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Is your pillow wet with tears?&lt;br /&gt;
Do you wonder what the reason,&lt;br /&gt;
Why it seems God never hears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why it is you have no answer&lt;br /&gt;
To your oft, repeated plea,&lt;br /&gt;
Why the heaven still is leaden&lt;br /&gt;
As you wait on bended knee?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you wonder as you suffer,&lt;br /&gt;
Whether God does understand,&lt;br /&gt;
And if so, why He ignores you,&lt;br /&gt;
Fails to hold you in His Hand?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do black doubts creep in, assail you,&lt;br /&gt;
Fears without--and fears within,&lt;br /&gt;
Till your brave heart almost falters&lt;br /&gt;
And gives way to deadly sin?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All God's testings have a purpose,&lt;br /&gt;
Someday you will see the light.&lt;br /&gt;
All He asks is that you trust Him,&lt;br /&gt;
Walk by faith and not by sight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not fear when doubts beset you,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Just remember - He is near;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;He will never, never leave you,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;He will always, always hear.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faithful is He who has promised,&lt;br /&gt;
He will never let you fall,&lt;br /&gt;
Daily will the strength be given&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Strength for each&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;strength for all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He will gladly share pain with you,&lt;br /&gt;
He will gladly give you peace.&lt;br /&gt;
Till your tired and weary body&lt;br /&gt;
Finds its blessed, glad release.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When the darkened veil is lifted,&lt;br /&gt;
Then, &lt;b&gt;dear heart, you'll understand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why it is you had to suffer,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why you could not feel His hand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Giving strength when it was needed,&lt;br /&gt;
Giving power and peace within&lt;br /&gt;
Giving joy through tears and trial,&lt;br /&gt;
Giving victory over sin.&lt;br /&gt;
So till then just keep on trusting,&lt;br /&gt;
Through the sunshine and the rain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;I had so much trouble dealing with finding courage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;feeling you were in this as much as I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then affection was there but my confidence dropped,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you walked by I wouldn't stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My own actions, made you fade away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;It's better to say something than to say nothing at all,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's better to give it your all than to think your coming on too strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And shy away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'll jump in this like a fearless fighter jumping off a cliff into the water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'll walk straight in, live it in the moment, let it move how it should, no assumptions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ebebeb; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'll let go of everything my heart held captive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It's hard to believe that it's already been a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, happy happy birthday, daddy. &amp;nbsp;: )&lt;br /&gt;
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I really hope you're happy now.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, Black Forest again? : )&lt;br /&gt;
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joyceeting&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="tweet-full-name" style="color: #999999; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Joyce Ting&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;5 people within 1 year. Don't know how much more I can take&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So another lodgian has suddenly left us. His name is Jeremy Tan. He's a year older than me and I don't him that well personally but I know his circle and his family. The shock stage has passed, the tears has passed, now's just the empty hollow feeling you get and you don't know what to do next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My summative's on Friday and I've got 3 systems to cover. I feel like I'm still not understanding everything fully and when I do questions, I'm like whaat. So that's not good. I still got some time but then, this happens and I really don't feel like studying tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends from high school started talking about how if one of them did suddenly pass away as well, that they just wanted us to know that they loved each of us. So I figured, I should write something for everyone, in case my time should come and God decides that He thinks that I'm too good for medicine or Jesus is getting old and He needs fresh blood. (I am totally kidding by the way, humour is the only thing that keeps me going. so please no thunder from the skies striking me anytime soon. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my family, know that I love each of you, obviously duh. We're family! Though we may have our setbacks, at the end of the day, we're all family and blood related and all. And we've been through a lot together so that will never change. No matter how old I get, I always feel like the same small fat chubby kid who is always being spoilt by everyone, around you guys. I have just one small request to God, that if my time does come, I hope it comes after my mum, cause I don't think she can handle another personal tragic loss. And also, I hope that you'll grow close to God, despite whatever circumstances that gets thrown your way cause at the end of it all, He is what it's all about. So don't shut Him out. You need Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my high school friends (OMG), I love you guys. You'll always be the group that I can click best with and just be whoever I want to be. Joel, Phoebe, my oldest friends. You guys have proven to be my angels, time and time again. Only you guys understand me without words. I know, no matter how far, no matter what, I can count on you two, especially you, Phoebs. You're my true sister in life. Joyce, Peg, Rachel, I love you all. I love it when we're all back together and just laughing at Joel or Phoebe (it's always one of the two hobos). I pray that your lives will be fruitful and amazing and fantastic and that you'll all end up marrying and having beautiful children AND still keep in contact with each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my uni friends, I'm glad we've all grown closer in this few years studying together. Yes, we have had our ups and downs but we're still friends through it all. I pray that you'll all graduate and be wonderful medical professionals someday and we'll always remember it all started in IMU, with each of us. I hope our dreams of making our children play with each other, intermarry each other, or whatever ridiculous ideas we come up with next, will come true one day. I wish all of you the utmost happiness and blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please know, no matter what happens, don't ever walk away from God or turn away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was at my weakest, He was there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was at the midst of losing my mind, He kept me sane.