tjandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fseg2sww6R8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My favourite indo christian song. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-3518579027877988134?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3518579027877988134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=3518579027877988134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/3518579027877988134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/3518579027877988134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-letting-go-only-choice-left-for-me-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-8750925061096770879</id><published>2007-06-07T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T12:40:13.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i choose to trust in His goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven." [Matt 5:16]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This emerge 2007 had been a great breakthrough and experience for me. From POS, to my ministry and my spiritual walk with God. I never know it can be so much of fun.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that impacted me the most is when I saw how and what Sun has been doing for the people in China. She is so full of compassion and desire for the people. As I watched the video, I teared because I really felt the joy in those children's heart.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God, "Would You use me like how You used Sun to make a difference in so many people's live?"&lt;br /&gt;Sun has always been my role model, a woman who is truly after God's own heart. Yes, I do want to be someone like her -having such a good career, good family and always gaining favour from everyone. However, what matters to me most, is her heart, her love for the people out in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In the past when I just started growing up in church as a young christian, the fire in me is always burning for God. I am always thinking of how I can become a more spiritual person and what I can do for the Kingdom of God. Not saying that the fire in me has stopped burning, but I realised it is burning even stronger now. For God and for people.&lt;br /&gt;These past 4 months, I saw how God brought me from glory to glory, although at the same time I faced a lot of challengers.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest challenge I believe God has placed in my life currently, is how to love people unconditionally. Grew up not knowing what is the real meaning of love, God asked me if I can love people like how Jesus loves the people. It is tough, no doubt, because all man are selfish. Being someone like Jesus, like Sun, having such a big heart for the people is what I always wanted. Some people may think that it is because they are famous, so well-like, thus I want to be like them. No, what for? Fame does not have a eternal value, you do not bring it to Heaven when you die. Only your character and attitude will follow you where ever you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachings of the Beatitudes by Pastor Kong have impacted me a lot and it definitely brought me closer to God. Being broken and meek towards Him is what I yearn to do. It is difficult and painful, but I will press on. I want to His name being glorified by my good works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is the thing you want to change in society?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I feel that there is a need to have more love and respect for one another in the society. Be it bosses to employees and the other way round, children to their parents and the other way round and even religious to religious. If there is love, there will be peace. And love is much less painful than hate. So why not choose to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautifully Broken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I will leaving for Jakarta in 3 days time. Oh.. Ain't you guys gonna miss me?? Haha.. I know a lot of people will.&lt;br /&gt;But before I go, I just want to say a &lt;strong&gt;"BIG THANK YOU"&lt;/strong&gt; to someone who is always there for me to lend a helping hand. And that person is none other than.... *Drum rolls* DREW HUANG!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Cool huh?! Well, if its not for him, I will not be where I am right now. And i sincerely apologized for all the shits i threw at him when i was in my moods and all the nagging. I never know i can still be a great influence to him despite all those bad times. Haha.. Through His grace yea..&lt;br /&gt;Well, but I feel that he has went through a lot with me especially when I am in my firm mode. Sometimes I feel a little guilty after correcting him and asking him to change to be a wiser man of God. Surprisingly, he listened. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I just wanna say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Drew, thank you for being such a good friend, brother and listener to me. I have not done much for you but you indeed have done a lot for me. I will always remember you and how our friendship is built where ever I go. Continue to grow in the Lord even when you are in NS. Just remember the song which I have dedicated to you, sang by Sun. Whenever you need me, I will be there to listen.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left alone, staying in a room full of memories.&lt;br /&gt;Sudden loneliness, too much pushiness.&lt;br /&gt;Can't hold on to the weight of the tear on the face.&lt;br /&gt;There is a need for more strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired? Do you feel like talking to someone?&lt;br /&gt;Hence, come into my embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always by your sides,&lt;br /&gt;Not allowing you to move on without me.&lt;br /&gt;My gentleness, my promise, stay with you till the end.&lt;br /&gt;I will not leave, each time you are sad.&lt;br /&gt;My gentleness, my promise, can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you do not know how to hide your pain,&lt;br /&gt;Let me go through with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Cry on my shoulder]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSrp8ZUl5Pc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If I wanna cry.. Can I cry on your shoulder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-8750925061096770879?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8750925061096770879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=8750925061096770879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/8750925061096770879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/8750925061096770879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-choose-to-trust-in-his-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-1887410561403263429</id><published>2007-05-19T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T12:48:23.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A river of breakthroughs will flow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I refuse to surrender to the circumstances of my life, I refuse to bow down to the devil and allow him to take control over my mind and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, everything seems to be so unbearable for me right now. I have to be very cautious about many things especially the money in my purse and I have to say -it is very tiring. Sometimes at the thought of "what to do? I do not have much money.", my tears just start flowing. I could not do anything but to trust and obey. I have never went through this kinda difficulty before and right now, I am lost. There is nothing much I can do, but to pray and keep reminding myself, "no matter how terrible your situations may be, He never change."&lt;br /&gt;He is the Jehovah Jireh, Lord my provider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What does it takes to make a complete, God-centered Cell Group?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else but prayers, showing of love for one another and everyone truly seeking after God's own heart.&lt;br /&gt;Let the prayers be for love, unity and openness in the CG. Pray for God to open the gates of Heaven upon the CG. This cannot be done with only one strength, everyone has to come together and have a conviction to pray. Trust me, prayers work wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once, someone came to me saying, "you know ar, that gal stop coming to church le. She told me because she wants to study. Its like very what lor. She should put God and church first before everything and she rather blah blah blah blah...." Tell me what was she actually doing? -Judging and condemning.&lt;br /&gt;In the bible it says, "Judge not, or you will be judge, Let there be therefore no condemnation...." So why are we still pointing finger at one another, hurting each other's self esteem? It does not make you any holier or the sins you have committed are less immoral than their sins. All of us has committed the most brutal, horrifying and disgusting act. And that is to send Jesus to the Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;However, God has mercy on us, cleansed us from our sins with Jesus's blood and reconciled us back to Him again. If He can remember our sins no more, why can't we?&lt;br /&gt;I always remind myself and seek for the Holy Spirit to help me when I speak to my members or anyone. And not to look at the situations from the outer shell but the yoke inside.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to use words that will not leave a impaction in their heart whereas cause them to get hurt. Speak and encourage with love, that is more of Jesus's style.&lt;br /&gt;All of us are not perfect and what makes you think that you are the only precious in God's eyes? This is where compassion comes in. Look at everyone with the eyes of Jesus, understand them with the mind of Jesus and love them with the love of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your frustration on people for they do not understand. Be wise and know who you can turn to. They have to freedom to choose what they want for their own life. The least we can do is to encourage them, pray for them and not to condemn them. We are here to win souls not to destroy souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Be broken and meek unto God. For He sees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're back, angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hohoho.. My birthday is coming, EMERGE IS COMING, term test is coming, 11 JUNE IS COMING!! Seriously I cannot wait any longer.. After all the chionging and hard work, I think I do deserve a good rest. And to be able to stay by his side will be the second happiest thing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at my life right now, I cannot help but to feel content about it. Although I do not have everything I want for my life, the love and concern shown by people around me is enough. Sometimes I could not help but to feel like a little princess in their eyes, being pampered and loved. Never take advantage of that, because you may lose it anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So yea... Shavonne is a grown up gal, smart, sharp looking, patient, compassionate, jaunty, crazy and not forgetting, CUTE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[[Move On]]&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aVkqrC3V3pk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If there is a guy who can sing this to me. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When are you going to stop crying&lt;br /&gt;As you wait for someone who isn’t going to come, closing your heart firmly&lt;br /&gt;Why won’t you see me&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for you, who is waiting for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on move on&lt;br /&gt;You should just stop, that person isn’t coming&lt;br /&gt;Open up my heart now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Be the one you wait for every night&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take that person’s seat now, I’ll do it&lt;br /&gt;I will always be right by your side&lt;br /&gt;I won’t leave you like that person did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart that’s seeing you like this&lt;br /&gt;Is hurting the same way yours is because of that person&lt;br /&gt;My gaze that is watching you&lt;br /&gt;Is the same as your gaze that looks at the seat that person left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on move on&lt;br /&gt;You should just stop, that person isn’t coming&lt;br /&gt;Open up my heart now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Be the one you wait for every night&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take that person’s seat now, I’ll do it&lt;br /&gt;I will always be right by your side&lt;br /&gt;I won’t leave you like that person did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and look at me now, give me a chance too&lt;br /&gt;The scar that person left&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take it upon myself, making up for it forever by your side&lt;br /&gt;So give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on move on&lt;br /&gt;You should just stop, that person isn’t coming&lt;br /&gt;Open up my heart now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Be the one you wait for every night&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take that person’s seat now, I’ll do it&lt;br /&gt;I will always be right by your side&lt;br /&gt;I won’t leave you like that person did&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/4937107902361963057-1887410561403263429?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/1887410561403263429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/1887410561403263429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/river-of-breakthroughs-will-flow.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937107902361963057.post-426025595017492017</id><published>2007-05-12T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:55:53.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I crucified my flesh and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I took the first step of faith. Yes, it almost killed me when I went against my flesh and trust in the Lord that He would deliver me. It is not that I never experience this before; I just hate this feeling big time.