<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408</id><updated>2012-02-11T06:24:05.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the journey in between an old Promise and the final Fulfillment.  In the cosmic drama, it is Saturday on planet earth, the in-between day of Good Friday and Easter Sunday, which has no name, and where human history grinds on.  Will Sunday ever come? The entire cosmos is waiting.... -Phillip Yancey 2002</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-5223284845323209069</id><published>2009-06-20T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:45:21.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Story 2</title><content type='html'>Cat had finally returned to visit her good friends in the Animal Kingdom. She saw and held Cockroach's daughter. The family was happy and complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda came and introduced her husband, whom Cat had already knew. They were blissfully in love and acting totally newly wedded. They were happy and complete as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there came the news about Turtle. In Bedtime Story 1, a lot of friends were curious about Turtle's love life. And to Cat's surprising delight, Turtle had also fallen in love with a remarkable person. Turtle told Cat that since Cat had gotten engaged in the former home of Panda and Turtle, the residual anointing in that house must had caused Cockroach, Panda, and Turtle to all find their non animal significant others in the span of 3 years. So they were very grateful to Cat, even though away from the Animal Kingdom but remained loved and favored for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a really good trip back to the Fusionland and the Animal Kingdom for Cat. Cat looked forward to the next trip..perhaps in the next trip Cat would be able to see Turtle getting hitched although, it would probably be said and done at Turtle's own speed. Turtle said we should not expect her to do it at Cockraoch's, Panda's or even Cat's speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, once very close friends, Cat, Panda, Cockroach and Turtle, all lived happily ever after along with their respective partners in the Animal Kindgom and other places wherever life took them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-5223284845323209069?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/5223284845323209069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=5223284845323209069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/5223284845323209069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/5223284845323209069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2009/06/bedtime-story-2.html' title='Bedtime Story 2'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-6127484403013380203</id><published>2009-01-12T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:02:47.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there lived four good friends in the Animal Kingdom of Fusionland who dwelled peacefully with the humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four friends were Cockcroah, Panda, Turtle and Cat. Cockcroach, Panda and Turtle had been good friends for a long time before Cat arrived in the Animal kingdom. Panda was extremely fond of Cat because she was so adorable and smart. So,very quickly they became close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of them, who were very different from one another spoke the same language as the humans of Fusionland. They played together, worked together, ate together and even travelled together. Life was always lots of fun. They were all extremely funny in their own ways and they never failed to make themselves laugh until they cried, (except for Cat who never cried).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time came when Cat had to leave the Animal Kingdom to get married. Cat was very sad because she loved all her animal friends in the kingdom. She missed Panda every day. She wanted to come back and visit the Fusionland all the time but she was stucked in the Nevernever Land. However one day the opportunity came when she heard the news that Cockroach was getting married. For that reason, she could again come back to the Animal Kingdom and visit her animal and human friends. She was happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long afterwards, she heard another good news, her Panda was in love and would be married too. There went another opportunity to go back to the Fusionland. And it was a great joy in the Animal Kingdom because Cockcroach's wife had just given birth to a baby. So Cat not only visit Panda and Turtle but also Cockroach's baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Panda and Cat are looking forward for Cat to return to the Animal Kingdom. But Cat says, maybe the next opportunity will come when Turtle gets hitched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is based on true characters. Due to security reasons, their real names have been changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockroach is Cockroach because he kept reprising the role of a cockroach in some 'guidelines video'.&lt;br /&gt;Cat has always been all cat (and nothing else) wherever she goes except for when being in the Nevernever Land where she cannot be herself.&lt;br /&gt;Turtle is Turtle because Panda said so.&lt;br /&gt;Panda is Panda because she said so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-6127484403013380203?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/6127484403013380203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=6127484403013380203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/6127484403013380203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/6127484403013380203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2009/01/bedtime-story.html' title='Bedtime Story'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-1621023734353326326</id><published>2009-01-04T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:24:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notable events in 2008</title><content type='html'>My brother got hitched and did my ancestors proud by delivering an heir less than 8 months later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather made it to heaven at the age of 103 years.  I still miss him everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK and I visited Kimchiland, one of the most amazing countries in Asia.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my closest friends got engaged.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to the Pandaland once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconnected to many friends on Facebook!!!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-1621023734353326326?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/1621023734353326326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=1621023734353326326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/1621023734353326326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/1621023734353326326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2009/01/notable-events-in-2008.html' title='Notable events in 2008'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-677557946825089047</id><published>2008-12-12T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:24:07.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Everything!!!</title><content type='html'>A year has passed by without much progress.  Maybe there was somewhere, sometime, somehow and somewhat I felt a certain breakthrough.  Perhaps I've matured more in my thoughts, in terms of taking responsibilities, and how to be proficient and competitive in the real world.. and yet, i witness my heart slowly dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no more desires.  It becomes a dirty and a cruel word.  I am completely lost.  I am indeed that far off that I do not know how to come back.  The anger continues.  I am actually angry at the fact I am this angry.  It is a place where I know nothing can make me happy.  Not even the thought of God.  So maybe here is the problem.  I lost hope in God, so there's nothing left to look forward to.  Everything is screwed. God, what do I say to you? to myself?  I just dont know what it is about anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been wanting to say those two words here for more than a year and i finally did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-677557946825089047?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/677557946825089047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=677557946825089047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/677557946825089047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/677557946825089047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2008/12/screw-everything.html' title='Screw Everything!!!'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-1444548738657638646</id><published>2008-11-07T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:00:05.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i voted for satan</title><content type='html'>[Disclaimer : I did not write this entry (nor the title)but my friend William did.  I would say we have very similar thoughts about the outcome of the 2008 U.S. Presidential Election. And my special friend William Keomany puts the thoughts in words better than I could have. He gave me the permission to post this on my blog.  So, ladies and gentlemen, here goes...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally i don't think it matters whether McCain or Obama or even a resurrected Abraham Lincoln is president. Those men of high positions can only do so much locally and in individual hearts of people. The true action comes from believers that walk with Christ. We are the ones that go out there and talk to people that are getting abortions, or are living in sinful lifestyles. those that are living blindly. we introduce the true change in their hearts, only then can we expect them to see the light and vote according to how things God would want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a lot of people didn't get their candidate in. they can bitch and moan for four years. but that doesn't change anything. that is a defeated attitude. But we still have the true power in going out in our communities, into the world and showing proof. A person who goes out and holds babies and infants speaks more volume than any person who merely votes for pro life issues. we use convincing rhetoric on why abortion is wrong to people that are blind in the first place. but how can they deny us when we hold babies, and show them the true precious life? What i'm saying is what you have been doing, you've been speaking louder with action than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel politics are a very carnal war. we as christians fall into those games too by not knowing our facts, and give opponents or swing voters wrong facts. thus making ourselves liars. we picket, we get angry, and throw chairs and write angry statuses on facebook. we write stupid things like we're going to leave our country.. if those are not carnal attitudes then i don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we say these things represent God then? These things cause our political opponents and even undecided people to put up walls. Christ used actions and the right strategy to break down walls in people he talked to. He brought truth to the light. Perhaps we are to present truth in love, bridge a gap and not dub people with different perspectives idiots even if they don't agree. They may not change their minds right away, but they will know you have good reasons to believe what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding. Compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberals are not idiots.&lt;br /&gt;Republicans are not closedminded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We with the light are real change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;william&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-1444548738657638646?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/1444548738657638646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=1444548738657638646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/1444548738657638646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/1444548738657638646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-voted-for-satan.html' title='i voted for satan'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-6520769996908563154</id><published>2008-10-22T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:45:05.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of my life post St. E in a nutshell of course...</title><content type='html'>Since my sudden reunion with my ex St E girls, Ive gotten many questions on where Ive been since we parted ways in 1994.  So out of my narcissistic nature, Ive decided to post an entry to summarize the 14 lost years in hope of their little interest in my interesting journey... hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 1994 we finished SPM.  