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I broke down, He just listened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still discovering God everyday, and I'm still learning but I understand now. I understand that we all have an expiry date, so stop acting like you're going be here forever cause you're not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop hating, stop fighting, stop resisting. Life is so much more than that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If the wind blows hard enough, the fire within you gets extinguished. Game over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, don't you think you should be happy while you can?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do the things you love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love the people around you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be a source of joy for someone:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just be happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You only get one shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row" style="background-color: rgba(0, 132, 180, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-corner" style="display: inline-block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-meta" style="color: #999999; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="icons" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why are you striving these days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Why are you trying to earn grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Why are you crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Let me lift up your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just don't turn away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Why are you looking for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;To where will you go child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me where will you run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To where will you run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;And I'll be by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Wherever you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;In the dead of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever you call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And please don't fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These hands that are holding you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hands are holding you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Look at these hands and my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;They swallowed the grave on that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;When I drank the world's sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I could carry you in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And give you life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to give you life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Chorus 2x)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Cause I, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px;"&gt;That I, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Music has this amazing way of just smacking you on the head and going&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oi, this is you la. Listen!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simple lyrics yet amazingly meaningful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781048468511932348-4825329805182210502?l=lifeinthekrebcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I wanna be blown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I wanna be swept off my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I wanna meet the one who makes it hard for me to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I wanna be lost in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I wanna be your dream come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I wanna be scared of how strong I feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Just call me beautiful, Call me beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Call me beautiful, Call me b-e-a-utiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;When the road is gone and i cant find my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Heart broken not worth it at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;When the world is shaking making me insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;I fall down and i cant get up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;When im lonely in a crowded place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;When im in need of a familiar face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;When it hurts to look back, im scared to look ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;I can look beside me you're standing there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You know you grow up (especially if you're from a Christian family),&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you grow up hearing all these stories from the Bible during ICF classes,&lt;br /&gt;
you know the famous ones like&lt;br /&gt;
Abraham &amp;amp; Issac,&lt;br /&gt;
David &amp;amp; Goliath,&lt;br /&gt;
Jacob &amp;amp; Esau&lt;br /&gt;
Jacob &amp;amp; The Technicoloured Dreamcoat&lt;br /&gt;
Samson &amp;amp; Delilah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last night, I finally pieced the family tree together. Well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was reading about King Saul and how he disobeyed God's instructions.&lt;br /&gt;
Instead of fulfilling the command, Saul killed everything except the animals of best quality.&lt;br /&gt;
He kept them &amp;nbsp;for whatever reason and then later said he was going to use them as sacrifices to God.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was thinking, what's wrong with that? Saul had good intentions, right?&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah he sort of bent the rules a little but he didn't mean any harm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, wrong. It says God got really angry and disappointed in Saul,&lt;br /&gt;
to the point where He even regretted making Saul king.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why?&lt;br /&gt;
For a while now, I've been wondering about a few things such as this:&lt;br /&gt;