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of all these disillusions and limitations. I want to break free; I want to do what I always desire in the spirit. All these while, I felt so limited and my conscience kept testing me. I could not keep up on His pace and lagged so behind. It is time to speed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream, a big one that seems absolutely impossible to many people and sometimes, to me. Whenever I look at what I have in my hand and then at the dream, yes I would doubt and question Him. However, I know it is His visions for me. &lt;br /&gt;In the past, I only wanted to be a worship leader in my church who serves and lead the choir every week. Right now, I want something more, more than just being a worship leader, more than just serving in church every week. &lt;br /&gt;I do not want to lead a “routine” kind of life. After poly or getting a degree, serve in church every week, get myself a soul mate, work then have babies and wait for Jesus to come back. No, I cannot see myself leading this kinda “boring Christian” life. I want something much more extraordinary, much more desirable than becoming wealthy, much more satisfaction than only getting what I want.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a worship leader cum a missionary. I want to touch lives with the love of Jesus, to share and equip people with my life experiences and to comfort those broken hearted. I really want to go into Indonesia and bring a revival in that country. I do not know why, I have a greater passion for that country.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill this dream, I have to lay down my life, to place all my desires unto alter and to only seek Him first. It is definitely not going to be easy, but for love, I will do it. I have already taken the first step; I will continue and fight on. I am much stronger on the inside than you think I am on the outside. I am someone who never gives up. Even if I fall, I stand up fast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to share an intimate relationship with you more than anyone else in this world.” said the Lord to Shavonne. &lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby,&lt;br /&gt;Is she everything you wanted in a woman?&lt;br /&gt;You know I gave you the world&lt;br /&gt;You had me in the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;So why your love went away&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was me and you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Me and you until the end&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna think about it&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the blues about it&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is this fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the way it's really going down?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Should’ve known better when you came around&lt;br /&gt;That you were gonna make me cry&lt;br /&gt;It's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that you're living a lie&lt;br /&gt;But that's ok baby, cause in time you will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way, back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way, back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one thing. Shavonne can't wait till she turns 21. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Letting go]]&lt;br /&gt;Brooke Hogan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mmbp7RzEYbw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mmbp7RzEYbw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what you put me through&lt;br /&gt;Anything I would have done for you&lt;br /&gt;But it's not how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;When you and I were hooked on each others dreams&lt;br /&gt;Got stuck in reality and &lt;br /&gt;You couldn't make everything feel alright&lt;br /&gt;When I gave you the best of me &lt;br /&gt;I never thought you'd give me a reason&lt;br /&gt;To tell you I'm leaving &lt;br /&gt;I ran out of patience when you started changing&lt;br /&gt;And there's no tears left to cry&lt;br /&gt;Kept on hoping we could find a way to make it real&lt;br /&gt;And tell myself that it's getting better when it never will&lt;br /&gt;And I would never want for you to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to tell you so&lt;br /&gt;But I'm letting go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-426025595017492017?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/426025595017492017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=426025595017492017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/426025595017492017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/426025595017492017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/ee.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-1188897303683445198</id><published>2007-05-08T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:45:12.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Numbness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I never expect all these things to happen in one short time. How am I going to handle them? Am I bearing all these alone, Lord?&lt;br /&gt;I am confused and lost. The anguish I am suffering from, is not ceasing yet increasing. When will it come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I can't take it anymore. It is like I am standing  right next to the word "fall", any moment I may just break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am not at all prepared. I do not want to face what is coming -the pain of letting go. I just got myself out of that pit once and now, I am walking straight right into the next one, a deeper one.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to see myself crying every single day, waking up every morning thinking "why the hell am I in this state?" and missing anybody till I can go insane. I hate it, Lord. I freaking hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will You once again, calm the raging seas that are crushing over me?&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay by your side. Forever if I may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of him, just breaks me. I wish I can remove all his agony and anger and place it upon myself. At least, I am able to see him smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do now? I really want o fly back to Jakarta right now and be by his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not ashamed to say.&lt;br /&gt;All I want for my birthday this year is nothing but just a air ticket that can take me back to Jakarta.  If you may, just give me cash. I need it more than anything else. I am sorry, but it seems I am really desperate to fly back to stay by his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, my broken angel.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[My Heart]]&lt;br /&gt;Irwansyah Acha Septriasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6y8M8FORl0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6y8M8FORl0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku merindukan saya, sayang korkor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-1188897303683445198?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1188897303683445198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=1188897303683445198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/1188897303683445198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/1188897303683445198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/numbness.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-6930882583247287539</id><published>2007-05-04T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:28:13.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updated.&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shattered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I really don't know what to do. Yes, I was a little insane just now, all I want to do is to hide all my emotions, my tears and stop thinking about anything that would break my heart. Yet after I settled down, my mind was just directed back to Indra. The thought of him is enough for me to break down and cry, whats more if I gather all my other problems and burdens together? Its so poignant and I could not do anything but pray and believe. Yet when will my prayers be answered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I miss him, I miss him very badly. He is supposed to come before my birthday and right now, he will not be coming back. Yea, I am disappointed and more thwarted because he may not come to Singapore this year. Why? Why like that? He promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm not doing alright now, my soul is broken. I know it would affect me spiritually if I do not do anything, but what can I do? Everyone is advicing me to do this and that, yes, thank you very much for your concern, however thats not what I need. All I want is merely a pair of listening ear, a open and compassionate heart, a mouth that will not judge, a mind that is indulgent, a pair of eyes that see with love and a hand that will hold on to me if I really fall. Is there really no one else beside Jesus? Can this world be so cruel and selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lord, how strong do you wanna make me? I know you're answering my prayer but could You guide me? I can't do all this alone. At this moment, I can't depend on anyone for strength that would carry me through. I need You, oh Lord. I need you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why am I so callous to so many people now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very soon, I'll tell you how I feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It has been more than 5 months, I wonder how much that person know me. From my temper all the way to my favourite food, it seems that that person knows nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I smile or even laugh at the little things that that person say or do when I actually am very moody. I feel like a retard, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have enough. I can't go on and pretend that my heart is not hurt by that person. I know how much I mean to that person, how much I am needed in that person's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I deserve someone else? I believe everyone deserves someone special. But who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[[Just go]]&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Mccartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dPOzqEWrdh4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you tell me so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-6930882583247287539?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6930882583247287539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=6930882583247287539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6930882583247287539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6930882583247287539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-tempted-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-4374732055418464138</id><published>2007-05-02T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:29:15.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Find my way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know how I am feeling right now. Emotionless, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Well, tell you something special about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get emotionally bruised very badly, after a while I will tend to shut down my feelings and I will be on my moods. You may say that I am putting up a strong front or being "diao", I just can't seem to feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother to ask me whats wrong, I would like to know too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you should know, I never really like to write about my daily life in my blog. Usually I share about my feelings and thoughts, thus everything that I write and post in my daily entry contains solid meanings. That's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I try to fly away but it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;And every breath I take gives birth to deeper sighs&lt;br /&gt;And for a moment I am weak&lt;br /&gt;So it's hard for me to speak&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're underneath the same blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could paint a picture of this melody&lt;br /&gt;It would be a violin without its strings&lt;br /&gt;And the canvas in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Sings the songs I left behind&lt;br /&gt;Like pretty flowers and a sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's heavy on my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it alone&lt;br /&gt;Heavy on my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my way home&lt;br /&gt;Heavy on my heart&lt;br /&gt;So come and free me&lt;br /&gt;It's so heavy on my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my share of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And I've tasted pain&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would touch an angel's wings&lt;br /&gt;There's a journey in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hard for me to hide&lt;br /&gt;Like the ocean at the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, can you find me in the darkness, and love,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down&lt;br /&gt;There's a journey in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hard for my to hide&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd touch an angel's wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[[If]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Beyoncé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oarugQ6NrpE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why? Do you really want him to take me from you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you even care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If that's so, let me know and let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-4374732055418464138?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4374732055418464138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=4374732055418464138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/4374732055418464138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/4374732055418464138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/find-my-way-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-2229704142576115861</id><published>2007-04-30T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T03:29:52.