I went for a short vacation just 3 weeks.  Upon return, my mother, bless her heart enrolled me into American University Program at Inti Sarawak campus.  In less than a week, I packed my bags ( I havent even finished unpacking from my vacation) and went off to Kuching.  There I finished off 4 semesters of classes in one breath, putting me in sophomore standing as far as 4 year college is concerned.  That was December 1994 till March 1996. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Inti Subang April 96 - July 96. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 96 - transferred to the University of Nebraska- Lincoln,  Food Science and Technology department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 99 - Graduated with Bachelor of Agricultural Sciences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 99 - Aug 00 - worked on campus.  Upon the expiration of my working permit, was offerred an graduate research assistantship to pursue a post graduate degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 00 - Jan 04 - completed the requirements for my Masters of Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 04 - Immediately after my oral defense I packed my bags again, in less than 48 hours, I was on the plane heading for Hong Kong after 7 plus years in good old Nebraska.  I had decided to set apart that year to do missions.  So, I signed myself up for A Year in Asia Program with Youth With A Mission Hong Kong.  Initially planning to just stay for a year, after much prayers and consideration, I felt compelled to stay longer.  So I signed up for a 2 year commitment as part of the YWAM HK staff.  It was THE BEST YEARS OF MY LIFE!!!! Halfway into that, I got reunited (over long distance) with my then estranged ex fiance.  Two months later in Nov 05, we decided to get married a year from then, after my commitment with YWAM HK was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 2006 - Wedding date was set, church booked.  My sweetheart flew over to Hong Kong on the valentine's day weekend with a diamond ring and proposed.  Then he went back to execute all the wedding plans (now where do you find a man like that?? :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks before the wedding, I packed my bags and left Hong Kong.  We got hitched on Nov 11 2006 in Klang, Nov 18 in Sibu, then only the honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 2006, I accepted the offer to work at Sunway Medical Center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working there since...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-6520769996908563154?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/6520769996908563154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=6520769996908563154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/6520769996908563154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/6520769996908563154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2008/10/chronicles-of-my-life-post-st-e-in.html' title='Chronicles of my life post St. E in a nutshell of course...'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-281858295957119472</id><published>2008-10-21T22:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:14:35.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my St E girls</title><content type='html'>Recently, out of some curiosities and of the blue, Ive decided to track down a group of friends that I had decidedly 'abandoned' since years ago.  Ever since I signed on Facebook (Dec 2006, yep..that early), I have been looking out for college friends from Nebraska particularly and of course at that time and my Hong Kong friends who were diehard Myspace loyalist ( I was too). So, most of the time I was just waiting for people to get signed on. And my dream came true sometime last year when one after another began signing on and more and more this year and then eventually even those whom I never would have thought would get into this social networking thing signed on .  Hurrah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to my main point.  One boring afternoon, I was wondering how I could get in touch with my long lost seatmate in class who sat with me practically since the first grade (primary 1 that is).  Her name simply Jane Lee didnt help me much with searching.  But I couldnt remember whom I fingered and finally I got a possible lead.  With a few clues here and there, I decided to sned a message to Jane who chose a profile picture of two knotty stuff.  :).   and of course, it was Jane no less.  I found my Jane.  That opened the door for many other leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the girls have changed their names as in adopted some western names (due to overseas exposure, jobs etc as quipped by Maeve Hou, formerly known as Hou Siew Ming).  Lau Kin Fong has become Amanda Lau, and Teo Chun Leng has become Jolene Teo to name a few.  And even myself, I have also become Angeline Yong legally.   It is interesting to be reunited with them with their new identities.  Besides the name change, relationship status have changed as well.  Many of us are married now and some even with children (to my delight).  I had some good times catching up with a few of them this week even though most of it was brief.  Many are still out there.  People like En Ji, Swee Sim, Hie Ching and Belinda, I am still wondering about them.  I dont know how cool they are in regards to getting hooked up with ex highschoolmates.  I was not too keen on it myself at one point of time, not meaning I didnt want to have anything to do with them anymore.  It was just that for the past decade or so, I hardly thought much about secondary school or anything pertaining to it.  Maybe I was just too distracted with the present moment.  But I guess, everything has its own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it has come around a full circle.  I feel a certain completion and somewhat a sense of closure.  I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;returned to my roots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-281858295957119472?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/281858295957119472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=281858295957119472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/281858295957119472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/281858295957119472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2008/10/ode-to-my-st-e-girls.html' title='Ode to my St E girls'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-529501184372498533</id><published>2008-10-04T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:30:13.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanted to write something...but</title><content type='html'>i forgot what i wanted to write about. &lt;br /&gt;sorry chisso ko ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be back. hang in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-529501184372498533?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/529501184372498533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=529501184372498533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/529501184372498533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/529501184372498533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wanted-to-write-somethingbut.html' title='i wanted to write something...but'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-5893385879262765033</id><published>2008-08-09T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:23:39.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes of my favorite tv shows.</title><content type='html'>1. Fox Mulder from The X files.&lt;br /&gt;He is hot, smart, funny, and kind hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hawkeye Pierce from M*A*S*H*.&lt;br /&gt;He is smart, funny, kind hearted, but not too hot looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Mohinder Suresh from Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;He is WAY hot, smart, kind hearted but not funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Gregory House from House M.D.&lt;br /&gt;He is just smart and funny, but ugly and extremely mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-5893385879262765033?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/5893385879262765033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=5893385879262765033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/5893385879262765033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/5893385879262765033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2008/08/heroes-of-my-favorite-tv-shows.html' title='Heroes of my favorite tv shows.'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-7925026072498108026</id><published>2008-06-03T11:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:21:32.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 9: The Doubt and the Final Assurance</title><content type='html'>The decision to marry changed a few important things immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after several discussion on the different possibilities of what our future direction was going to be like, KK finally told me one day he would be sticking to his job and wait for further instructions.  That was the direction he got from God after much prayers.  And that was the very last thing that I wanted.  There were doubt, fear, frustration, and doubt again.  What about my dreams and plans?  What about my calling?  Should I just call it off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have quieted down, the still small voice came saying "You want to know my plans for your future, walk into this marriage.  This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;the door that will lead you there ".  The assurance gave me peace.  Afterwards I realized I've had too many preconceived ideas on where I should go and how everything was supposed to happen.  I wasn't really open to alternatives.  God wanted me to lay them down and surrender my agendas to him, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later KK came to HK with a ring and officially proposed.  I was ready to confidently say yes.   God's timing was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-7925026072498108026?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/7925026072498108026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=7925026072498108026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/7925026072498108026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/7925026072498108026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2008/06/part-9-doubt-and-assurance.html' title='Part 9: The Doubt and the Final Assurance'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-88745385442607784</id><published>2007-01-25T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:07:19.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Eight :The Unexpected Reunion</title><content type='html'>The angels held their breath... and my comrade &lt;a href="http://twinkly.blogspot.com"&gt;Zoe&lt;/a&gt; crashed into the scene with the most insane question, "So, what do you think about KK right now?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do I think about KK????? I DONT think about KK.  Why do I need to think about KK? He is so in the past and I am thinking of how to respond to this guy...do I have enough of drama in my life or what?" I grumbled.   But I asked back, "What about KK?".  She clarified, "as in having a relationship".  I exploded inside.  "What on earth is wrong with everyone nowadays?  This is weirder than the weirdest dream I have ever had."  So, to make sure she had not gone crazy, I asked her a few diagnostic questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You and me, we are considered partners correct? You, the prince, me the priest, like youve always said.&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You know my heart is gone into the mission field, correct?  And you have supported and shared my calling, correct?&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Me: SO HOW ON EARTH WOULD IT MAKE SENSE THAT YOU, OF ALL PEOPLE TO ASK ME TO CONSIDER A RELATIONSHIP WITH KK WHILE YOU KNOW HE IS MARRIED TO HIS CHURCH IN MALAYSIA????????&lt;br /&gt;Zoe: I guess you've made your mind about him permanently which is what I thought so.  I just wanted to check that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH???????????????????? Get behind me, Satan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to continue the conversation about him.  I was very uncomfortable.  I was trying to recover from one shock and instead I gained another.  It was too much to handle.  I lost my sleep that night.  Curiosity was killing me.  Why did Zoe ask me that, but most importantly why in such a time? Was God behind this?  There were too many questions I darent ask Zoe, lest she started to convince me into doing the insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next two weeks, she kept wanting to tell me about KK.  