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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQCSHk9eCp7ImA9WhRQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491613</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:06:09.760+08:00</updated><category term="american idol" /><category term="drama" /><category term="technology" /><category term="dongwan" /><category term="bible" /><category term="rhyme" /><category term="news" /><category term="enchanted" /><category term="shopping" /><category term="prose" /><category term="music" /><category term="david archuleta" /><category term="games" /><category term="take that" /><category term="journey" /><category term="soundtrack" /><category term="movie" /><category term="handbags" /><category term="rain" /><category term="postsecret" /><category term="japanese" /><category term="food" /><category term="cerpen" /><category term="shinhwa" /><category term="fun quiz" /><category term="david cook" /><category term="full house" /><category term="calligraphy" /><category term="korean" /><category term="kids" /><category term="robbie williams" /><title>Serendipity</title><subtitle type="html">I'm a serendipity writer who writes serendipitously about anything in life that requires some exposure or some two cents. I love anything intricately beautiful with a sound taste and a sprinkle of talent, art, originality, and attitude. These are some of my pet peeves; a man doesn't behave like a real man, people with big mouth and lousy attitude, guys laughing hysterically with weird sounds, and girlfriends dirtying my kitchen!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rumahlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rumahlinda.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491613/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508078399171416865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>889</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/serendipity" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="blogspot/serendipity" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/" /><logo>http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif</logo><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUICQXs8cCp7ImA9WhZbGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491613.post-2771465368062209825</id><published>2011-06-24T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T19:06:00.578+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-24T19:06:00.578+08:00</app:edited><title>The Wedding Prayer</title><content type="html">Create in us a love, O Lord.&lt;br /&gt;An eternal love …&lt;br /&gt;Your love.&lt;br /&gt;A love that forgives&lt;br /&gt;any failure,&lt;br /&gt;spans&lt;br /&gt;any distance,&lt;br /&gt;withstands&lt;br /&gt;any tempest.&lt;br /&gt;Create in us a love, O Lord.&lt;br /&gt;A new love.&lt;br /&gt;A fresh love.&lt;br /&gt;A love with the tenderness&lt;br /&gt;of a lamb,&lt;br /&gt;the grandeur&lt;br /&gt;of a mountain,&lt;br /&gt;the strength&lt;br /&gt;of a lion.&lt;br /&gt;And make us one. Intimately one.&lt;br /&gt;As you made a hundred colors into one sunset,&lt;br /&gt;A thousand cedars into one forest,&lt;br /&gt;and countless stars into one galaxy …&lt;br /&gt;make our two hearts as&lt;br /&gt;one,&lt;br /&gt;Father, forever …&lt;br /&gt;that you may be praised, Father,&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Shaped by God (original title: On the Anvil)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright (Tyndale House, 1985, 2002) Max Lucado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491613-2771465368062209825?l=rumahlinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rumahlinda.blogspot.com/feeds/2771465368062209825/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491613&amp;postID=2771465368062209825" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491613/posts/default/2771465368062209825?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491613/posts/default/2771465368062209825?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rumahlinda.blogspot.com/2011/06/wedding-prayer.html" title="The Wedding Prayer" /><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508078399171416865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQNQX46cSp7ImA9WhZXEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491613.post-6973564156316779647</id><published>2011-04-29T13:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T14:26:30.019+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-29T14:26:30.019+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="american idol" /><title>A game of numbers</title><content type="html">Okay I admit that I'm too lazy to record all my comments throughout this year's AI. But here's a recap of these few weeks. So Naima, Thia, Pia, Paul, and Stefano are out. I don't think it was difficult to tell what's wrong with Naima. With Thia, I think it's because she didn't have enough confidence and she still doesn't know what kind of artist she will be. For Pia, I also think it was quite obvious. Everyone thinks that she can sing, but she doesn't have the x-factor. She was not that likable, she was not that special, and she was too safe and a little old-fashion. With the judges praising her each time, her fans assumed that she was safe and didn't make the effort to keep her around...so, boom she was out! As for Paul, I think he was a consistently good performer, but he stayed in his comfort zone, grew very very slowly and didn't manage to surprise us. At the same time, Haley and Casey were taking chances and risks, and they made us wanting for more. Lastly, for Stefano, time was just running out. He had a few great performance, he grew better, but he didn't manage to catch up with the rest. His last song choice was just wrong for me. And by exposing his flirty side on a performance night, AI spelled the end for Stefano. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who stay, I can really see why they stay. Haley has grown tremendously. I'm glad that she has given up trying to be sexy and now she's just flaunting her greatest asset which is her unique jazzy voice. Lauren is still so likable. She's down-to-earth, genuine, beautiful, and she has the voice. She has to keep growing and she needs a confidence boost to stay in the game because she'll have to fight Scotty for voters. Jacob will probably be safe since he has his own pool of fans apart from the others. Right now, he just has to keep learning how to control his voice and be a little more creative with it. James must be on the clouds right at this point. He keeps receiving good comments from everyone. And I hate to admit that he's a combination of David Cook's charm and Adam Lambert's voice - a deadly combination. My only problem is that he's not as original as Cook. Scotty may have a series of great weeks, but he needs to raise his game right now. His competitors are not laying low. Lastly, Casey stays because he's a great entertainer and he has tons of creativity up his sleeve. But it takes more than creativity to win loyal fans that stick to the end. He has to decide which stream to take. Is it going to be rock, jazz, blues, or a mix of all three? Honestly, at this point I am already a little confused about his music. If he's not picking one (or create one), he's bound to be jumping from one pool of voters to another. It needs luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491613-6973564156316779647?l=rumahlinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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So I guess it's valid if I combine this week's &amp;amp; last week's comments? No?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey is getting scarier each week. I think this is the problem with him. He's unique, but there are not that many people in his pool of voters. He needs to be likable to pull-off that kind of voice and still gain votes. He needs to choose more enjoyable songs and stops being so indulgent in his own world. I guess that's why he chose a beautiful song tonight and got in touch with his softer side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thia is losing herself these last few weeks. Her personality is fading away although she still delivers beautiful vocal. It seems like she's confused and can't really find a way to break through the safe zone in this stage of the competition. She really needs to find who she is as an artist, and she needs to do it quickly because voters will not wait. She has to raise the bar now. She has to be great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob is still promising. He dives into the heart and soul of the song and hits really high notes. But my problem is that he's too predictable. There's no surprise there, only drama. Having said that, he's quite a solid performer and will do well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good thing about Lauren is that she's likable. She has a young and innocent front, she pulls-off some good country vibes, and she's so natural on stage - no gimmick. I think she'll do well if she can master her country vibes and find more beautiful songs that suit her age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stefano's choice of song was totally wrong last week. This week he appeared much better with much better song. I think the song was a perfect fit and he did it justice. It was a suave, enjoyable and such a 'good looking' performance. Ladies would love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't pinpoint my problem with Haley. She has good voice, good control, and good pitch. But I just can't get myself to like her. Anyway, she had a good performance this week, very well prepared and a lot more lively. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Casey gets scarier, Scotty gets more charming each week. He grows so much in such a short time and still retains his color. Great job, Scotty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pia is a bunch of high notes and strong dramatical voice. Unfortunately, I don't see her performance as something that I can enjoy. For me, she was too bland in the personality department and she needs to relax a bit. Show a warm and fun side of you, darling, please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul is still my pick for the best voice. The husky tone and quirky style are just too enchanting. And of course, he looks awesome with guitar. He is a voice to reckon with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know why I can't root for Naima since the beginning. It's her music! I can still enjoy country and rock, but definitely not this kind of heavy reggae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James, for me, is a package of good look, personality, voice, and showmanship. But, just like Jacob, it's getting too predictable. He needs to build up our expectation and delivers beyond and above. I'm worried that he doesn't show any growth each week, just being good without being better will cost him some votes. No more indulgence, James, surprise us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, who are leaving next? 