What is it exactly that God expects from us?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;is it our good intentions? our sacrifices? our offerings?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So the wonderful thing about going to church is, you get to meet people who probably have already been in your shoes before and considered the same questions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I asked my leader and she told me to read 1 Samuel 15.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Does the LORD delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;as much as in obeying the LORD?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To obey is better than sacrifice,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and to heed is better than the fat of rams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-7584" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For rebellion is like the sin of divination,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and arrogance like the evil of idolatry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because you have rejected the word of the LORD,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;he has rejected you as king.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How many times have I foolishly tried to justify my actions?&lt;br /&gt;
Just so I can make myself sleep easier at night,&lt;br /&gt;
just so I can feel like a better person, or worse: a better Christian.&lt;br /&gt;
How many times have I spoke to someone and gave them my advice, as if they weighed like gold?&lt;br /&gt;
As if I was an expert and all knowing, all powerful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is, we all bend the rules sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;
just so we can 'adjust' God's word into our lives,&lt;br /&gt;
hence, it's a win win situation for all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"oh I watch child porn but, hey at least I don't abuse kids."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"oh I have a mistress, but so did Abraham. And hey, Abraham was God's most faithful servant!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;And I only have one! Some of the big shots in the Bible had hundreds!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"oh I haven't spoken to him in years, but hey, at least I didn't kill Abel like Cain did."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"oh I tithed last week, but hey at least I'm even tithing. That guy doesn't do it at all."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When put on trial, we are so defensive, so quick to judge or pass the blame to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;
Always comparing, always measuring the weight of our sins with others.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;
But I got really worried when I thought about Saul; how God took away his crown.&lt;br /&gt;
What about me? I've disobeyed Him more times than I can remember&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Has He taken my 'crown' away?&lt;br /&gt;
What blessings have I missed as a result of my rebellious ways?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my wonderful leader gave me another scripture which is Joel 2.:25, to&amp;nbsp;reassure&amp;nbsp;me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-22337" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten, the cankerworm, and the caterpiller, and the palmerworm, my great army which I sent among you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Basically, saying that after the people repented, God said He'll make up for the lost time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hmm I kinda forgot the point I was trying to make.&lt;br /&gt;
Nah, maybe not every post needs a point.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Completely addicted to the melody of this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;We are god of stories but please tell me-e-e-e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;What there is to complain about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Oh this has gotta be a good life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;This has gotta be a good life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;This could really be a good life, good life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;Like this city is on fire 'night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;This could really be a good life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;A good, good life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781048468511932348-3503110965344984690?l=lifeinthekrebcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm at this point in my life, it's come to a point where worship songs are no longer just meaningless words you sing during church services anymore.&lt;/div&gt;I find myself unable to mouth the words sometimes because of what they mean.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My friend posted this song up and he shared something similar like about how hard it was to be so selfless like this song portrays. For me, it was a different song entirely that really left me speechless and&amp;nbsp;completely&amp;nbsp;emotional, and this was a song that we sang during the Red Alert Camp, which is this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;It was strange cause I really couldn't just say the words or sing the song.&lt;br /&gt;
I just stood there, and thought of everyone I knew, and what I would do if all of them walked away.&lt;br /&gt;
So yeah, I just stood there, feeling overwhelmed with all these emotions. And I guess the reason I couldn't say the words, and really mean it, was because it meant something huge:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it meant that &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;though none come with me, still I will follow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So a ton of people's faces and names just popped into my head and I began to weep, because it hurt so much to even bear the thought of losing anyone of them to the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't know what other term to use to refer to the bad guy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't like the "S" word or the "D" word, so "the enemy" it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So it took me a while, and I still couldn't say the words. So I just prayed and prayed for the salvation and safety of my friends and family, especially the ones close to me. I prayed and prayed that God would be fair and merciful to all of us, despite our shortcomings, our arrogance, our pride, our&amp;nbsp;deceitful&amp;nbsp;and immoral ways, I prayed that He'll still give us a chance to repent and go to Heaven, every single one of us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to get left behind, nor do I want anyone I know to get left behind. Sigh. I can't bear to imagine even just the thought of it. I think eventually, I slowly began to whisper the words, and mean them. It was difficult, it still is actually, but it was good in the sense, it made me realize that God is God. He's not someone to follow just because everyone's doing it or because your best friend's doing it. He's God, and you should really decide if you want to follow Him or not, and if you do, start acting like it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I learnt soo much from the Red Alert Camp. I even had this interesting encounter with someone, on the day we were about to leave. But it's late so I'll save that for another post. But yeah, this random post about this song just came about after seeing my friend's facebook. :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Just finished playing basketball for IMU Cup and.. WE WON! :)&lt;br /&gt;