I kept telling her, I had too many questions. Then she said maybe we should start talking again.  Before I agreed to that, KK sent me a request to add him into my msn messenger.  That's what good friends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually great talking to KK again.   We caught up on the lost years.  I storied him on all the troubles of the year before I came to HK, on how I struggled with getting my Masters and how I rebuild the foundation of my relationship with God from scratch after our breakup.  And then how it was for me during DTS and FEET and then being a staff on the base.  He told me everything that happened to him during the lost years.  We talked and talked and talked and talked and talked like never before.  We were friends again.  We obviously still love each other we just didnt know if we were supposed to get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gosh, not only Zoe's crazy.  I must have gone crazy too" I thought.   After two months of talking to kk online, I needed a talk with Nancy, my base director.  I told her, things looked like they are going somewhere.  I thought they were from God, but still not completely sure about everything. I needed prayers.  I told her, we were going to meet each other in person twice at the KLIA in Malaysia during my furlough.  [But it got increased to four times because I took a trip down to Jakarta to meet up with Zoe via KLIA.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first meeting was awkward for us.  He officially asked if he could pursue a romantic relationship with me.  I said, that was very hopeful.  After that I flew home where my mom, much to my mortification, asked me out of the blue if KK was married.  She was surprised to find out he wasnt .  On the other hand, I was more surprised that she asked me about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days later I went to see Zoe in Jakarta.  Then KK and I already had very progressive conversation in regards to a relationship.  I just wanted to ask Zoe for the last time if I should go ahead...based on her judgement as our mutual friend and of my ministry partner and the knowledge of what had happened in our lives since she knew us until then.  She couldnt encourage me more.  So on the way back from Jakarta, KK and I met again at KLIA.  We talked about the possibility of a wedding in November, exactly, a year after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped the news on my father about my intention to marry KK.  He was a lot more than happy.  Then, he said, I can be a missionary and go wherever I want as long as I am having a husband.  I couldnt believe it was that simple for him.  I guessed that was really God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I returned from furlough practically engaged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-88745385442607784?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/88745385442607784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=88745385442607784&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/88745385442607784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/88745385442607784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2007/01/part-eight-unexpected-reunion.html' title='Part Eight :The Unexpected Reunion'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-3946258031906071074</id><published>2006-12-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:21:23.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 7 - Honeymoon with God</title><content type='html'>Finally after 7 years of being attached with somebody,  I resumed my singlehood status.  I took upon a special journey which I had always wanted to take -- MISSIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next two years or so I lived my life having nothing to do with KKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to Asia in January 2004 after 7.5 years of staying in Lincoln, NE.  I enrolled myself for Discipleship Training School at YWAM Hong Kong, which was where I had the most irreplacable   experience, my honeymoon with God.  I put behind everything that happened between me and KK in Lincoln.  Occasionally the memories of him still made me sick to my stomach. But for most of the time, I was so overwhelmed with what God was teaching me.  Besides, I was so overly loved by everyone so I thought, who needs a boyfriend at a place such as this??  I guess I had a taste of heaven then, nobody needs to get married there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After DTS was over, I visited Malaysia shortly to tie all the outstanding loose ends.....first with my decisions of what to do with my future and face my parents with those issues, and then, there was a need of a proper closure with KK.   I was almost sure that I would not be returning to Malaysia after I finished all my programs at YWAM Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in May 2004, at KLIA airport, me and KK met and then parted in peace.  We forgave, prayed, blessed, and said proper goodbye to each other.  I thought, what a great guy but what a pity, I hadnt the slightest interest to live Malaysia.   Definitely he wasnt the one for me.  I was actually pretty happy it ended that way. It was a great closure, better than one I could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That summer I returned to Hong Kong and did FEET.  When I was on outreach in India, I had the most memorable conversation with God about my future relationship.  It wasnt because of desperation but just out of pure curiosity.  I started to have sort of a romantic interest in mind and was carefully thinking certain things through.  During that session of heart to heart with God, a lot of questions were answered.  I was ready to move on and to have a new love interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I recall, because of the incredible outreach food,  I ended up having these reccuring vivid dreams of KK and I getting back together.  And I had at least 5 of those throughout the whole of FEET outreach.  Annoying, but fortunately ignoring them wasnt too hard. When I was awake and sober, I knew with an absolute certainty that I was over KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After FEET outreach, I returned to Hong Kong permanently to join the staff team.  It was also the time I found out prematurely that my new "love interest" then was also interested in me.  I was pretty certain at that time that God has led me to consider a relationship with this person.  However, due to the guidelines set by YWAM, we couldnt pursue a relationship until I passed nine months of staffship.  That, for me was SALVATION.   I found out of my lack of emotions towards this person and therefore inability commit my heart to him fully. As I would sadly tell &lt;a href="http://www.labellasthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faby&lt;/a&gt;, my hormones were dormant, maybe dead!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole nine months trying to develop those feelings, hoping that I could somehow return his kindness and affection but instead I instinctively and rather unkindly ran away from his presence each time he wanted to get close.  The one last time I gave myself and him a chance, I asked him out for a meal at a fancy place.  It was during that time I finally decided to give up on trying.  I could not be in a relationship with him with us interacting like that.  I didnt know what was on his mind but I was hoping he would also get the idea and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine months was over.... he gave me a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the entry I made on September 22, 2005.  To protect his identity, I had to be very vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him and her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After a year of secret longing, he finally told her today.... that he loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave her an envelope with some money, a gift voucher to an ice cream place, and a letter he typed the night before. Those were words he could not say to her in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spilt everything....how and when and why... and asked her to consider 'it'. He said he knows she doesn't like him but it's okay. He still wants to tell her anyway. He assured her that being just friends is okay with him if she decides to no 'it'. He even asked her to take as much time as she needed to consider.He is willing to risk it again for her, who has never in any way return any of his kind and self-restraint love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of a man is he?" she pondered. "What have I done to deserve such kind thoughts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, she certainly feels special. She had come across numerous admirers over the years and this isn't like she would magnify any forms of attention given to her by members of the opposite sex. She is just honestly flattered and impressed this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what would she say to him then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-3946258031906071074?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/3946258031906071074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=3946258031906071074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/3946258031906071074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/3946258031906071074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/12/part-7-honeymoon-with-god.html' title='Part 7 - Honeymoon with God'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-116513397348753831</id><published>2006-12-03T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T16:19:33.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Day Slides</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-34.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-34.slide.com&amp;channel=144115188076845108&amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1" width="400" height="400" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=144115188076845108&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=17&amp;at=1&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-34.slide.com/p1/144115188076845108/bl_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=144115188076845108&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=17&amp;at=1&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-34.slide.com/p2/144115188076845108/bl_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10502408-116513397348753831?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/116513397348753831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=116513397348753831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/116513397348753831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/116513397348753831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/12/wedding-day-slides.html' title='Wedding Day Slides'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-116503078367467457</id><published>2006-12-02T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T11:39:43.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angeline's new contact</title><content type='html'>Angeline loves presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We welcome Christmas, birthday,  New Year, Valentines, hanukkah, wedding and anniversary cards, phone calls, cars, and other presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres our new address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Kheng and Angeline Khoo&lt;br /&gt;Unit SW 5-2, Kondo Menara Regensi&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Pelangi Klang 41300&lt;br /&gt;Selangor D. E.&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60-3-3341-3425  for Immobile (local call's charge if you use People's IDD in Hong Kong to call this number)&lt;br /&gt;60-12-200-2994 is Angeline's mobile&lt;br /&gt;60-12-337-8417 is KK's mobile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-116503078367467457?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/116503078367467457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=116503078367467457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/116503078367467457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/116503078367467457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/12/angelines-new-contact.html' title='Angeline&apos;s new contact'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-116443297165328858</id><published>2006-11-25T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T13:38:21.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry</title><content type='html'>I really want to finish my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I wrote a part, it took me about 3 hours, with editing and enhancements, without any distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am married now....my husband and I hardly spend a waking moment apart. I m still waiting for a time I get to write for long long long long hours until I m sick of reading myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-116443297165328858?