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Streaming from the web and watching on TV have really different effect, so pardon me if last week's comments do not make sense. This time, I'm going to bear it all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my say about last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'm sorry to say that Naima did terrible. She has the tone, she has the potential, but she's just running round and round and couldn't find herself. Don't even mention about the pitch. The judges said it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. There's something about Paul's voice that charms me every time. I just love his voice. Period. No matter how awkwardly quirky his moves were, I could still very much enjoy what he offers. I hope he stays a long long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I disagree with the judges on Thia and her 'Colors of the Wind'. It was not the perfect pitch, but it was simple, sweet, and beautiful. She didn't overdo it. She made it her own. She told a story throughout the song and made it believable. She was in her element! And her smile... ah, even a woman can melt seeing such a beauty. At such a young age, I think she has tons of potentials that will make her a great artist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. James did a good rendition of 'I'll be There for You', but I don't think it was original. He did well, but not as well as Jon Bon Jovi. I couldn't help it, with him copying the voice you tend to compare it to the original. And it wasn't up to par. But, I'd say it's enough for this stage of the competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Again, I didn't like Haley's performance. I didn't particularly like what she offers. She's been trying to play it sexy, but I think it would work better for her if she delivered more soulful renditions and focus on her voice instead of her moves. The point is, she got it but didn't know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Stefano has finally come out of his shell! Yes! The wild card performance (which I loved) had repeated its glory on last night's stage. I love it. It wasn't flawless, but it was enough to mesmerize me. Good job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Pia is probably my pick for the most overrated contestant this year. Yes, I know she has the voice, but I think she tends to overdo it. She stretched the high notes, screeched, screamed, and it was just painful for me sometimes. She should tone down one notch and work on the soul of the songs, make the songs believable instead of focusing only on hitting high notes, and I would probably like her better that way. And last night's arrangement on 'Where do Broken Hearts Go?' didn't work for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. From what I saw, Scotty got confidence boost. Perhaps from last week's performance. Perhaps from the results. I couldn't tell. But I can say that he was confident, he owned the stage, it was a perfect song choice, it was inspiring, and it gave me a little tiny bit of goosebumps. Way to go, Scotty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I wouldn't judge Karen on the voice this time. This is my blog so I have the liberty to comment on her... outfits! What was she thinking? It made sense at the first hit on the big stage when she sang 'Hero'. But last night's 'Love will Lead You Back' was so old-skool that it murdered my last hint of interest on her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Casey was psycho! In a good way. Although I got a feeling of a highschool-teenage-garage band coming out of his performance, I couldn't really throw him down because it was quite good. But I wouldn't say it was his best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Lauren is likable. She's young and current, and her song choices have been good. Her rendition of 'I'm the Only One' could be her break into the next rounds because it confirms her niche and who she is as an artist. She reminds me of Allison Iraheta from Season 8. So just like her, she needs some pimping-up from the judges and more exposure on her personality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Jacob sang 'Alone'. No surprise there, and it was definitely not my favorite song. He gave 110% as usual, but pitch wise, it was not 110%. Just like Pia, I think he has to work on the flow of the song. He did too many climaxes and too much screaming. He should start learning when to tone it down and work the way up. But overall, good job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've said, I'm not surprised with the bottom 3 this time. 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Hurray! Well actually it was about two days ago! And it was a bargain I must say. So, yeay! I'm pretty excited.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about sharing some of the shots here? The first one is a shot at my wedding invitation. I wanted to show the details of the frame, so I blurred the text. Isn't the color gorgeous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqaigwrw-nc/TTggiwg6dGI/AAAAAAAAA6A/1rxddcoLqKI/s1600/P1010974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqaigwrw-nc/TTggiwg6dGI/AAAAAAAAA6A/1rxddcoLqKI/s200/P1010974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564233121126839394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second one here is the back of the invitation card. Well, in case you didn't notice before... it can be opened! Take the card out and you can slip in your own photo... and voila! 