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Draw strength from Me, alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;It's You who make me stronger&lt;br /&gt;I need You more than ever&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason why I'm singing for You&lt;br /&gt;It's You who create the wonders&lt;br /&gt;In all my days of struggles&lt;br /&gt;It's Your love that surrounds my whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I could not take it any longer, my heart cried out to Him once more. This time He rebuked me by saying, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why are you drawing strength from man? Draw strength from Me, alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Then the Holy Spirit gave a vision of me being a light bulb, man being the generators and God as the power supply, main source. There will times when the generators will break down and fail to produce energy, yet the main power supply never fails. He made me realised that I have depended on man too much that when they failed me, I would be affected.&lt;br /&gt;It is not wrong to receive support and strength from people around you, from the people of God. However, I went overboard that when I do not get what I want, my emotions would then take control of me. And it was this time that I finally understand how weak we humans are and how awesome He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard people saying, "I'm sick of you, I'm sick of your attitude, I'm sick of you repeating the same mistake. I give up on you."? It is quite depressing if someone close to you, say those words to you. Well, now I know how strong He is. Remember what I wrote in my previous entry about Him saying that He would never give up on me. At that moment after He spoke to me, my eyes just opened and saw a wonderful truth.&lt;br /&gt;Man can never be strong as Him, man can never be as patience, compassionate and forgiving compared to Him. Thus, I made a conviction that when man fails me, I should not be upset but turn to Him, cast all my emotions on Him because He never fails me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My greatest desire is to really love people with a heart exactly like Jesus. So pure, so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you say to me, if we have never met before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Personally, I know that I am a emotional person and I enjoy talking about love, watching about love and listening about love.&lt;br /&gt;So do not bother to tell me not to watch love stories, listening to love songs or even think about love. Everyone is different and we do have our own likings, attitudes and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;I really do want to go through a romantic courtship like one of those Korean dramas. It may sound very "drama", naive to you people. Yet to me, it takes two really strong hearts and love for each other to go all the painful obstacles. And through them, both hearts will grow closer and know they really need eah other.&lt;br /&gt;I do not just want to get into a relationship so simply by having interest in each other, then get closer and maybe marrying in the end. Everything seems so smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;No, thats just not me. Sorry. I want something more.&lt;br /&gt;And I told a lot of people before, I need someone who can love me and also my imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;[[I'll take the tears]]&lt;br /&gt;A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KBfxgMNroko" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;How is it now that I can tell you I love you?&lt;br /&gt;How is it only now that it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, the love that we had is torn in two?&lt;br /&gt;so you'll take the .smiles from all of our years,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;When I can I tell you tha, I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-2229704142576115861?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2229704142576115861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=2229704142576115861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/2229704142576115861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/2229704142576115861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/draw-strength-from-me-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-2310543604915425174</id><published>2007-04-27T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:33:22.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Will you tell me, I'm beautiful?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today post will be a little different. I will touch more on the emotions that are running through me these few days and my thoughts. Quite random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am only 17 this years, I believe that I think and feel like an adult. I am not trying to convince anyone or even myself here that I am very mature already but I am on my way to it. Thus I hate it when people treat me like a 13 year old gal who is still lost in her own world. Well, the truth is, I have seen the world -the beautiful and disgusting side of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I do not know why, people only tend to see the surface of me. They have not yet seen the inner me or they just do not want to. The reason is, they may not want to accept the real me. Yet, I thank God for others who are much closer to me, they chose to love me for me. And I know He loves me the most despite all the ugliness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am imperfect, and so is everyone. We have to learn to accept each other's flaws and forgive all the wrongdoings. To me, the greatest love anyone could show or give is to love another's imperfections. Thus, I am praying for someone who can love me for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I miss that feeling of, "You smiled at me."&lt;br /&gt;I miss that feeling of, "I can't take my eyes off you."&lt;br /&gt;I miss that feeling of, "My hearts skips a bit when I see you."&lt;br /&gt;I miss that feeling of, "Security you gave when you encouraged me."&lt;br /&gt;I miss that feeling of, "Whenever you stand next to me, I wish you'll never leave."&lt;br /&gt;I miss that feeling of, "You are all that I need."&lt;br /&gt;I miss that feeling of, "I can't deny. I know I have fallen for you for the first time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why do I miss those feelings so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Personally I believe, the most romantic thing a guy can do for me is to show or tell me that he really appreciates me for everything I have done. I would really love if a guy can ever sing a love song to me or play some music to show how much he appreciates and loves me. I do not need a bouquet of 999 roses or any material stuffs. All I want is a balance of words of affirmation and actions. I am a easily-satisfied person, although sometimes I do ask for more. I do not need a lot of physical touch, all I want is that he is able to touch my heart.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I believe, when a guy tells a gal that she is beautiful, she really is beautiful to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I miss that last feeling of, "I am all that you want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;[[What goes around. Comes around.]]&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s556imFuXdc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Is this how you're gonna hurt me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-2310543604915425174?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2310543604915425174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=2310543604915425174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/2310543604915425174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/2310543604915425174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/will-you-tell-me-im-beautiful-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-3893705322679075951</id><published>2007-04-22T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:06:44.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;why am i the reason? why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Till now, my past still haunts me like a shadow that never leave my side. Each time as I am reminded by my past, my emotions would tend to set in and I would feel so unworthy of Him again.&lt;br /&gt;Yet through His mercy and grace, He never fails to take me back to the cross and shows me His compassion. He has paid the price through death and taken away all my sins and shames.&lt;br /&gt;There and then, my heart would break and I would cry out,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Why? Why do You have to do this for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is not that I do not want Him to die on my behalf, the reason is I know He loves me too much till I am afraid, afraid I would sin because of my weaknesses and break His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that you love someone so much that you become so fearful of losing him/her? That's how I feel towards Him at times. It is not that I am insecure in His love, its because I love Him too much that I cannot bear to lose Him. I do not know what my life would be without Him. Thus I always want to do my best, be the best in front of Him. However, due to my weaknesses, I failed again and again. Sometimes I fell so hard till I did not want to stand up and just wanted to remind there.&lt;br /&gt;And then, He would come. Pick me up and restore my heart with love once more. I would then ask,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Are You not tired of doing the same thing over and over again?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Once, He replied me this,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"If I have to do it a infinity times to let you know that I will never give up on you, I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How great is His compassion? No words can ever describe. Just go to Him with a pure and simple heart and He will show you how great great is His compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[[Why?]]&lt;br /&gt;Nichole Nordeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lX-lafNe3cc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could only look at your back and watch you walk away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;From sister and brother, we became lovers. From lovers, we became friends. And from friends, we became strangers. My An Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I miss him? Yes I do, a lot. Each time when I look at how loving they are, I would question myself, "Were we as loving in the past?"&lt;br /&gt;I have let go of him, my heart no longer cries out for him but the memories still remain. There is still a pinch of sadness in me whenever I see him. I wanted so much to tell him, I miss him. Yet each time I would stop my pace, look at his back and just wish he would turn around and take a look at me.&lt;br /&gt;Right now it seems that I have lost this friendship. Someone who once was my greatest cheerleader, bestest friend, pillar of strength, most understanding person and my teddy bear, is gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we talk again? Just when? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, people. Even if you know who the guy is, please do not be mistaken. I have already someone else in mind. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[[Crush]]&lt;br /&gt;Mandy Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E-G_m91aGhI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;When will you be mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-3893705322679075951?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3893705322679075951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=3893705322679075951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/3893705322679075951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/3893705322679075951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-am-i-reason-why-till-now-my-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-5535956827521307494</id><published>2007-04-14T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T04:08:31.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;All for love, i crucify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Like what Drew has always been reminding me, these are all testes and trials that I have to go through to grow up, learn and experience. The going is tough and agonizing but I know the ultimate result will be a splendid one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who say becoming more and more like Jesus is a easy thing? I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how compassionate Jesus is to all the people and being compassionate yourself to people is a totally two different thing. And that is the reason why I have been praying a lot for this area. It is not effortless for me to love people without being tempted for wanting them to love me back.&lt;br /&gt;Look at how Jesus shows His unconditional love to the people, has He ever demand something in return? No. Is He always complaining when people do not appreciate His good deeds? No. Does He still continue to care and show His love? Yes. And that is my amazing Friend.&lt;br /&gt;To really love someone, most of the times you have to crucify your flesh -emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, take my friend and me. She is more of the egoistic kind and she can really get on my nerves very, super easily. Well, before I am writing this post, I was actually very angry her. Yes, I was so keen to throw my tantrum at her, show my attitude and just make her know that I was mad with her. Yet, because she was having PMS herself too and I did not want anything to affect our friendship, I chose to crucify my emotions, let it go. It was tough.