Hee hee! It was so intense though, from the moment the&amp;nbsp;referee blew his whistle, we just went for it!&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know, I thought I was pretty rough with my partner but everyone said I was the most gentle player on the court. Hahaha which is kinda weird. But oh well. I didn't think they were too rough or played dirty. It's basketball yo. You're bound to push around a little.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would post pictures but it's all in Amelia's DSLR. Oh well. One more big day tomorrow morning = Netball. Eek hope all goes well tomorrow! :) waking up at 6am is not fun. Ah gosh. Hopefully, we'll come back with a gold and make Pegasus proud :)&lt;br /&gt;
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This is just a babble post, just to dust off my lonely neglected blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been feeling so far away from God recently, what with my absence from Eaglepoint Puchong for 3 months. Has it been 3 months? I think so. Wow, that's a lot of Saturday nights wasted. I haven't been skipping but with the semester breaks and holidays and my flight always being either on Friday nights or Saturday mornings, I've missed out on a lot of SNL services, sadly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to a church in Kuching but it didn't feel homey and it wasn't very welcoming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know, maybe it's cause I haven't been in touch with God for so long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know God can be found everywhere, not just in church, but to be honest, it's the only time I ever fully just spend some time with Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despite having 24 hours of free time in a day, I still can't find some time to just hang out with God and read the Bible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's ridiculous I know, I was never an avid Bible reader. Hopefully, that will change though. I know what it's like to feel God's presence around you, to see God everywhere you go in your daily routine. And it's FANTASTIC!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During those few weeks after Victory Weekend, I felt so close to God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I literally thought about Him often and talked to Him quite often too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, there was that Easter Celebration in IMU which was absolutely moving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dance performance by June and the others was so touching, I teared up a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could feel and see the love the performers had for God in their swift and graceful movements.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't about showing off their dance skills but, it was more like a personal message to God which really really touched me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, it was my own fault, for some reason, that feeling died down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here we are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss SNL so much, because I miss my friends there, that familiar comfortable atmosphere, the worship time, and the witty yet incredibly interesting sermons the pastors gave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt so content, peaceful, happy there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regarding the first line of this post, last night, for the first time in a long time, I opened my Bible and read it. Mine's really helpful in the sense, the front few pages are categorized to different sections like "Making Decisions" or "Temptations" and under it, there'll be a few verses that explain it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've been feeling very confused regarding this decision that I have to make really soon, well actually the deadline's this Thursday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I still don't know what I should do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been praying for an answer cause I figured, you can't go wrong with God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the first time was hurtful enough. This time, I want to do it right. So I opened my Bible and read under "Making Decisions", I found this verse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Proverbs 3:3-6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you want favor with both God and man, and a reputation for good judgement and common sesne, then trust the Lord COMPLETELY.Don't ever trust yourself. In EVERYTHING you do, put God first, and he will direct you and crown your efforts with success." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Appropriate,right? Which is why I'm still waiting for God to give me a definite clear answer regarding my situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And for my nagging feeling of what's delaying God from replying my prayer is, I found this verse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremiah 30:13&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You will find me when you seek me, if you look for me in earnest."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh, I'm not a preacher or anywhere qualified enough to be telling someone what they should and should not do, and if I come across as someone who does, then I sincerely apologized.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For I am flawed,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very very very very flawed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've turned my back on God so many times and I still have doubts and questions that I wish God could just answer for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So when I tell you a verse or something I've read from the Bible,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not showing off to your face that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh, I'm way holier than you",&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because that is a complete lie and a joke, for that matter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm telling you because I just so happened to have read something that is along the lines of the problem you're facing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not rubbing it in your face,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm telling you cause it just so happened I read it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I remembered it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is a miracle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I'm really forgetful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't see the point of keeping something away from someone if you think it might help that person with their situation? Especially if it's someone you care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not a holy person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think anyone will ever be, because no one can be as sinless as Jesus was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, I do sound like a preacher. Freaky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's just my opinion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to think people who preached God or talked funny like with 'God this' and 'God that', were