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/116443297165328858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=116443297165328858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/116443297165328858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/116443297165328858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/11/sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry.html' title='sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-116049733943216667</id><published>2006-10-10T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:48:12.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 6  -  The Unresolved Conflict</title><content type='html'>Year 2001 started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very naturally&lt;/span&gt; found our ways back to each others life once again.  Both of us resolved in the name of the new millenium to cut off all the entanglements of our past and start clean.  And finally for the first time in the history of our relationship, it was just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;And we stayed that way for a long time.  But did I finally enjoy that relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on my part, was totally committed to him.  I had given my heart fully to him.  I would do anything...compromised, sacrificed in all inconvenience to make sure he would never leave me again.   &lt;font&gt;But strangely,  no matter what I did, I was still unconvinced about his devotion to me.  No matter how many times he reassured me with his words and actions, in my heart I kept sensing that one day, he would still betray everything he said.  Trust was absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That summer,  we went to an all night prayer vigil at the Lutheran's Chapel.  God spoke and gave me a vision of my FEET touching the ground of many places, specifically bringing the gospel just like in Romans 10:15.   If I were not involved with KK, I would be jumping with excitement and hope and maybe even in tears but that night, I was so traumatized.   I had given up my dream of going on missions because I was terribly afraid KK would not be willing to go.  I really hoped that it would not come to past because being with KK was more important already then.  So, I didnt tell him anything about the vision because I couldnt trust him nor God to deal with that information.  And even I eventually forgot about it too (until 2003).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile KK also graduated that year.  I met his family, both biological, and spiritual when we went back to Malaysia for a summer break.  We were in a sense going 'steady' and official with important people of our lives.  However in my heart there was still a big gap.  I wanted a more substantial planning for our future.   KK just graduated and even though he already had a job, he wasnt established enough that he could make out realistic plans of what he had.  But I took it as an excuse for not wanting to make more defined commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so preoccupied with my own thoughts that I didnt really evaluate my own readiness if I even knew what marriage means.  Everyone else were getting married while they were still students, so why not KK and I? I was not happy enough that we were going to get married.  I wanted to know WHEN exactly that would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the ongoing conflict that went on from 2001 till we finally broke up in 2003.  That was the overall climate of our relationship during the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK returned for good to Malaysia July 5th, 2002.   I was trying to finish up with my graduate studies so that I could also make further plans.  KK was hoping that I would return and join him in Malaysia as soon as I finished my degree.  Then we could make plans.  But I had other thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter Break 2002.  I went to Malaysia to visit KK.   I had an ultimatum for him.  I wanted him to decide on when to tie the knot and I offerred to go back to Malaysia 6 months before the date, otherwise, I shalt remain in America and pursue my own career and life until he was ready.  It was my reasonable request and offer.   I didnt want to break up with him but I didnt want to keep waiting.  I would not let myself to return to Malaysia with uncertainty and regrets.  And for him, it was absurdity to put a wedding date before he knew how I'd adjust to the Malaysian life. And for my own goodness sake, I shouldnt burden myself with marriage while learning to live as a Malaysian once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;couldnt accept his reasons and he couldnt accept mine.   Go figure.  And Year 2002 ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months later,  he called and apologized saying that he still couldnt give in to my request and since the conflict was serious, we'd better seek God what we both should do next, laying aside our plans to get married and even asked if we were supposed to even get married.   Even though I was disappointed, but I thought that was fair enough.  I should seriously be asking God what I should do after finishing school, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then missions came to mind.&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; It was then, or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was leaning very strongly towards DTS offerred by YWAM.  After discussing with Neek, an ex dtser, he encouraged me to seek God for that specific base.  He told me too  that  I was supposed to simplify my life, i.e.  take a break from any special relationship and commitment as that was required by his school.  I thought, couldnt that be a better timing.  So, my heart was set for YWAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during that quest for the right base,  God reminded me of the vision in the summer of 2001, the day after I received an info packet from YWAM Hong Kong which I almost discard after I saw their DTS fees.  The second time I took the packet out from the envelope again,  my eyes caught the four letter word FEET imprinted on an very unimpressive grey brochure (which they still used until today).  Not only that, Romans 10:15 was also printed on the front of the brochure.  I was almost sure God wanted me not only to do a DTS but also FEET and not only that, he wanted me to do DTS in Hong Kong specifically even though it was so freaking expensive.  I couldnt believe how fast God answered my question.  It was as though He had everything lined up for me, just waiting me to pop that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked back, it was really good for me that KK made that call.  My three years in YWAM HK was the best years Ive ever lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to 2003....&lt;br /&gt;I made my discovery known to KK.  He was indifferent about it.  Later he made another call that was to call off the relationship altogether.  I was so sad.  I wanted a good reason and he couldnt give me any and I hadnt done anything wrong.  We've both agreed to seek God and God didnt say I should return to Malaysia.   I was left without a proper understanding of his decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he said these words " I dont think you are not the one I m supposed to be fighting for", my fury was ignited.  He had crossed the line.  It didnt matter if I understood his reasons anymore.  That was our last conversation that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my time to process through the entire relationship from the beginning.  Since Ive gotten involved with KK in 1999 till 2003, how much of those times had I been truly happy?  My unhappy days far outnumbered my happy days.  &lt;font&gt;Why should a smart girl like me put up with that kind of torture? &lt;font&gt;When seriously think about it, I was unhappy whether he was in or out of my life.  So, since I was already unhappy, why should I insist on it or even try to understand the madness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good time of cleansing and repentance.  I finally decided to rebuild the foundation of my relationship with God.  I gathered all the memories, gifts, pictures of KK and stashed them away in a shoebox.  I almost performed a funeral service for it but my best friend Tayo laughed at my suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked forward to what I had already known for me then. A new adventure in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to lose anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in fact, since then, Ive not lost. My lose-lose predicaments had turn into win-win stakes.   God did a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-116049733943216667?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/116049733943216667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=116049733943216667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/116049733943216667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/116049733943216667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/10/part-6-unresolved-conflict.html' title='Part 6  -  The Unresolved Conflict'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115988939190530741</id><published>2006-10-03T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:20:30.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 5 - Insecurity</title><content type='html'>Winter of 1999 was cold.  It was very much the opposite of 1998's.  There wasnt the slightest warmth to be found.  My heart was as cold as the winter snow.  Even though we had decided to take a break until OneDay 2000, I really missed KK.  I really wished I had treated him better, and was more considerate of how he felt.  But due to pride, I couldnt tell him my regrets.  I went through with what we'd agreed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK went home for Christmas and there he faced his ex crush who then was eager enough to start a relationship with him.  She started to talk to me one day.  We had a friendly heart to heart about KK.  I was torn.  She was a nice girl, and I even liked her.  But I just couldnt bear the thought of KK with her.  Life took a very wrong twist for three of us. If only whatever that happened in winter 1998 didnt happen, KK would not hesitate to start a relationship with her right then.  I became the stumbling block, the hindrance.    And I myself could have married CC. The timing was wrong  for all four of us.  The dramas of the love geometry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That winter I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; jealousy.  It was a new experience.  Even though KK didnt pursue a relationship with her and she even gave up on the possibility,  the hurt was still unbearable.  Over the following two months, I lost a third of myself.  I just didnt feel hungry anymore for a long time.   All I felt was pain, and it took over everything else I was capable of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know where I got the idea that being sad and "loving" someone that much was shameful.  In a strange way, I felt ashamed to feel so hurt that I was desperately trying to hide my sadness.  So I moved on and ignored the pain by participating in lots of activities on campus to widen my social circle.  In that few months I developed an uncontested talent in hiding my true feelings from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with KK during that time was really awkward.  We saw each other lots but just couldnt talk much.  The mutual attraction was obvious and we were trying hard to control ourselves until one Saturday in April (2000) I accepted his invitation to go on a fishing trip.  So, by that semi frozen lake, he asked if we could resume our relationship.  We drove home rejoicing.  We promised ourselves to not repeat the past mistakes and not to take that opportunity for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, I was happy that KK was mine again.  Unfortunately, I didnt know how to deal with my hurt properly.  I either ignored them or denied them.  Jealousy and insecurity has taken root and the doubt concerning his true feelings and motives continued to linger.  I was chosen because of proximity.  I wondered if both of us (me and his ex crush) were present, would he still choose me over her?  He got really upset whenever I brought this issue up.  Insecurity remained.  I therefore could not trust him with my heart.  I reserved a lot of myself to myself.  Hurt continued to build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is the reason I continued my friendship secretly through email with CC who had then stopped coming to see me every weekend.  I even felt like I could be more transparent with CC but with KK, I was just really afraid to talk to him about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK and I had a serious problem with our relationship that nobody else seemed to notice.   Besides our problem, we worked really well in ministry.  