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank God I do have very supportive friends and I truly care for her a lot, I did it. I prayed for Jesus to let me look and understand her with the love of God, and help me to be more compassionate than to hold grudges. It is so easy to get angry but when I want to get happy again, it takes a triple effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am someone who wants to be appreciated and need a balance in words of affirmation and serving from people. Well, I guess I have to change the "wants to be appreciated" part but it will not kill just to tell me you appreciate me right?&lt;br /&gt;So yea.. Jesus is slowly showing the keys to all my answers for my prayers. I just have to keep on searching and trusting Him. I know in the coming future, I will grow to become a more patience, compassionately, understanding and beautiful woman of God. A woman of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may fall but I get up fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this what I am suppose to do because I am a gal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I wonder how long I can go on. Not being able to see the future has robbed away half of my optimism to continue what I am doing right now. Everytime after I message, I would sigh. "Why?", I ask myself. How come I do not feel the joy of doing what I am doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get sense of security from people? Good question. I am seeking for an answer too.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing except love is my greatest motivation to keep myself going. I just pray that if one day things do not turn out right, I will have enough strength to get up again. I know I will. At least I have great sisters and brothers who will not give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to spout profanity again which is a bad sign. I do not know, but lately I have been in my moods and mixing around with people who speak profanity like farting. I need to guard myself, I know. Well, it is quite funny when you listen to their "pronfanity conversation". I would always laugh. They are all my good guy friends thou. &lt;/span&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[[爱我还是他]]&lt;br /&gt;David Tao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5fhR7DsqzHA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you love her or me?&lt;br /&gt;I rather you tell me the truth, than to cheat on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-5535956827521307494?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5535956827521307494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=5535956827521307494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/5535956827521307494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/5535956827521307494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-for-love-i-crucify.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-4484871928820411111</id><published>2007-04-10T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:51:39.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father God, give me strength to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Easter 07 was a spectacular one. I love everything from the Praise &amp;amp; Worship to the Easter drama, sermon and even the alter call. Although I prefer last year Easter's drama production, this year's never fail to make me tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was more about how we human sinned and betrayed Jesus, yet He was willing to die on the cross on our behalf. He had died and risen so that our sins could be cleansed away by His blood and we could be reconciled back to our Heavenly Father. On the other hand, this year's drama made me understand one thing -that Jesus indeed, came down to earth as flesh and blood.&lt;br /&gt;During the part when the drama showed how devastated Jesus was after John's death, I heard the Holy Spirit telling me this, "you see Li Fang, Jesus is rich in emotions. He has suffered all kinds of emotions as you have. Thus He knows how you feel especially when you are heartbroken." I teared immediately after that.&lt;br /&gt;I recalled how last time I used to question Jesus if He ever know how I feel when I was upset. Could He not see the tears that I was sheding and how broken I was? Now I know. He sees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;[[Easter o6]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ynen7BbeqlA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The funny parts. Haha.. I love my church drama productions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[[Easter 07]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bj3sLQiltBg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haha.. I just love my church.. Lucas is so cute!! ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Father, I need Your Strength.&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit, I need Your wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I need Your compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this is how my life will be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Things do not stop here now that it is after Easter. Benny Hinn service is coming right up and my school starts on 18 April. If I say I am not worried, trust me, I am lying.&lt;br /&gt;I am not excited for Poly, I seriously am not. It is not the studies I am worried about, it is the people I will be meeting, how my life will be like when I am in Poly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oh Father, help me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;However, I am very appreciative for the people who are always there to make my day. I realised that actually I do have a lot of friends, brothers and sisters who care and love me. Not forgetting my parents too. Oh yea, they went for Easter service. Am I ecstatic? Oh you bet I am. It has always been my desire to see my parents coming to church together with me.&lt;br /&gt;I rememeber last year at Jakarta, I was at my relatives' church with my parents. I started to tear when I saw both my parents lifted up their hands to worhsip. God is indeed faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you guys a honest truth -I am actually very pampered especially in my family. Thank God I am not that spoiled but yea, my dad dotes me the most. Then comes my mum and Indra. Next will be all the people I know. Well, I am a gal after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I believe that I am very different from a lot of gals. What they have, I might not have. What I have, they might not have. I love the way I am and I need people to love me for me. I can change for the better, but I am still me. My nature never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am not naive, but I do want a romantic and thrilling courtship before getting married. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[[Unlove you]]&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1TT-oECcq90" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its so peculiar how the way I fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't unlove you now. I just can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-4484871928820411111?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4484871928820411111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=4484871928820411111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/4484871928820411111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/4484871928820411111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/father-god-give-me-strength-to-carry-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-8581507164985484550</id><published>2007-04-04T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T01:45:02.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Let me hear Your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Don't draw away from me. Li Fang, don't draw away from me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I am not here to condemn you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You are my chosen child. I chose you to be born in this world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I know your biggest weaknesses, fears and shames. All the sins you have in the past, present and future." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yet, I still chose you to be my child."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I know you've sinned against me. But don't draw away from me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Come and let me cleanse you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I love you, Li Fang. I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I've proven Myself real and faithful to you. Shown you my unconditional love so many times. Have you forgotten them all?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Why are you doubting me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Every time when you fall, I am always there to pick you up. Do you think this time I will leave you there fallen? Do you think I do not have the power to lift you up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Don't draw away from me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Look at the cross. All your sins are paid on the cross. I've died on your behalf."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"No matter how big is your sin, your shame, how deep is your pain. I bore them all on your behalf."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"you have no reason not to be accepted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I love you, Li Fang. I chose you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As He whispered into my ear, I started to tear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was yet the best prayer meeting I have attended for this year. Pastor really helped to pull down the presence of God and this time he taught us a way we could actually hear His voice. And I heard, ever so clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love Easter. It is the season when broken hearts, broken lives are brought back to Jesus and let His love restore them all. For that one Man act, we are all able to be reconciled back to our Heavenly Father, to loved by Him. And all our sins are forgiven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If Jesus never die on the cross on my behalf, I would never call Him, My Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends like you, will never be forgotten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[[Mitchell]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell † Give me Strength, Oh wonderful Lord Almight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did something hapen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell † Give me Strength, Oh wonderful Lord Almight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u seem so down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell † Give me Strength, Oh wonderful Lord Almight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;got problem muz tell me leh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell † Give me Strength, Oh wonderful Lord Almight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will surely be there for u wan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell † Give me Strength, Oh wonderful Lord Almight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just to listen to u lah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[[Drew]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoT in 2010-2012? God sometimes do answer your prayers selectively:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry if I don't chat much today. my brain's not working.. tired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoT in 2010-2012? God sometimes do answer your prayers selectively:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i think I wanna tell you something. whenever you're troubled, always make a point to find answers by reading the bible. even if you don't get answers, most probably you'll get excited cause there are so many promises in it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoT in 2010-2012? God sometimes do answer your prayers selectively:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope I made sense to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It is great that during your tough times, there are actually friends that are concern about you and is willing to be there for you. Not forgotten Tian En, Casper, Ck and Jean. Thanks guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this week onwards till end of emerge, my schedule are totally packed. After Benny Hinn, there will be POS traing plus school almost every single day. Am I tired? Yes, very.&lt;br /&gt;When I see other people complaining about how tired they are and then look at what they are doing and how they plan their daily life, I feel weird. No sufficient sleep will sure lead to fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;Joalin taught me not to focus on my tiredness whereas look at Pastor Kong, all the pastors and even Sun. They are more tired than all of us, they need more rest than most of us. And even if they complain, they only do it to God. Thus for us, lets not complain but rejoice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[[好眼淚壞眼淚]]&lt;br /&gt;徐若瑄&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3fB32aYMi0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For you:&lt;br /&gt;I need a balance in your words &amp;amp; actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-8581507164985484550?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8581507164985484550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=8581507164985484550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/8581507164985484550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/8581507164985484550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/let-me-hear-your-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-9083041748292533450</id><published>2007-03-30T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:34:32.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;For God is so faithful, He is so faithful to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I remembered I prayed my first prayer for my parents salvation at the age of 6. Well, finally after 11 years of waiting upon God, trusting Him and His word. Finally, my prayers are answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share with you guys a little about my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;I do not come from a very well off family. What's more? The relationships in my family were built on unbelief, resentment and wounded souls. For 9 years of my life since I was 6, I never trusted my parents in everything they did for me. The reason is, I always feel that they were not doing enough for me. They were not showering enough love on me. As a result, I became a very rebellious, pessimistic and doleful person. I learnt not to appreciate people.