nutjobs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought they were just trying to tell the world that they knew the Bible and were holy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then, I came back to God because I met a person like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came back to God because I was jealous of the change that occurred in that person's life after he came to accept Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was jealous, ashamed and embarrassed that after so many years of knowing God, my spiritual life remained stagnant whereas this person, whom had just accepted Christ, was already well on his way up the Heaven-chain, so to speak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basically, I mean, he was progressing in his faith and spiritual life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It pains me to know that this person is no longer the same person that made me want to change my spiritual lifestyle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It pains me to know he's hurting and he can't even talk to God about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It pains me to not know what his future may be like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781048468511932348-3657546881978683293?l=lifeinthekrebcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep breathing,&amp;nbsp;you'll make it,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't give in, you're not done yet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes all that you can do is to keep&amp;nbsp;breathing,&amp;nbsp;and believing,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't let go,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just hang on tight a little longer,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you feel like you're dying,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep breathing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't give up,&amp;nbsp;cause you are not done yet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But this wasn't the case for me, when I heard via facebook how my once witty and full of life teacher, had left the Earth, forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a way, I'm glad I didn't run into her in Normah while I was doing my attachment, cause I didn't want to lose the last memory I have of her, that is, making some sort of sarcastic comeback to the guys when they were being rowdy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, again, a small part of me wished I had seen her, like Eric did when he was attached to the doctor in charge of her, Dr. Lau.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got to see her twice, one conscious, happy, liveful and the next, semi conscious, vulnerable,&amp;nbsp;uncommunicative.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was all in the span of a week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I spoke to her doctor during lunch, he said she was sent home to be with her family and when I asked how long he thought she had?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He replied with a sombre, "Days."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, he made a mistake. It was more like a 'day'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I sincerely hope that wherever she is now, I pray that she's in Heaven, sharing a joke with the angels or meeting my dad for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If she is in Heaven, I hope there's golf, cigarettes and beer for her there too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never forgotten.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's funny how life can just come and go like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like.. one day you're seeing a person and the next, they're gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can't see them anymore, or ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's as if they went on an extended holiday somewhere around the world, and they're still here, just you can't ever see them again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, a holiday, that's what it feels like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause death, death is strange to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still can't fathom how one loses someone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know Ms. Teo all that well, but she taught me for two years and now,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's just gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think I'll ever understand death, until when it maybe comes for me next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life seems so fragile nowadays, it feels like everyone you know is dropping down from left and right. Celebrities are dying,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;childhood friends of friends passed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;family members have gone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that childhood family man you knew so well is gone forever too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like death is really ringing in the year, these past few years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember a time when I could go for years without ever knowing anyone passing away,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish it was like that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for her family members, I pray that the card we're preparing for her,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;provides them with some comfort and that they'll know that her time in Lodge, was never spent in vain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her students still remember, love and will always cherish the precious moments when we had her to ourselves for 40minutes in a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm truly sorry for your loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781048468511932348-4762524924821618600?l=lifeinthekrebcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00af00;"&gt;Sleeping and Turbinates&lt;/span&gt;The turbinates are important for the sleep mechanism. When you sleep, you are supposed to turn some 50 times a night. This prevents you from getting pressure sores. What happens is that you sleep on the right side, with the right turbinate down. After a time, this right turbinate fills up with fluid, and expands so that it pushes against the septum in the mid line and this makes you turn on the left side until that side fills up and turns you again. This is why when you sleep cramped, where you can't turn, you get achey muscles and bed sores.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was reading up for tomorrow's session with my ENT surgeon, Dr. Khoo when I came across this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of those things that makes you go "Ohhhhhhh."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha well, for me anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, totally embarrassed myself today sigh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm definitely learning something from him so that's good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw him draining an&amp;nbsp;abscess&amp;nbsp;from a TB gland = GROSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He just sliced a small incision and basically, started 'gorek-ing' the crap out of that lump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arghh..