That summer we and other comrades like Tayo, Christopher, Edmond, and others started an off campus summer evangelistic movement (known passionately as Lincoln Revival Team), outreaching the international students in our neighborhood.  We studied the bible, worshipped, interceeded, led people to Jesus, took long distance trips, played sports, and made lots of food for the community.  We even bought a Camry together and drove lots of people to church.  Basically we were too busy to take care of our problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fall came,  summer activities ceased and we were facing the reality of our relationship again.  Through my insecurity and desire to avenge my own hurt, I had provoked KK to jealousy by befriending guys whom he felt threatened by.  I guess the truth was, the insecurity wasnt just one sided.   Through all these struggles, he decided to call the relationship off once again with the reason he wasnt good enough for me.   In the middle of that, he found out about my secret correspondence with CC and went ballistic especially when he discovered I borrowed money from CC to help him with the downpayment of our car.  The insult was too heavy for a man to handle but I couldnt accept his anger at me because to me, I was just asking a friend who wanted to return a favor.  When CC first came back to NE, he had no money and I helped him to start off before he received his paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK and I refused to understand and see the situation from another's perspectives.  In anger, he swore off any possibility of us getting back again.  I remember that afternoon he came to pick me from college to send me back to my apartment.  We talked inside our car from 230 pm till 5 the next morning.  I guess when the finality was there that the relationship was out of the picture, the threat of letting him know how I truly felt wasnt there anymore.  Maybe that was true for him too.  So, that accounted for our more than 12 hours long of heart-to-heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally had some insights of what was going on in each other's deeper self.  But everything was over.   KK had sworn me off forever and I respected his boundary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, CC heard about my 'final' breakup with KK.  He decided to take his chance.  He came and offerred to marry me after I finished with my advanced degree.  Not only that, he offerred to let me raise our children to be christians.  I rejected him.  He didnt give up.  The next day, he called and offered to believe in Jesus.   I understood something.  He was determined to do anything to have me back in his life. I had no choice but to be 'cruel'.   I told him, we could no longer be communicating.  I could not let him get his hopes up in an impossibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter of 2000 arrived rather quietly.  There, my heart was once again, as cold as the snow.  If that were the last time I had to deal with that kind of finality, it might not be so bad. But very unfortunately, that wasnt the case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115988939190530741?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115988939190530741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115988939190530741&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115988939190530741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115988939190530741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/10/part-5-insecurity.html' title='Part 5 - Insecurity'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115910853017379459</id><published>2006-09-24T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:47:02.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4 - The Guilt</title><content type='html'>On April 2nd, CC returned.   Those who were 'watching' this drama, began to speculate.  It looked like KK didnt have such upperhand anymore.  What would Angeline do then? It would be interesting to see my responses and decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a month away from my own graduation. CC said, we should just get a marriage license.  Being his spouse, I would be able to get lots of benefits from his employment, especially with insurance policies.  He got a job and was very confident to promise me a good life.  I, on the other hand, contemplated.  I did not agree nor disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK had lost his hopes since the news of CC returning was broken to him.  But to me, the return of CC didnt change anything.  I had already rejected KK, I wasnt excited to "marry" CC.  I wanted to get out of the relationship, but it was getting more complicated.  It would definitely looked like I did it because I wanted to be with KK.  There was no way to explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept things cool between CC, and KK, until graduation came.  CC came to Lincoln to attend my graduation and met with my parents.  Being a hardcore agnostic, he would not open himself to Christianity.  He and my parents had a bitter argument about love and religion.  I felt sorry for him but at the same time proud that he stood on his ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privately, my mother warned me that I should not agree to marry him unless he was willing to be a Christian.  In my own mind, I thought, what does she know?  She warned me about KK as well.  Even though KK is a Christian, but I should not start a relationship with him either. Again I thought, what does she know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave CC a long phone call.  Basically I told him what my mom said.  He cried.  I didnt know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I gave him another call.  I told him, things would not work out between us. He asked me, why.  I said, I like KK even though Ive decided not to have a relationship with him.  He replied, he doesnt care, there's still no need to break up.  Ive graduated and I can leave Lincoln and everything else behind to be with him.  Then I said, I am going to Arkansas with KK first, attending his sister's graduation.  He said, that's fine with him too.  He will wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I finally realized something. There was no way CC would release me.  He wouldnt do so 6 months ago, what made me think he would then.  He was at a much better place, and could give much better offer.  He was there with a promising career, an upperhand.  There was no reason I should chose KK over him at that point.  And I besides all that, could not find a single flaw with his character that deserves a dump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I decided to give in to KK's pursuit, to everyone's shock again.   They were so sure I would choose CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK and I went to Arkansas together as an involved couple.  It was a relief to me, being able to freely express all the affections I had been holding for him for so long.  But, at the same time, I was overwhelmed with guilt over my betrayal of CC.  Countless times I was in KK's embrace crying profusely over my breakup with CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke the news to CC, who then wouldnt even get angry at me.  My guilt grew heavier and heavier.  Because of that guilt, I allowed CC to remain a friend.  I allowed him to visit me every weekend (even though he never did the whole time he was back in Ne before we broke up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that guilt, my emotions and mind went beserk.  I compared KK with CC all the time.  Because of guilt, I could only see the good side of CC and I compared them with KK's weaknesses.  Many times, KK and I blew up at each other.  These were all new to me.  CC and I hardly had any conflicts, not to say a blowup.  There were dramatic demonstrations of anger that I'd only seen in the soap operas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did lots of hurtful things to KK, like insiting on meeting up with CC and even staying a night at CC's apartment when I was on my way to Chicago for a conference and flying through Omaha.  I even brought CC to TGAN's fall camp one time.  I told KK, CC and I were just friends, just like I was friends with him while I was still in a relationship with CC, and that he should not stop me from being his friends.  Afterall, I had selfishly broken off the relationship with him and I felt the need to compensate him with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK and I went in and out of relationships several times over that summer and fall.  By winter, we decided that we had had it.  We needed to take a longer time off from each other, processing through the events of that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 winter break, KK went home for holidays.  It was just a year from winter 1998.  So many things had changed and were changing.  Whatever happened during that winter break, likewise, changed me, and the dynamics of our relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115910853017379459?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115910853017379459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115910853017379459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115910853017379459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115910853017379459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/09/part-4-guilt.html' title='Part 4 - The Guilt'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115858559089967078</id><published>2006-09-18T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:24:28.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3 - The Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Soon enough, Zoe started to notice that KK was treating me differently, like whenever we were together, he would not take his eyes off me but follow me everywhere I go.  There was only one explanation.  But, I denied the possibility... mainly because I didnt want to face the consequences.  I was definitely selfish.    I enjoyed his company, his attention but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt care much of what other people would think.  By then, I was sure most people knew I was two-timing, especially my housemates as I would chat online with KK everynight.  Wherever I was, he was there, as my roomate Wendy would say, "He is 'stuck' to me like a leech".  Whatever relationship that was, there was already a problem of codependence.  However, I was good at keeping a strict physical boundary between us.  And I did not talk to him about my feelings or  had given him any opportunity for that kind of discussion.   So, there was no way anyone or I could say, we were being more than just friends.  Officially I still belonged to Chern Chuan and even though I was crazy about KK, I couldnt permit myself to betray him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt keep my relationship with KK a secret from CC either.  On the phone, I told him that I had grown especially close with KK while he was away.  All he said to me was he trusted me.  He saw nothing wrong with me having a really close guy friend even though I already had a boyfriend.  He could accept that.  At that I told him he could trust me that I would remain faithful to him....whatever that meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I told myself, "CC is a good guy and he is good to me.  Love is a choice not just this crazy feeling.  I was once infatuated with CC, the feeling has faded, and we've already agreed on this a long time ago, even when our feelings fade, we will continue to hold on to our decisions to stay together".  There was no way I could find a reason to break that commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March came, and there was spring break.  KK invited me to go with the college students at his church (we were attending different church then) to Pensacola, FL to visit that famous Brownsville Revival Church.  I accepted his offer.  I think I lost all my sanity there.  For the first time, I allowed myself to be held by him for comfort (it was a 3-day roadtrip!!!!).  Not only that, I let that affection be seen in public!!! I was insane, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the TGAN people were in serious shock because all those while they thought KK was interested in Zoe. Well, it was hard to tell when we all hung out together. And of course some were outraged at the new found scandal.  It would have been ok with them if I had a proper breakup with CC. And that had failed to happen!! The pressure came on him as he was one of the core leaders of TGAN to sort things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK's college pastor then also approached and questioned him about his relationship with me.  After learning all the background dramas, he grinned and encouraged KK to take his chance.  First, CC wasnt a Christian; second, he was gone; and third, my ring finger was clean.  Think about the benefits, he said, Angeline gets to remove herself from a wrong relationship, and you get yourself a hot chicken...life is all about competition and apparently you have an upperhand.   