&lt;br /&gt;As the years went by, people who I know, who I actually loved a lot, were hurt by me. That includes my parents. Hence, for that 9 whole years, I lived my life every single day, telling myself "My parents do not love me enough, people are not showing concern to me enough, they are always not there when I need them."Nevertheless, I did continue to pray for their salvation.&lt;br /&gt;To me, my childhood seemed to be a broken one, no much laughter but filled with disappointments and pains. However, while all these were happening, Jesus was always in the mist of my darkness. He slowly opened Himself to me through the years, through the different events. And finally, God said "Enough is enough, I am stepping into her life." My greatest breakthrough, memorial stone was how Jesus stepped into my dark life as the light, brought me hopes and filled the emptiness in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, starting was not easy as I was constantly being attacked spiritually and at my self-esteem. I was continuously reminded of my past that up till now still haunts me, but I am still praying and trusting Him that everything will turn out to be good.&lt;br /&gt;There was no change or should I say, became worst in the relationships with my parents initially. God is good and He remembers His promises. Through this one whole year, millions of things have changed. From a introvert, I became a extrovert. From someone who hated to speak up, I became valiant. And I am a much more frivolous woman now. Beside all these, my parents have finally opened their hearts to God and also to me.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I am very proud of myself is that, I never give up. Be it my spiritual life, my worldly life, my relationships with people or with my parents. Although there were tough times, I chose to stand still and not waver. Why? Because I know my Daddy is bigger than everything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So once again, He proved Himself real to me. That as long as I have faith and I speak of what I want, He will give. God loves me? No. He not only loves me, &lt;strong&gt;He loves you too&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am not yet perfect, but through His grace, I'm working to perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;you my solely angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;My Daddy loves me a lot. He loves me so much so that He is willing to give me everything that I desire. And there is one thing that He gave me, no one can take away from my life. And he is my angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the song, "My solely angel" by Tank? That song fits perfectly for my sincere love for angel. Beside being my angel, he is my lover, my brother and my best friend. I thank God for creating him as my blood cousin, if not I may never meet someone like him.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us have been busy with our lives lately that we hardly contact each other. Everyday, we could only talk on the phone for less than 3 minutes and that, is enough to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him, I miss his stupidity which can always make me laugh like crazy. I miss him saying the powerful phrase that never fail to melt my heart, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kor kor sayan Dede!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my ideal boyfriend if you guys do not know. He fits all the categories for my "perfect" boyfriend. Too bad, he is my cousin so we can't be together. Nevertheless, I told him he would be my "boyfriend" till I find my God-given one. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss Indrawan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;[[Way Back Into Love]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ce_DxJFdgM4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-9083041748292533450?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9083041748292533450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=9083041748292533450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/9083041748292533450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/9083041748292533450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-god-is-so-faithful-he-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-1636539242571444724</id><published>2007-03-29T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T03:50:44.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Faith is simply trusting God's character when the world has given you a reason, not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Never have I encoutered this kind of spiritual warfare before when it was so intense till I nearly broke down. Yes, I nearly did.&lt;br /&gt;Everything in my life, seemed to happen in such a fast pace that I almost lost control of it. Well, it was not like something bad happened in my family, but the consequences were the same. You know something is lost, gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, although I am still running on the right track, I have to gurad my heart. Beside what has happened recently, I believe there are more to come. Heartbreaks, disappointments and rejections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When will this end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A question I would ask when my life seem to become what I called, draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;How much do I value to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tell me, someone. What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or the people around me have moved on? I hate it so much when the past keeps coming back to huant me. It hurts, thats the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been the one giving and giving. Sometimes, I want to take too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How can I prove it when there are so many limitations, moreover, the receiver does not seem to care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Something that makes me happy and smile -&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BOYFRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; IS COMING IN 2 MONTHS TIME!! Hopefully before my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I know that after he is here, I will be a much happier person but with less freedom. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The sad thing is, he will not be staying in my house, instead, my aunt's. And that means, I have to travel all the way to RedHill on alternate days to see him. How great?! Well, seeing his smile is enough to drain away all my phyiscal tiredness. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[[Who do you love]]&lt;br /&gt;The Moffats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qcLPjoMCdAQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So who is gonna be? Is it her or me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Who do you love? Who do you need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You're messing up my mind, wasting all my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stop playing with my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Its tearing me apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I hate it when you call her, "My girlfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-1636539242571444724?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1636539242571444724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=1636539242571444724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/1636539242571444724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/1636539242571444724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/faith-is-simply-trusting-gods-character.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-2416499918343577808</id><published>2007-03-21T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:46:13.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Where is God in the mist of darkness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I do know how long she has been like that.&lt;br /&gt;I just miss her so much. The gal who never says die, the gal who will always smile even when heartaches and disappointments drive her up the wall. The gal who always says, "Even if everyone turns against me, God will never." And the gal, who loves to remind herself that she is strong.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Shavonne Tan Li Fang. I miss her smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Will you still love someone like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There is just something about Sun, her voice, her music that caused me to ponder if God can ever be so real. God is real, He is a alive -no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;God is so good to her, as we all know she is someone after God's own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Pastor played her new song during last week's prayer meeting, I'm hooked to that song.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it just touched me. It also helped me to stay on track and continue to run the race.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my spirit is running dry, my flesh is getting weaker and my heart is suffering from more bruises.&lt;br /&gt;Yet Sun's new song encouraged me to keep on running and not give up.&lt;br /&gt;All I wonder now is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how long can I run, how high can I soar in this race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you come and love someone like me?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;For love, I pressed on.&lt;br /&gt;In my journey to pursue my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Misery filled me.&lt;br /&gt;I am not willing to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at me.&lt;br /&gt;I do not let go.&lt;br /&gt;When I was blinded,&lt;br /&gt;I used my voice to sing my beautiful sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at me.&lt;br /&gt;My heart screams for justice.&lt;br /&gt;I will smile as I continue my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I was trapped and lost,&lt;br /&gt;Because of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;There were also times I experienced heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I am still who I am.&lt;br /&gt;For me,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have a simple life at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[[Love me for me]]&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5kHn8HX5wmk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I do not need help, solutions or jugdements.&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a friend, a pair of listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I am doing and what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-2416499918343577808?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2416499918343577808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=2416499918343577808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/2416499918343577808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/2416499918343577808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-is-god-in-mist-of-darkness-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-856470664249744063</id><published>2007-03-09T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T03:52:34.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;All for love, He came...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How do you continue to love people when you are tired of loving? That's when I always turn to Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Peculiarly, I came to realise that I could feel tired of loving people. Well, not exactly everyone but a handful of them. People who I actually love and care so much so that I am willing to sacrifice whatever I have to, for them. Yet at the end, I do not want to do anything for them at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Why? What is wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I asked myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I was in this dilemma until God presented Jesus to me recently.. He showed me how Jesus continued to love the people of Israel even when they mocked and refused to recognise Him. I am convinced that Jesus was disappointed and discouraged because He lived as a human after all. He experienced the same emotions as us. However, the greatest thing is that Jesus still loves the people, up till now and forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes when I look at Jesus, I really admire Him so much. Not that I do not want to be like Him, I am afraid to be like Him. I am afraid of people, taking advantage of me. And I will start thinking of myself, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Loving people is not easy, seriously.. It takes a lot of courage and determination because it involves forgiveness. Forgiveness for people who have scolded you, let you down, mocked at you, rejected you and even pushed you. And that is one thing I always have to remind myself, forgiveness is not a feeling, it is a decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beside that, God spoke to me about my selfishness. When people do not appreciate me for whatever good things I have done for them, I tend to draw back and feel bitter. I will start to imagine things like,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh, I don't think he/she cares about me. I've done and sacrificed so much for him/er, yet he/she has done nothing for me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And that really almost destroy my relationships with people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One thing that I have learn is that, even if people do not see the good intentions I have,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;God sees and He recognises. And I believe, you sow what you reap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO MORE PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh, guess what.