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were talking earlier and he said that medical students have to choose between two categories when they want to pick a&amp;nbsp;speciality,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;namely to choose the medical aspect of medicine or the surgical aspect of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm definitely more of a medical person, like a GP or physician.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Argh then he sutured up the incision.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what's with me but,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never liked the idea of stitching skin up together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What kinda pathetic medical student I am uh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781048468511932348-8978726106513197710?l=lifeinthekrebcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't have to believe it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just read it and let me know what you think. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The paragraph that made me think:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Thinking about the way things might end is going to stop you from living today. Thinking about the end of the world, wondering what might happen tomorrow is going to stop you from living out God’s plan for today. And that’s precisely where the enemy wants you. So concerned with tomorrow, with whether or not you are saved, whether or not you’ve done enough, whether or not you are good enough, is going to stop you from being fishers of men. It’s going to stop you from doing the work at hand. It’s going to stop you from living. Truly living."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I find you, I'll find me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781048468511932348-6965536786533899401?l=lifeinthekrebcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I have a good reason. I'm coming towards the end of another week attached to Normah Hospital in Kuching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For my first week, I was attached to one of the two cardiologists there, Dr. Peter Wong, whose actually really good friends with my dad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I think I had that advantage in the sense, he felt was awkward as I did when we spoke for the first couple of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haha I was always just walking through conversations between my dad and him, with the typical "Hi Uncle", "Bye Uncle" and smile politely as I scurry off to watch the last few minutes of Bones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So he doesn't know me per say, but I guess he recognizes my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So it was a bit of a shock when I introduced myself to him on the first day, as he wasn't even informed of the arrangement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha but he was nice and let me tag along behind him like a lost puppy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It.Was.&amp;nbsp;Exhausting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Few things I learnt so far being attached to Normah:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1) No one walks. Everyone either runs (ie. emergency) or &lt;strike&gt;walks&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;-no sorry, more like- breezes across the floor. I seriously had some difficulty keeping up with him on the first few days. At the end of the day, my feet were really really sore from all the &lt;strike&gt;prepping for a marathon&lt;/strike&gt; walking.&lt;br /&gt;
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2) Don't try to be pretty and match your outfit with brand new shoes which you just bought from the UK. My feet were so sore and one time, I felt this slight sting on my left foot and thought it was a&amp;nbsp;mosquito&amp;nbsp;sucking my lifesource so I used my other foot to scratch it. I looked down and saw a small flab of skin hanging off my foot -.- The edges of my shoes had rubbed the top of my foot raw, so the skin was really fragile. -.-&lt;br /&gt;
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3) If you thought of being like the doctors of Grey's Anatomy, where when it's lunchtime, everyone gathers around the cafeteria and gossip about their cases, think again. I've only managed to talk to Eric once throughout the whole two weeks because his doc was on the phone and I couldn't locate mine lol. All the doctors have different schedules and the number of patients that come for their consultation varies so it's usually only when there's nobody left to inspect, that they are reminded of the poor deadbeat medical students slowly staggering behind them. Haha I'm exaggerating (just a tad) but Dr.Love (my cardio) usually gave breaks whenever he remembered it but my current doc (Dr. Gabriel Teo - internal med) is on the dot about lunch time. In fact, he gives me like 2-2.5 hour lunchbreaks (WOOHOOO) cause unlike Dr.Love, Dr. Teo does actually go out for lunch. (Dr. Love just munches on a piece of chocolate and a cup of sweet black coffee. When I was with him, I just skipped lunch)&lt;br /&gt;
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4) The doctors in Normah are busy. Like my cardio guy comes in at like 7am ish to do his rounds, and leaves around 8pm ish at night. Which I find amazing cause one time, he made me stay till 7.30pm to witness a PCI he was doing. I nearly almost just fell off my chair cause I was so tired from the entire day of running around. But it was interesting, I'll have to say, seeing the guy's messed up coronary arteries on the angio.&lt;br /&gt;
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5) Healthcare is EXPENSIVE! Know what's not? Dieting, making drastic lifestyle changes, exercising EARLY! The percentage of patients I've seen walk in who are diabetic, hypertensive, or have some sort of health-related problem caused by their own doings, is astonishing. It's really bad the stats. Being diabetic already opens up so many dangerous health risk doors, like it increases your tendency of getting cardiac risks like CAD. Your cholesterol levels are so important. In percutaneous coronary intervention, one stent costs rm7-8k whereas ballooning costs about rm3-4. This patient had to have FOUR stents and TWO balloonings just in his LEFT coronary artery. His right side is messed up as well but the procedure would have taken too long and it was already 5pm so the doc scheduled it for a latter date as he didn't want to be weary from the estimated 4-5 hour procedure. And the guy is only 40+ years old, his heart is already so messed up. Ahh&lt;br /&gt;
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6) I need to learn more of the local languages in East Malaysia. I only know Foochow, English, BM, and vague amounts of Hokkien, Mandarin. While being with Dr. Teo, half of his patients spoke Hokkien which I had no idea what they were saying so I just idly stood there as the doc replied them and consulted them. I feel so helpless, not being able to speak the language cause it's important to gauge the information from them.&lt;br /&gt;