It's time to make a move. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that brought us to the very memorable meeting at Wendy's, March 22nd 1999. (I only remember it because that was the day my grandmother died).  There KK officially confessed his feeling and desire to be my boyfriend.  And I confessed my liking of him but had to decline his offer because I need to remain loyal to CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was selfish. I didnt realize his awkwardness and disappointment after that.  I was pretty much assuming things between us would stay the same.  And to me, it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, CC informed me he's gotten a job at Blue Cross and Blue Shield Omaha through an email interview.  (More craziness).  He said, he didnt want to tell me earlier about the possibility of coming back, afraid that I would get my hopes up and then disappointed if he failed to get the job.  I was really touched.  Where would anyone find a man like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So four months after he left, Chern Chuan returned to Nebraska, into the middle of my dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Shouldnt the dramas be kept on the stage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115858559089967078?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115858559089967078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115858559089967078&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115858559089967078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115858559089967078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/09/part-3-dilemma.html' title='Part 3 - The Dilemma'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115790594008395368</id><published>2006-09-10T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T00:35:05.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "love" story - part 2</title><content type='html'>Before I continue, I need to shift gear and share about my relationship Chern Chuan during Fall 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I was VERY busy.  I was heavily involved with NUMSA (Nebraska University Malaysian Student Association), which Chern Chuan was a dissociate, never attended any of its functions or gatherings.  And he wasnt anymore interested in TGAN since he wasnt a Christian. Naturally, it became strange for me that he was even my boyfriend because we hardly saw each other nor our lives had anything to do with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I said to him, "We should end the nominal relationship.  Obviously we are doing very well absent from each others lives.  Since you are graduating and leaving and we dont know what future holds, let's just part ways here.  This is the most rational and good ending for this relationship".  He responded as calmly as I did, "No, let's not do that.  There's no need for a breakup because there arent any disagreements, arguments or things like that.  Our relationship is great and we are both very understanding of each other. Breakup like this is just too strange for me.  I dont know what to think about it" . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not insist.  Whether I broke up with him or not, I didnt see how it affect my life then.  On the other hand, I wasnt planning on having another boyfriend.  I sort of hoped to marry Chern Chuan someday even though I didn't see how it would happen...not because I didnt trust that he would marry me, rather because marriage wasnt a desperate thing on my 21 year old mind.  So, I let myself continue in that relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chern Chuan graduated and left Lincoln on Christmas Eve, 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened in the next two weeks of that 3-week fateful winter break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during that winter break, I "reconciled" with the TGANites (KK, Tayo, Christopher and Zoe) , getting involved with their activities.  We spent lots of time together making meals, doing groceries, praying, having end-of-the-year parties, going to church etc.    Especially with KK, I began to have long conversations with him and found out our common grounds...eg, he grew up in a catholic all boys schools and me in all girls', and both of us grew up as church musicians...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998 ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering correctly, it was in the beginning of January 1999, at KK's room I whispered to Zoe, "I dont know why, I am strangely drawn to KK."  I knew Zoe will be shocked.  She was.  I was.  Nobody saw that coming.  Chern Chuan just left for 2 weeks.  It was insanity.  So she asked, "So, what are you going to do?".  "Nothing.  Besides this is just my feelings.  I am sure he will never be interested in me.  There's no reason he should be.  First, he is a holy leader of TGAN and I am still living with a bunch of pagans and I still have a pagan boyfriend.  He can pick a better girl easily anyday." I rationalized.   Zoe agreed and we both laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter break was over.  I was having withdrawal big time.  Suddenly, I didnt get to eat, play and pray with the TGANites everyday anymore.  Most unbearably, I missed seeing KK.   I wondered if he liked me..even a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, what good is that going to do if he does?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I like him enough to leave Chern Chuan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do I even like him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I crazy already? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All those mind torturing questions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115790594008395368?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115790594008395368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115790594008395368&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115790594008395368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115790594008395368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-story-part-2.html' title='A &quot;love&quot; story - part 2'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115746994412429772</id><published>2006-09-05T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:20:51.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "love" story from Angeline's memory</title><content type='html'>There was just nothing special about 1998.  I was a plain 21-year-old senior at the &lt;a href="http://www.unl.edu"&gt;UNL&lt;/a&gt;, busy with everything else but God.  There was absolutely nothing significant, nothing interesting about it as I lived through the whole year unsuspectingly.   Only until much later, enlightenment came. Every seemingly trivial and random thing, gradually evolved, formed a greater definition and as of now leading towards 11.11.06 until death separates &lt;a href="http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/12/kk-and-ng.html"&gt;us&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Kheng came to Nebraska for the Spring 98 semester.  He introduced himself to the Sunday School which we attended at &lt;a href="http://cplace.org"&gt;Christ's Place Church&lt;/a&gt;.  "What a strange name, strange face, and strange hair", I thought, "a new Malaysian student...rare enough that he's a christian, I'm sure he will be asked to get involved with TGAN ( a Christian chapter started by international students, primarily Malaysians) soon".  I was a TGAN musician then, for no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second encounter with Kah Kheng was at Selleck Kitchen.  I was working part time washing dishes with my then boyfriend &lt;a href="http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/06/chern-chuan.html"&gt;Chern Chuan&lt;/a&gt; who was the dishroom supervisor that night.  So there was this new student worker (KK) coming to work every Wednesday night now.  The only reason I took notice of him was that he was a record slow.  Our usual clockout time was around 745p and had never worked past 8 unless there was a special dinner.  And the rule was no one leaves until everyone's done.  It was 815p and even though Chern Chuan was helping KK scratching the pots, we were all still in the kitchen.  I remember being so angry and wanted to leave.  But Chern Chuan being the kind but fair dishroom leader wouldnt allow me.  We waited and waited and finally we clocked out at 825p!!! Outside the kitchen, I spat fire and brimstones at Chern Chuan who gently defended KK and at the same time trying to calm me down.  A couple weeks later, KK quitted his shift.  It's not easy being Selleck's dishroom crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no memory of bringing KK from Selleck to Kimball Music Hall for TGAN meeting as he &lt;a href="http://kahkheng.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-story.html"&gt;remembered&lt;/a&gt;.  From my memory, he was already there with Shannon waiting for me to arrive.  So there, we officially met (when I told him my name for the first time), shook hands, at Kimball Music Hall, for worship practice.  Shannon had invited him to be our guest musician that night.  I remember seeing him tuning his guitar with a tuner.  It was the first time in my life to see a guitar tuner.  "Oh my gosh", I thought, "this guy is a guitar geek"!  Real respect and admiration for him suddenly came.   I was more open to the possibility of friendship.  Even so, we still hardly talk.  I remember the same night, we walked back to Selleck together without a single word being exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer came.  There was an internal chaos in the leadership of Malaysian student association. Many events were coming up but there was no official committee assigned to plan for the logisitics.  The newly chosen leader sent out a word,  requesting the Malaysian community to volunteer themselves to serve temporarily during the summer until the next official election.  I signed up for it.  So did KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next close encounter with KK was during that first temporary committee meeting.  While we were waiting for all the volunteers to come, I overheard some of the conversations between him and his friends.  I learnt what he was like from how they talked.  "Oh my goodness....how immature and arrogant these boys are!", I thought to myself and I even remember thinking this specifically "Thank goodness, my own boyfriend isn't like them at all"! From that time onwards, I made a mental decision, leaning towards not liking KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost the end of that summer, something came up again.  I was away for a few days attending a Food Technologist conference in Atlanta.  He was doing a summer school in Arizona.  Both of us happened to be absent for the same volunteers meeting.  Because of that the group made a decision without us that both of us would be organizing a welcoming party for the new students.  I was less than happy about it mainly because I didnt know KK at all and I was forced to work together with him.  Being his senior, I had an upper hand in controlling the scene.  I delegated the work in such way that we need minimal contact.  The party went decent and we again parted ways minding our own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fall,  I withdrew myself from TGAN's involvement and became Special Project Executive for the Malaysian Student Association.  Within expectation, KK took over my position in TGAN as the music director.  Life had become busier.  I quitted my job at Selleck and worked 40 hours at a lab in my department.  This was during the Asian Economic Crisis where students from affected countries were allowed to work full time and study part time.  Very often, KK would persuade me to go back to TGAN by inviting me to play for worship.  So, I became even busier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also during that time we developed a online friendship.  I was on the computer a lot....doing homework, typing papers, downloading music, being a geek...etc.  We would send instant messages back and forth as we did our homework.  So, in that geekiness, we somewhat connected.  He was rather likable, surprisingly.  Even so, he was still more an acquaintance than a friend then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode to Des Moines together for IVCF's Fall conference, with Zoe and Brian.  That was the most memorable conference.  Even putting God far behind my mind, I felt his call twice in that weekend, TO GO TO THE LOST.  I recall standing beside KK one morning at a service.  I stole a look at his face and I saw his tears when someone on the stage challenged us to go on missions.  "What a guy" I thought, "I bet he really loves God".  Anyway, even until today, we've not talked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what he wrote, in my memory and in my heart, KK finally became my friend that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115746994412429772?