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY NEPHEWS ARE B.A.C.K!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes, they are back.. After about 8 months of not seeing them, I thought I would be so excited to welcome them yet I was wrong.. Well, of course I am happy to see them, but they have became&lt;strong&gt; SO&lt;/strong&gt; mischievous especially the elder one.. Till now, he still could not pronounce "Gugu" correctly and goes, "Krukru".. Oh gosh, my Joshua... Haha.. And he actually kicked me in my ass when I carried Javier [his younger brother] up from the bed.. Then he gave me a big smile with his three front teeth missing [he looks so cute! &gt;.&lt;].. Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I remember when he was much younger [he is three year-old now], we used to fight.. Yes, I mean literally fight.. When he hits me, I would hit him back [softly of course], when he takes my pen, I would snatch his toy soldier and both of us would go screaming till my father comes in and scold, me.. Yea, you can never escape that if you have a nephew like mine.. Everyone loves him, including me [BIG GRINS]..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So anyway, Joshua has grown more handsome like his father and Javier has grown so much cuter like his Gugu.. Ahhhh.. I love Javier, he is so cute, like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RfBcwu4rAdI/AAAAAAAAABM/02CKX2rXmb4/s1600-h/DSC_2078ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039629975316791762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RfBcwu4rAdI/AAAAAAAAABM/02CKX2rXmb4/s320/DSC_2078ok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The two sweety pies in my life. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;出口&lt;br /&gt;[[飛輪海]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jphjd8E-Dds" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I heard you saying, "I love you." Yet there is still a sense of lonliness in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;谁能告诉我哪里有出口&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;能让我逃出这个　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;我快沉没的漩涡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-856470664249744063?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/856470664249744063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=856470664249744063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/856470664249744063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/856470664249744063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-for-love-he-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RfBcwu4rAdI/AAAAAAAAABM/02CKX2rXmb4/s72-c/DSC_2078ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937107902361963057.post-915637183508293915</id><published>2007-02-26T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:51:44.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I proceed on with my post, I would like the readers to familiarize with the kinda style to how I write my post. Usually, I would start with sharing about spiritual things; what God has recently done in my life and my thoughts. Next, I would share a little of my private life , my feelings and thoughts. Lastly, it would be some random stuffs like the songs I have been hooked on to lately. So that's about all. Enjoy and pray before you continue to read from here. God bless... =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Forgiveness is s promise, not a feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the book "When God Weeps", Steven Estes and Joni Eareckson Tacla give the following account of Christ's death. As you read, refuse to let the scene be familiar. Let its really shock you and break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face that Moses had begged to see -was forbidden to see -was slapped bloody [Exodus 33:19-20]. The thorns that God had sent to curse the earth's rebellion now twisted around his own brow...&lt;br /&gt;"On your back with you!" One rises a mallet to sink in the spike. But the soldier's heart must continue pumping as he readies the prisoner's wrist. Someone must sustain the soldier's life minute by minute, for no man has this power on his own. Who supplies breath to his lungs? Who gives energy to his cell? Who holds his molecules together? Only by the Son do "all things hold together" [Colossians 1:17]. The victim wills that the soldier live on -he grants the warriors continued existence. The man swings.&lt;br /&gt;As the man swings, the Son recalls how he and the Father first designed the medial nerve of the human forearm -the sensations it would be capable of. The design proves flawless -the nerves perform exquisitely. "Up you go!" They lift the cross. God is on display in his underwear and can scarcely breathe.&lt;br /&gt;But these pains are a mere warm-up to his other and growing dread. He begins to feel a foreign sensation. Somewhere during this day an unearthly foul odor began to waft, not around his nose, but his heart. He feels dirty. Human wickedness starts to crawl upon his spotless being -the living excrement from our souls. The apple of his Father's eye turns brown with rot.&lt;br /&gt;His Father! He must face his Father like that!&lt;br /&gt;From heaven the Father now rouses himself like a lion disturbed, shakes his mane, and roars against the shriveling remnant of a man hanging on a cross. Never has the Son seen the Father look at him so, never felt even the least of his hot breath. But the roar shakes the unseen world and darkens the visible sky. The Son does not recognize these eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Son of Man! Why have you behaved so? You have cheated, lusted, stolen, gossiped -murdered, envied, hated, lied. You have cursed, robbed, overspent, overeaten -fornicated, disobeyed, embezzled and blasphemed. Oh, the duties you have shirked, the children you have abandoned! Who has ever so ignored the poor, so played the coward, so belittled my name? Have you ever held your razor tongue? what a self-righteous, pitiful drunk -you, who molest young boys, peddle killer drugs, travel in cliques, and mock your parents. Who gave you the boldness to rig elections, foment revolutions, torture animals, and worship demons? Does the list never end! Splitting families, raping virgins, acting exhortation, filming pornography, accepting bribes. You founded false religions, traded in slaves -relishing each morsel and bragging about it all. I hate, loathe these things in you! Disgust for everything about you consumes me! Can you not fell my wrath?&lt;br /&gt;Of course the Son is innocent. He is blamelessness itself. The Father knows this. But the divine pair have an agreement, and the unthinkable must now take place. Jesus will be treated as if personally responsible for every sin ever committed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Father watches as his heart's treasure, the mirror-image of himself, sinks drowning into raw, liquid sin. Jehovah's stored rage against humankind from every century explodes in a single direction.&lt;br /&gt;"Father! Father! Why have you forsaken me?!"&lt;br /&gt;But heaven stops its ears, The son stares up at the One who cannot, who will not, reach down or reply.&lt;br /&gt;The trinity had planned it. The Son endured it. The Spirit enabled him. The Father rejected the Son whom he loved. Jesus, the God-man from Nazareth, perished. The Father accepted his sacrifice for sin and was satisfied. The Rescue was accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rescue accomplished here was for you. John Stott writes, "Before we can begin to see the cross as something done for us [leading us to faith and worship', we have to see it as something done by us [leading us to repentance]. As we face the cross, then, we can say to ourselves both "I did it: my sins sent Him there," and "He did it; His love took Him there."&lt;br /&gt;Did you see your own offenses on the list of sins that necessitated the Cross? If not, name them yourself, Name your darkest sin. Now reflect on the fact that Christ bore the punishment for that sin. He took the punishment you deserved, Do you fell His passionate and specific love for you? He died for you. He was condemned and cursed so that you can go free -He was forsaken by God so that you would never be forsaken [Hebrews 13:5].&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Easter is coming soon. The day when millions of people will gather together to worship and give thanks to Jesus for His sacrifice. And is because of that act -Jesus died on the cross, that saved millions and millions of lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why am I writing all these, is to prepared everyone for the coming Easter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For those believers out there, we are still human -we still sin against God. However, the great news is that we can always come to our Father with a heart of repentance and, He will always be happy to welcome us back to His arms. Why did I not write that He will forgive us? The reason is, our Father had done it two thousands year ago. Moreover, in the bible He said that, He remembers our sin no more.. Because of the Cross, you can be absolutely sure of God's love for you and His complete forgiveness of your sins. Thus, do not condemn yourself or others and despise people who have sinned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jesus died on the cross not only for you and me, but for everyone in this world.. And we are all equal, be it murderer or not, thief or not, liar or not, we are equal in a way that we have done the most, ultimate cruel sin on earth, that is to send Jesus Christ onto the cross.. We are all responsible for the death of the only innocent who ever lived. The very sin of pride that caused you to love people is what killed Christ as well. We carry his very nails in our pockets. Hence, never condemn those who you think their sin are much more filthy than yours. We are all the same. yet different in who wants to draw near to Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So prepare yourself for that&lt;strong&gt; BIG&lt;/strong&gt; day! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;you are my Robin Heiden.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The very first impression he left me was that he is a stiff guy who does not smile.. I remember I was late and when I went up to him and asked, "Are you _____?", he replied "yea" in a cold way.. Initially, I thought he was angry with me [later he told me he was not], and that kinda put me off.. Thank God things started to get better when I got to know him more.. Till now, he is still as rigid as ever, but he is indeed charming in his own ways.. Oh yes, he is fierce and very particular about many things.. Beside &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, he is the next guy who scolded me the most [as in when I do something which displeased him] in my life.. Yet one thing about him is that he is a very forgiving person.. There were many times when I did things which caused him to be very angry and he would reprimand me [as usual].. And due to my stubborn character and want-to-win-and-not-lose attitude, we always ended up quarreling.. Yet, he always forgives which caused me to feel guilty all the time.. Well, that's one thing I like about his character..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thank God for &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; though.. &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; taught me to endure when it comes to egoistic people.. When you are in a midst of quarreling with them, do not bother to tell them how you feel or ask the famous question, "Do you care about my feelings or not?" You are just getting yourself into a deeper shit [very true, trust me].. Think logically, if they really care, they will not even get angry with you in the first place.. Hence, next time just keep your mouth shut and endure [it saves you a lot of heartaches and tears].. And thank God he is a lenient person.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One thing I realised is that there are always a hand-full of guys who revolve around my life, everyday.. Like what Nat told me before, "different season, different guy." Haha.. When I heard of that, I was laughing real hard inside.. It is true for me too.. I have much more guy-friends than gal-friends.. Well, please do not say I'm a flirt, I just get along with people well.. So right now, I'm wondering when the season will change and which guy God has planned to bring into my life.. I wonder.. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiMT_jkJ3Go" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, have I ever tell you guys that the most romantic songs are korean love songs? Gosh.. I am so in love with their songs.. They just make you want to be in love..&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the songs I like most... Awwww..... Tell me you love me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-915637183508293915?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/915637183508293915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=915637183508293915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/915637183508293915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/915637183508293915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/before-i-proceed-on-with-my-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-8340095621876523331</id><published>2007-02-17T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:57:17.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Before you continue to read my post from here.. I would first like you to know that everything I wrote is based on reality and of my true feelings.. Same goes to every posts that have been and will be published in this blog.. You may feel a little uncomfortable or whatsoever after reading my post, hence I would like to advice that next time before you even click on my URL, say a little prayer that the spirit of peace and understanding will fill your heart and mind.. It helpes, God bless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Let the Cross draws man to You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Oh, how many times have I broken Your heart? Still You forgive....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As the song continued to play, the presence of God fall stronger in my room.. And you would know when the Holy Spirit touch your heart -its when you start tearing..