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7) Normah is COLD! Always forget to bring my cardigan. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, that's about all I can think of, lying in this really uncomfortable position on my bed, blogging.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha well tomorrow's another day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But thankfully, Dr. Teo said it's only a half day tomorrow so I'm off by lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;WOOHOOO!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm such a bum, after a week with Dr. Wong, I'm so lazy to go to work now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, I feel like such a grown up now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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hello! to whoever may be interested in my life.. unlikely any but i'm gonna go out on a limb and say there's still one reader or two.. whose's still.. ahhh who am i kidding? :)&lt;br /&gt;
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oh well, less readers (or none at all) just means i don't have to worry so much about what i post :) yayy&lt;br /&gt;
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quick update:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;i finished my semester 3 examinations in IMU.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;freaking hardcore. argh I did so bad for my OSCE on the first day that I was so bummed. &amp;nbsp;I just knew i failed it, but thank the Lordie, I did well for my second day so it balanced out. OSPE can kiss my butt, it was so hard. the first few stations I had, I was thinking, " okay this is good. not bad not bad. good rhythm, good momentum, okay let's keep this going" then I hit the&amp;nbsp;twelve&amp;nbsp;station, and everything started going downhill. There were a few stations where I literally just looked around and say 'Am I in the wrong exam hall? I've never seen this before. Have we even covered this in our lectures?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aahh but thank the Lordie, I passed. I was so frightened. Ahh thank the Lordie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. flew to UK.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;with a peaceful mind and lived there for 2 weeks. It was a good trip, my first in UK so that was fun. Took tons of photos which I have yet to steal from diana's laptop. Will do it soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Had a near death experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Met someone on the plane back from Stansted to KL. 13 hours. oh Lordie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Bought more clothes and shoes than I ever had in my entire life. No joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, this is just an update to wipe the dust of my blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781048468511932348-7805483273586385331?l=lifeinthekrebcycle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you gonna let somebody in?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You might get hurt just a little bit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One day when the sky is falling,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll be standing right next to you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;right next to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who do you want to be standing, right next to you when the world finally ends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;1) My family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I can't imagine people with no families or close relations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;If they just died suddenly, no one would even miss them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;No matter how close your friends are to you, your family won't let you down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Usually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Blood will always be thicker than water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Family is what you come home to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;2) The wonderful people in my life that i can call 'friends'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;The ones that always know how to make me smile and laugh hysterically.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;The ones that I can share and just open with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;The ones that I can cry with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I've been very blessed, in the sense, I've found some friends who have proven to stay through thick and thin, some who have really helped when the situation called for it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;without question ,without judgement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;And that's exactly what a friend is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I know of a few who will get out of bed and come to my aid in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;these are the people that I would do exactly the same for. :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;3) My iphone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;As materialistic as that sounds, yeah..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I freak out like crazy whenever my iphone goes nuts on me. literally. o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;like it's not even funny how stressed out I get, worried about my precious phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;lol it's not healthy but it's true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;4) God, church and my LG I guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I honestly don't know where I would be today if God was not a part of my life's equation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Where I'll be, my state of mind, or sanity for that matter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;My church, in eaglepoint puchong, the place I go to unwind after a week of life and stress and worries. I love listening to the sermons cause they're always really entertaining and I've never been bored by them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Surprisingly, I find myself looking forward to them and I go away learning something about God's Word. I noticed, if I haven't gone to church in a while like a couple of weeks like if I went back home or something, I tend to feel really sad and depressed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Kinda weird but true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;My LG, where I laugh and joke and share with my wonderful IMU juniors and seniors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Always feels great after our LG sessions :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;5) FOOD!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;One of the things that usually is running through my mind is 'what to eat later?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haha I always bug my friends and ask them what I should eat for whatever meal of the day cause I'm always SO indecisive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I feel sad when I eat something really gross and not worth the calories :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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