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Well, I hope that this time there's not that many :D  By the way, the story was also updated. The ending was supposedly something happy... something like... he made it to the door or he found her finally. But, I decided to keep it open-ending to relate to more damsels, dainty or not-so-dainty... *grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Not-so-fairy Tale (edited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dainty damsel locked herself in the tower. She went out once in a while, to answer when the Great King called; to slay dragons and to save minions - for dragons exist to devour, people like us, people like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first lad came knocking at her door. A very young guy with great spirit and sense of humor. But someone said, "I don't think she's there." He waited and waited, till he couldn't wait another minute. Time and distance brought him away, or perhaps he never meant to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one stood outside. Sheepish and shy, no ride nor stride. He didn't dare to knock harder, thinking that she wouldn't bother. He walked away without words to say. Nothing was left of him, nothing was worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one knew his strategy, as he decided to approach her door and set her free. He observed and said all the right things, to have her come out saying, "Come on in". Yes, into the tower she let him in. But he wasn't ready to stay. In a blink of an eye he went his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth one said hello like a friend, but it was not exactly what he meant. Casual, caring, and warm. She opened the door when he came, but he was mistaken as merely... a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth one was there to save the day. Charming, handsome, and all ready to win some. He knew the trick and there he was, making his way without a fuss. Until someone said, "This is not going well." So she opened her door again, only to let him leave in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the five returned from his journey, came to find her among the many. To pick up pieces left behind, start anew with forever in mind. But what seemed like it was meant to be was never made for eternity. In the end, it just withered away like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sixth lad arrived late, or rather too early. The vacant room still stored memories of her last adversary. It had caused her a battle wound no one could cure. So he chose not to wait, left the heart of it unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and people go. So she began thinking, she started pondering. Are all the men out there the same? They would try, but they don't give it all. They would knock, but they can't answer the call. They would stand, but they'd refuse to fight; don't even mention the word sacrifice. Was she not worth the fight, was she not worth the while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... that doesn't matter, to her I whispered. All is good. All is well. All is perfect in its time. You need not a brawny knight, nor a prince on a white horse ride, to define who you are and who you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fingers of time kept turning and the past kept fading. The scar remained, but not the pain. No longer was she expecting for a knight to come knocking. But there he came, the seventh one back then. Hoping he could be the last, worked too hard but scared he was. "Will I ever make it? Will she ever accept it?" he asked. Until the wind blew the chance away to a place too far from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this time around, the ground was all too familiar. The set wasn't all that peculiar. She kept her calm, kept her smile glowing. Happy to be inside the tower waiting. Always prepared when the Great King call her, in those times of need, those finest hours. To slay dragons and to save minions (for dragons exist to devour people like her). Surely as the sun will rise, a help will arrive. A knight will come to fight alongside. He'll come knocking at her door again. This time, incessantly. This time, to stay. This time, for eternity. This time, won't fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love fails not.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491613-8394085461371405689?l=rumahlinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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One is God - fulfilling His plan, His vision, and His calling in our lives. Second is family - ensuring that both sides of our family are happy with us being together, with our choices and our plans. Third is the church - asking permission, support, and blessing from our spiritual leaders. And last but not least is our circle of friends - making sure that everyone is blessed by our relationship and is happy for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;These four aspects are the white picket fences that keep us secure through the changing seasons. They help us see each other objectively. They help us assess and adapt to each other's characters and personalities. They nurture and help us grow. And I can safely say that they're the one that plays a key role in taking us from "Hi!" to "I do". Not us. Not our own sweat and tears. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;At the bottom line, we're glad that we set the right priorities. We've chosen the right A-team that always hold up a light for us, that strengthen our faith and help us trust in each other. We know that this is a force to reckon with. Even the sky, the rain, and the thunderstorm made way for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;So now you know why love was abundant in the air, all throughout our wedding day. 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