&lt;br /&gt;I went on my knee and this time round, I really cried out to God.. I was in so much of agony, aggravation and resentment that I could no longer put up the strong front.. I felt so weak in His presence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing which really amazed me about Jesus is, He wants me to know that He really loves me..&lt;br /&gt;At times when I look back at my life, recalled all the things that I had done which were not pleasing to Him, yet He still forgives.. When times I felt my life was miserable and dreadful, He came and gave me hopes.. As a result of Him, I became stronger and loves Him even more.. However, we are all humans and we do make mistakes.. For that includes me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Honestly these past weeks had been tough for me.. Although I might have the &lt;em&gt;everything-is-alright-because- there-is-still-chocolates-in-this-world-for-me-to-eat&lt;/em&gt; expression on my face, there was a battle in my heart -a battle between faith and fear.. Yes, I felt like giving up, throwing the white flag at Jesus and say, "I want to quit! I have sinned.. So forget about me.." Nonetheless, He is good.. That moment when I went on my knees and cried out to Jesus, I heard Him said, "Don't let Me go.. Let Me be there with you to go through everything with you.." My heart suddenly sank, but I felt so, &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; loved..&lt;br /&gt;Talking about this, I realised that Jesus knows how to love me the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt;.. What do I mean? Well, I can say that He is indeed the best lover anyone can ever ask for.. In the world, mostly all gals fall for guy's sweet flattering.. Yet how many knows that nothing can be compared to His unconditional love, &lt;strong&gt;amen&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;He knows how to make me feel weak, softened and just go &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ga-ga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; over Him.. Overall, Jesus is a romantic guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Hence, for Him I told myself that I have to continue.. No matter how tough the going may get, to Him I can always cling on.. Even if the whole world turn against me, I know that I know, He will never leave me nor forsake me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Every time when you feel condemned, when you feel that everyone is against you, when you feel like forsaking everyone including yourself.. Turn to the Cross and tell yourself, "Because of that one Man, I can never feel unworthy anymore.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;[[转身的时候]]&lt;br /&gt;赖雅妍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cd-vRQLnzB0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Well, obviously this is a contemporary song, my favourite too.. I remember before the plane took off from Jakarta airport, I was hearing this song and my mind was full of him.. I really did not bear to leave.. So the moment the plane started to accelerate and finally take off, I cried like as if I will never ever see him again.. It was quite dumb though -everyone was looking at me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I'm glad that most probably [80%] I will be going back soon.. Not because I can't wait to see him -all I want now is rest, a break from everything.. I'm not feeling spiritually dry, just maybe is my heart and my mind.. For someone like me, don't tell me not to be emotional or let anything or anyone to affect me.. If it easier to say than to be done.. I'll be most glad for you to say some more.. I love to travel, so please do not stop me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;So, this time round, I will be a good gal and try not to pester him to go shopping with me everyday.. It will be that or he is coming in April.. I can't wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I say I don't love you anymore.. I don't think I'm lying.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can destroy the relationship between us anytime, anywhere .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I know, my heart will break again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RddGt1RmdfI/AAAAAAAAABA/bXWSYSkVsUY/s1600-h/DSCF0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032568861818779122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RddGt1RmdfI/AAAAAAAAABA/bXWSYSkVsUY/s320/DSCF0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I remember I drew this somewhere last year.. I would never forget that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;[[PS: I Love You]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aurthor" Cecelia Ahern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/apgTAJvXFoA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ahhh... I can't wait for this movie to be shown in Singapore.. I love the book and I know I am gonna enjoy the movie very much.. It is a extrememly touching story, thus it was the first book which I ended crying after reading each chapters.. And I am so going to buy her other books and read.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-8340095621876523331?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8340095621876523331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=8340095621876523331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/8340095621876523331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/8340095621876523331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/before-you-continue-to-read-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x151sfZyxr0/RddGt1RmdfI/AAAAAAAAABA/bXWSYSkVsUY/s72-c/DSCF0887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937107902361963057.post-6965561486813196543</id><published>2007-02-11T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T23:58:47.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;you're my God-sent angel, and you'll always be mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Since today is special day, I shall blog some of my views about the people around me and a little about my private life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Valentine’s day is coming.. Not to spoil any one's mood here, but I just want to point out my views..&lt;br /&gt;To start off, I just want to comment about what do people, to be specific, young Christians really think about the terms, "build our relationship upon on God." Do they even have any idea what is the meaning of that phrase?&lt;br /&gt;First of all, are they so sure that the other partner is the ideal one from God? Have they even pray and ask God about it? Do the people like their parents, Christian friends and leaders around them, approve of their relationship? Do they have a good communication with one another? And most importantly, is God placed squarely in the middle of their love lives? If all the answers are no, then how on earth are the couples going to "build their relationships upon God.." Sounds ironic huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well in relationships, beside loving each other, the next thing the couples must do is to honour God.. Relationships are blessed by patience, purpose and a clear grasp of reality..&lt;br /&gt;Today I see many Christians are disillusioned with the way romantic relationships are handled.. Everyone including me, desperately wants something better.. Yet we should always pursue an intimate relationship with the opposite sex based on scriptural values and a radically God-centered view..&lt;br /&gt;I believe that getting our romantic relationships right as Christians means seeing God's glory as the ultimate purpose of any relationship.. Christian couples glorify God in their relationships when they put their needs aside and base their decisions on what serves the interest of the other person.. It is an expression of sincere love and the defining mark of a Christian relationship..&lt;br /&gt;To add on, a couple committed to God's glory places their ultimate hope in God, not in each other.. Before two people can please God as a couple, they must first be individuals who want God more than anything else and who know that only He can satisfy their deepest longings of their souls..&lt;br /&gt;What I am seeing now is that Christians couples are misusing the terms, "building our relationship upon God.." If God is not the middle man of any intimate relationship, I believe that &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; relationship is only driven by emotions and own desires.. Many couples think that obedience to the Word of God can be based on feelings.. However, its just not true.. People on a God-glorifying relationship want God's will more than anything else and follow the commands of the Bible no matter what the cost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seek first the Kingdom of God, and He shall provide you with all your needs.. Honour Him, and He will honour you.. I believe God answers prayer because He has never stop answering my prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Relationship between wisdom and romance is like the one between a string and a kite. Romantic love is the kite that catches the wind and tenaciously heads for the sky: wisdom is the string that tugs downward holding it back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Today is my first year water baptism anniversary.. Looking back, I've never regret making the decision to ask my parents' permission to get water baptised.. Initially, my parents were not very supportive of me doing so.. Yet they could see how keen I was to get myself baptised, so praise God, they finally allowed..&lt;br /&gt;And I know after that day, my life had changed.. The moment I came out from the water, I sensed the Holy Spirit saying, "you are now a new man and the old man has died.." Oh heaven.. The feeling of going into the water and coming out was totally different.. Its awesome!&lt;br /&gt;And guess what.. Since long time ago, I wish that one day I will be able to get water baptised in River Jordan, just like Jesus did.. Imagine the heaven really splits open when you come out from the River, and God calls out to you saying, "you are my beloved son/daughter.." Oh heaven, I reckon it will be the best day ever I live on this earth.. Amen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well, beside being my special day, I just want to thank God for someone wonderfully created, 24 years ago into this world.. As a result of him, my life has became more colourful and filled with laughter every single day..&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, God always answer my prayers.. However, never have I imagine He would send someone like him into my life -someone like my cousin, Indrawan.. (:&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first time I met him, oh gosh.. I thought he was some kinda toot-toot guy who is timid and anti-social.. And during our trip at Bandong, I even tried to hide away from him.. The things is, he turned out to be a very friendly, sociable and humorous person.. And since my Daddy is a joker, He brought Indra and I together after we hanged out once at Mega Mall.. I got to know more about him and I did not realise that I was starting to like him -as a cousin, of course.. Hence after that day, we went out together everyday and he would drive me around in his motorbike.. I reckon the best and unforgettable times were I went to his house to stay over, twice.. We chat through out the nights and it was the first time I opened up and shared about my life to one of my kins.. Ever since then, our kinship has became very strong..&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, he is the only guy I treasure and dote the most in this world.. Not because he is my cousin, his look, how understanding he is or how close we are.. Simply, I know that he is God-sent "angel" into my life and thus I want to cherish him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Personally, I am certain that I'm quite independent and strong emotionally.. I've learn not to rely on people much or cry in front of people unnecessarily.. Just that, I only rely on those who share very close relationship/friendship with me.. They are the ones who I will turn to when my world seems so dark and hopeless.. They are the ones who allow me to cry and just be weak.. And then they will give encouragements and strength for me to stand up again.. And Indra, is one of them..&lt;br /&gt;His voice and sense of humor have never and I mean never, fail to make me laugh and put aside all the my anxieties.. With him, I've became a much cheerful person, inside out.. He has taught me that this world can actually be a beautiful place to live in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Korkor,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini adalah hari spesialmu, dan ada sesuatu yang ingin aku katakan. Terima kasih untuk semua yang telah kamu lakukan untuk-ku. Aku senang sekali bisa kenal denganmu. Kamu selalu berada disisiku ketika aku membutuhkanmu. Jadi aku cuma mau minta maaf, tiap kali aku bikin kamu marah. Selain menjadi kokoku, kamu telah memjadi teman baikku. Terima kasih untuk segala kasih sayangmu.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday korkor.. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shavonne (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[[專屬天使]]&lt;br /&gt;Tank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wt0KWiZlXXY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I want to dedicate this song to Indra, my angel.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-6965561486813196543?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6965561486813196543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=6965561486813196543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6965561486813196543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/6965561486813196543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/youre-my-god-sent-angel-and-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-5046460627215433316</id><published>2007-02-08T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:11:47.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You heard my cry, oh Lord..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who loves me more than He does? No one..&lt;br /&gt;Who understands me more than He does? No one..&lt;br /&gt;Who is willing to die for me more than He does? No one..&lt;br /&gt;And who is more ready to walk with Him for the rest of her life? That is me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;As some people may know, I work like a supervisor of the kids at my work place.. Hence, I get to interact with children a lot and of course, their parents..&lt;br /&gt;Beside learning how to communicate with children better, knowing their character, somehow God has showed something He longs for me to do it, all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time when I saw a kid fall, I noticed the first thing she would do beside weeping, was to run straight to her parent and cried out, "Daddy, Daddy.. I fell down and its painful.." And her father would just hug her and say, "Its alright, darling.. I'm here.. The pain will go away.." Every time when I see this scenario, my heart just cries out for God more..&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the kid can just run into her father's embrace as and when she likes, knowing her father will always be there.. Knowing she can find love, comfort and security from him.. Knowing that he, is her faithful father.. And by some means, I know God is trying to tell me that I can do the same thing, to Him too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;To Him, I'm His child, His beloved child.. I have the right to show my weaknesses in front of Him, to cry, to vent my anger, and He will still stay by my side.. No matter what happens, He will still protect me..&lt;br /&gt;But why? I do not know.. What I know is that He loves me so much that He is willing to sacrifice His only Son on the cross for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I want to share with everyone who is reading my post now.. This thing may not feel anything to you, yet for me, it means a lot..&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Shavonne&lt;/em&gt;" is my Christian name which I gave for myself after my baptizum, last year.. And I am already very used to people calling me by that name.. However I realised that God never call me by that name.. Instead, He calls me by my real name, "&lt;strong&gt;Li Fang&lt;/strong&gt;".. I do not know why, but each time when I hear Him calling me, "&lt;strong&gt;Li Fang, Li Fang&lt;/strong&gt;..", I feel so close to Him, so loved.. I know, I am created just like "&lt;strong&gt;Li Fang&lt;/strong&gt;" and He loves me just as I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you are not a mistake.. you were born for a reason.. And the reason is to experience My unconditional love for you.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This what I heard from Him when once, I wanted to leave this world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Shavonne. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;[[All for love]]&lt;br /&gt;Hillsongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SgcOZhIoYAY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was sitting down on a chair while the CD player played this song.. And suddenly I began to tear as I heard the sentence, "Oh how many times have I broken Your heart, but still You forgive.."&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful is my Daddy, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;[[Your love]]&lt;br /&gt;Written by Shavonne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When times seem so difficult to move on,&lt;br /&gt;You came and gave me a little push..&lt;br /&gt;When times I fell so deep,&lt;br /&gt;You came and lifted me up high..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Brigde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who am I to deserve all these?&lt;br /&gt;Yet You came and set me free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give all Your love,&lt;br /&gt;Without any questions,&lt;br /&gt;Without any demands in return..&lt;br /&gt;For all Your love,&lt;br /&gt;Many nations cried out,&lt;br /&gt;For all Your love,&lt;br /&gt;My sin and shame is taken away..&lt;br /&gt;You are everything that I need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When times I turn my back against You,&lt;br /&gt;You stay and wait for my return..&lt;br /&gt;When times my desires seem to gain control,&lt;br /&gt;You remain faithful and forever being so merciful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am captivated by Your love,&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding me in Your embrace..&lt;br /&gt;What I long for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-5046460627215433316?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5046460627215433316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=5046460627215433316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/5046460627215433316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/5046460627215433316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-heard-my-cry-oh-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-689204302656670438</id><published>2007-02-05T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T02:55:50.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Time to do something extraordinary for God..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On Sunday, 4 February, 2007, I've made a decision that I really want to take up this challenge and let God take me to whole new levels of spiritual maturity, discipline and communication..&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, it will &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; be easy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First of all, making of this decision is not completed without rivers of tears, tons of falling and standing ups, prayers.. And most importantly, knowing that I have to lay down my life for God and His people which means to obey and sacrifice..&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I became a CHC member, I always dream that I can become a CG helper.. Remember what I said, "&lt;strong&gt;I always dream that I can&lt;/strong&gt;.".. Yes, it has been one year since I joined the church, but it is only until recently, God showed me that I was always being emotion-driven..&lt;br /&gt;There would be times that I would say, "Yes God, I want to become a CG helper.. I want to do something for the CG.. I want to be a spirit-filled and anointed helper.." Yet, when my spirit ran dry, I would just allow the fire of becoming a CG helper in me, to distinguish.. Hence, it became like a routine for me.. And mind you, routines are mundane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, praise be to God that He brought people into my life to help me.. Now, I finally understood what is emotion-driven and conviction-driven..&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to be controlled by my emotions.. When my emotions are high, I will be so on fire.. And when they are not, I will go back to my old ways.. Seriously, it makes me feel sick at times..&lt;br /&gt;After what I have learnt from the teachings and sharing just beginning of this year, I decided to make everything I do, be a conviction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will succeed in everything you do when you do it out of passion.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Likewise for my dream, to be a worship leader.. Although I have not join choir ministry, singing has always been my greatest passion, followed by dance.. Thus, I want to make it a conviction that I want to be a choir member and to really shine in my ministry.. And I know, God is working on it now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I heard a great preacher said this, "If you want to achieve something bigger, your sacrifice has ought to be bigger.." Yea, it is true.. For example you want to be a world-class dancer, the time, energy and even your social life has to be sacrificed.. Isn't this something most typical people will not want to do? They dream big, but they do not want to do anything about it.. What is the result? &lt;strong&gt;Nothing&lt;/strong&gt; -there is no even a start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;If you want to be someone extraordinary, your sacrifice has to extraordinary too..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thus, right now I am training myself to let go of things which I fear to lose.. There is no point holding on to it, if it hinders your walk with God, your dream and purpose in life.. Remember, if you give God all your desires and seek first the Kingdom of God, He will bless you more than you can imagine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a dream to chase, a purpose to live.. I will not allow anything or anyone to put me down, to rob me away from finishing my race.. I want to win my prize..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Shavonne. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;[[Now is the time]]&lt;br /&gt;Delirious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbHtF-e7ff0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My all time favourite praise song.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937107902361963057-689204302656670438?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/689204302656670438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=689204302656670438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/689204302656670438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/689204302656670438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/time-to-do-something-extraordinary-for_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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-4937107902361963057.post-1881896279591471284</id><published>2007-02-01T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:11:54.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;[[I will run my race and win my prize..]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I will make sure yesterday would be the last day ever in my life, crying out to God saying, "Father, I'm sorry.. I can't make it.. I want to give up.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seriously to me, it is very daunting to see something beautiful can turned out to be so ugly.. Something, like a friendship.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Who was at fault anyway? I believe its both parties.. Yet because of pride and ignorance, both denied each other.. What was the result? Anger and no forgiveness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One has chose to forgive, forget and move on.. On the other hand, one chose to stay in the past heartaches, being condemning, not willing to forgive and let go.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why? Why allow the devil to come and destroy this friendship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nevertheless, I will continue to pray.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There is no need to lie, the fact is, our walk with God is never smooth-sailing.. And that is what makes it so adventurous and fun.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why? Well, don't you find if everything is serene, cool and easy to get, why does God want us to have faith? Why almost all the pastors in this world always preach on faith? The reason is, we live in a broken down world, tragedies to happen even to good people.. There will be times when we Christians feel so weak or struggle for breakthroughs during our walk.. Nevertheless remember, all these happen to make us stronger..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Like what happened yesterday night.. Yes, I almost gave up.. Gave up on myself especially my dreams.. Dreams that I have been fighting so hard for..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Somehow after yesterday incident, I look back at this period of time.. What is God trying to get across to me about myself? And I realised, it is my self-worth, my identity in Christ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I finally understood that I am a very sensitive person.. If one comes and put me down, saying things that go against me, I can be very affected.. And God knows it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I reckon that all these things happened for a reason.. Well, after what the three of my beloved ones and a church mate encouraged me, I know that I know.. I have a dream and a purpose in my life.. I should not allow anyone or anything to come distract me and pull me away from fulfilling my dreams.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And I give praises to God for making me so strong and to be able to stand up again and again..  What I want is to see is those broken people looking up to me saying, "I want to be like Shavonne, to be even stronger than her.. I want to believe God is there, and He can take away all my pains, just like how He healed Shavonne.."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[[Psalm 73:21-26]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thus my heart was grieved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I was vexed in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I was so foolish and ignorant;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I was like a beast before You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nevertheless I am continually with You;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You hold me by my right hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You will guide me with Your counsel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And afterward receive me to glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Whom have I in heaven but You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And there is none upon earth that I desire besides You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My flesh and my heart fail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shavonne. (:&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/4937107902361963057-1881896279591471284?l=letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1881896279591471284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937107902361963057&amp;postID=1881896279591471284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/1881896279591471284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937107902361963057/posts/default/1881896279591471284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylovetouchesyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00393012315395203370</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></feed>