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115746994412429772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115746994412429772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115746994412429772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115746994412429772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-story-from-angelines-memory.html' title='A &quot;love&quot; story from Angeline&apos;s memory'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115694578885687691</id><published>2006-08-30T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:49:48.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back...</title><content type='html'>with polka dots and white background, mucho relief to my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;to my dashboard which i ignored for 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;on my pills which i always almost forgot to take. &lt;br /&gt;listening to Jay Chow and Michael Wong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115694578885687691?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115694578885687691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115694578885687691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115694578885687691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115694578885687691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-back.html' title='I am back...'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115603919399710220</id><published>2006-08-20T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T11:00:51.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Saturday I...</title><content type='html'>bought gifts for my bridesmaids,&lt;br /&gt;bought gifts for my groom,&lt;br /&gt;bought hair claws for myself,&lt;br /&gt;developed more photos,&lt;br /&gt;ate Indian food with Caryl, &lt;br /&gt;chatted with Judy for almost 2 hours,&lt;br /&gt;felt tired but accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115603919399710220?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115603919399710220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115603919399710220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115603919399710220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115603919399710220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-saturday-i.html' title='This Saturday I...'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115581554403161111</id><published>2006-08-17T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:10:47.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how we scare faby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineedit2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/angelineedit2.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115581554403161111?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115581554403161111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115581554403161111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115581554403161111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115581554403161111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-how-we-scare-faby.html' title='this is how we scare faby'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115573286816275728</id><published>2006-08-16T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:54:28.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If we werent missionaries...</title><content type='html'>We would be...(from my interviews with the following...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryfina - a Bollywood star&lt;br /&gt;Godwin - a Kholiwood star&lt;br /&gt;Catherine - a Housewife with a few kids&lt;br /&gt;Sophia - an Inmate&lt;br /&gt;Anna - a Stripper&lt;br /&gt;Faby - a Mafia Mama, probably selling drugs&lt;br /&gt;Me - either a Secret Agent or an Assasin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115573286816275728?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115573286816275728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115573286816275728&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115573286816275728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115573286816275728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-we-werent-missionaries.html' title='If we werent missionaries...'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115522038519240119</id><published>2006-08-10T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:50:07.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My past life 2</title><content type='html'>I cant really give a confident yes that I like my major. Ive always stumbled when people asked me why I chose to study Food Science and Technology...and then a Masters Degree? Then the regular question, is that about nutrition and diet, what food is good and bad for you, etc? I rolled my eyes. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the aspects of food science (at least at &lt;a href="http://foodsci.unl.edu"&gt;UNL&lt;/a&gt;)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molecular pathogenesis, chemical &amp; physical stress responses&lt;br /&gt;Mycology, Mycotoxins, Microbial food safety&lt;br /&gt;Lipid and Natural Antioxidant Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Food allergies and Immunochemical methods&lt;br /&gt;Food Biotechnology, Microbiology, Processing, Engineering, Physical Properties&lt;br /&gt;Studies of food commodities: Dairy, Egg Products, Cereals, Fruits &amp;amp; Veg, Fermented foods, Fresh and Processed Meats.&lt;br /&gt;Food Law (FDA, USDA)&lt;br /&gt;Enzymology, Protein chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Analytical Methods Development, Nutraceuticals&lt;br /&gt;Sensors for Food Quality &amp;amp; Safety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the research especially the areas of food microbiology, mycology and allergy are so heavily medical oriented that it wont even cross your mind that this is what food scientists do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is very cultural. As a Asian, I actually struggled a lot liking some of the courses. I took Dairy Products one semester and almost flunked. Almost dropped Animal Science too. I was told that the class was easy...so I took it. I realised I had to make some background adjustments. The people that said AnSci was easy were those cowboys growing up in Ne farms. Ive never seen a cow in my life! Imagine my horror of looking at different meat cuts and then name the muscles on those cuts for my exam!! Despite all these difficulties, I managed to gain some appreciation for fine cheeses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at those, seemingly Food Science was not the best course choice for me, but God redeemed it in many other ways. God's presence was with me the whole time. I met so many outstanding individuals in this department and received favors from them. Professors that did research in similar areas collaborated with each other, shared their findings, lab equipments and encouraged interactions among their students. No immaturity. We treated each other like family. There was no slander, no gossips about anyone, any professors. That was very uncommon in science departments where professors were often in competition and suspicious of each other, afraid and jealous that the others would get more grants for their projects that they disallowed their students to talk to any of their rivals' students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also very international. About 99% of post graduate students were international students. Even then we get along well with our very culturally sensitive American hosts. Because of that, the department threw potlucks every now and then and invited students from each nation to prepare their food to share with everyone. The fun thing was we all prepared the food in our own food grade lab in the department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was an amazing community with more godly things going on than some churches that I know. I really miss it like home. And actually it WAS home. As a graduate student, I was given a key that unlocks every entrance to the building that I could access the building any hour I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said a lot of times...God is good to me. NE was a gift. Food science department was a divine gift! What did I learn from this experience?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the impersonal things may not seem fitting, but great personal beings makes the experience worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like your department in college?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115522038519240119?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115522038519240119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115522038519240119&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115522038519240119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115522038519240119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-past-life-2.html' title='My past life 2'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115512265107621701</id><published>2006-08-09T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T19:24:11.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding pictures</title><content type='html'>dear anonymous,&lt;br /&gt;the photos were taken at Armadale Bespoke studio house at Damansara Heights, Malaysia.  you likey huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115512265107621701?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115512265107621701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115512265107621701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115512265107621701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115512265107621701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/08/wedding-pictures.html' title='wedding pictures'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115452284334302954</id><published>2006-08-02T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:59:06.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responses to what Caryl knows about angeline  by angeline</title><content type='html'>she bought really really sexy underwear for her future husband. Yes, I am surprised as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He worked so hard to plan for the wedding.  That's the least Angeline can do to show appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's a cooking diva and makes wonderful food for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The way to most people's heart is through the stomach...Angeline knows it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she's very huggable, and loveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Undeniable fact.  She thinks she is a cat...sometimes a toy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she gets frustrated when she has to come in on her day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actually she doesnt mind coming in as long as nothing crazy happens...but that hasnt been the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She thinks she's a cat but I know differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She sometimes wonder why it is so hard to convince Caryl....while everyone else just complied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she loves Kah kheng very very very much and can't wait to be his wife. So much so that she is leaving me behind. boo hoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actually she hates the fact she is leaving Caryl.  boo hoo hooo. She loves Caryl very very very much too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she loves to buy stuffed animals for people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only for Caryl as a joke...she didnt buy them, she just happened to get them for free..lucky her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she fits in well with the people of china and loves them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's a compliment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she loves to investigate the bible and make sure all teachers are accurate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She loves to play smartcat and she just couldnt help it.  This is by far the strongest influence of KK in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she likes the trinity, angeline, keith and caryl and she thinks they are divine (her words not mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They were so good together! She wished they were trinity forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she is very organized when she wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's another compliment.  She figured she wouldnt be so loveable being a compulsive organizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for some reason she likes sleeping on the top bunk. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some of the invalid reasons being, she loves to leap down and climb up to her territory like a cat, and she knew no one else would prefer the top bunk over the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she's good at backrubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Caryl is good at receiving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she loves chinese food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To eat them and to make them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she plays the piano marvelously!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She wished she could play faster and better but I guess she is pleased with what she's got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she has a very heavy foot. You always it's her going up or down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She wants people to think she is actually very dangerous if anyone wanted to mess with her.  STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she once ate a huge fish by herself. I would have been sick eating just half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her cat nature....besides the fish was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she is a maniac driver on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biking..she misses biking.  She had an SR with her bike (suddenly nolstalgic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she forgets to take her medicine like a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nevertheless, she IS a good girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115452284334302954?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115452284334302954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115452284334302954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115452284334302954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115452284334302954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/08/responses-to-what-caryl-knows-about.html' title='Responses to what Caryl knows about angeline  by angeline'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115450530004562230</id><published>2006-08-02T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T15:55:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things I know about angeline by Caryl</title><content type='html'>she bought really really sexy underwear for her future husband.  Yes, I am surprised as well. &lt;br /&gt;She's a cooking  diva  and makes wonderful food for all.&lt;br /&gt;she's very huggable,  and loveable.&lt;br /&gt;she gets frustrated when she has to come in on her day off.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she's a cat but I know differently.&lt;br /&gt;she loves Kah kheng very very very much and can't wait to be his wife. So much so that she is leaving me behind.  boo hoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;she loves to buy stuffed animals for people&lt;br /&gt;she fits in well with the people of china and loves them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;she loves to investigate the bible and make sure all teachers are accurate&lt;br /&gt;she likes the trinity, angeline, keith and caryl and she thinks they are divine (her words not mine)&lt;br /&gt;she is very organized when she wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason she likes sleeping on the top bunk.  Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;she's good at backrubs&lt;br /&gt;she loves chinese food&lt;br /&gt;she plays the piano marvelously!!!!&lt;br /&gt;she has a very heavy foot.  You always it's her going up or down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;she once ate a huge fish by herself.  I would have been sick eating just half of it.&lt;br /&gt;she is a maniac driver on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;she forgets to take her medicine like a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of praising angeline.  She just said "is THAT ALL"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know more add your own.  Just write a note to her blog.  She'll love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115450530004562230?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115450530004562230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115450530004562230&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115450530004562230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115450530004562230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-i-know-about-angeline-by-caryl.html' title='things I know about angeline by Caryl'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115425121154334972</id><published>2006-07-30T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T17:29:58.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on day off 3</title><content type='html'>Phone rang about 730am.  Meliza came in and said, Jonathan was on the phone for me.  Another episode in the series of Kitchen Horrors was about to begin.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan: Are you coming to prepare the breakfast with us?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.  I left you and Jay the instructions to make chicken pot pie. Didnt you see it? Just follow them and you will be ok. It is very easy.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan: I am not really confident and I dont see the chicken pie recipe.  I dont know where things are.&lt;br /&gt;Me(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt;): This is my day off....&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan:  Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back up to my bunk.  I wanted to sleep more....my bottom bunkmate moaned whole last night and this morning...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whine whine whine whine whine and whine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I jumped back down and went to the kitchen.  They were both looking at the Nasi Lemak recipe, probably almost in tears.  I told them...no, we are not making that.  The instruction you were supposed to look at is on the counter as I pointed and to my amazement, it wasnt there.  Good thing I came down.  So, the next few minutes I was looking frantically for the instructions.  Then I gave up.  I went to the computer and reprinted the recipe.  I could not understand how the paper just disappeared.  The strangest thing happened. I didnt know how I was suddenly inspired to look under the microwave.  There I pulled out the instruction that I left on the counter the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE MY FURY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This joke was NOT FUNNY.  I dont want to find out who did it because forgiveness is very challenging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ended up staying with them until the pie was out of the oven.  Instruction wouldnt have helped anyway.  They didnt know how to boil the chicken...how to tell if the chicken was cooked, where to look for frozen vegetables, where to look for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I spat all the fire and brimstones at Faby.  She finally said, they will continue to rely on me as long as I am in the kitchen. I need to just not be around, and they will HAVE TO figure things out by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the advice.  Afterall I want to be by myself today so that people are safe.  Cant even remember the last time I went to Yuen Long completely detached from business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went there and decided to be generous on myself after all my hardwork....I bought 3 amazingwears and 4 scandalouswears.  The base will get to see the amazingwears but only my husband gets to see the scandalouswears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my fury subsided.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115425121154334972?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115425121154334972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115425121154334972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115425121154334972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115425121154334972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/07/working-on-day-off-3.html' title='Working on day off 3'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115416245884267737</id><published>2006-07-29T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T16:55:38.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My SR (only used this term in ywam)</title><content type='html'>5 months post engagement, and 4 months towards the big day. This long distance SR (since Nov 2005) is getting so REAL.  What they said about the hardship of intimate relationship is true to me experientially (&lt;--no such word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were disagreements;&lt;br /&gt;There were issues of the past;&lt;br /&gt;There were failure of seeing from the other's perspective;&lt;br /&gt;There were unintentional offenses due to PMS;&lt;br /&gt;There were misunderstanding due to ineffective communications;&lt;br /&gt;There were long arguments;&lt;br /&gt;There were tears;&lt;br /&gt;There were sleepless nights; and&lt;br /&gt;There were even the occasional fear of "what if I could get along with anyone on the face of the earth except my only husband".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there was never malicious words;&lt;br /&gt;Never unforgiveness;&lt;br /&gt;Never disrespect; and&lt;br /&gt;Never a doubt about this coming marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was always love;&lt;br /&gt;Always joy;&lt;br /&gt;Always peace;and&lt;br /&gt;Always trust;&lt;br /&gt;But especially love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115416245884267737?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115416245884267737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115416245884267737&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115416245884267737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115416245884267737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-sr-only-used-this-term-in-ywam.html' title='My SR (only used this term in ywam)'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115392346293542122</id><published>2006-07-26T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:20:00.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on day off 2</title><content type='html'>This is far worse than the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I could not possibly have a real day off especially when that was a less than 24 hour notice.  Today was a food run day, not just any food run but Culture Night food run.  I wasnt ready for this yesterday.  Could have done everything last night but I was dead by dinner time.  So, I thought..better come in after a night's rest to pick up the ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anger tonight has everything to do with Wellcome Delivers.  They dont.  I was expecting this delivery yesterday afternoon!  I missed it because I was in class.  So, I had to come in  today for that too.  I waited the whole morning till 2pm and I couldnt wait any longer.  I called them up.  They rescheduled the delivery till 6-8pm tonight.  That was fine.  Got a check from Joe and was ready for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished organizing the food run and sent the crew off by 4.  Things were normal in the kitchen too.  Just when I thought I could get out of here and come back before 6, it started raining.  By the time it stopped it was almost 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat in here and waited.  And waited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its past 10 o clock now.  I am so angry.  This has never happened before!  I could just ignored them and go to bed but the dilemma is, I ran out of milk, rice, cereals.... If I missed them again tonight, there will be a famine tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Jonah said, I am angry enough to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyaahhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115392346293542122?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115392346293542122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115392346293542122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115392346293542122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115392346293542122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/07/working-on-day-off-2.html' title='Working on day off 2'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115374157566143668</id><published>2006-07-24T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:46:15.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes</title><content type='html'>Ok. I was born in year 1977.  According to the Chinese zodiac, that was the year of the lucky snake. As you know, Chinese new year never falls on the first of January.  They are usually between around end of January to mid February every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mom delivered me two weeks before schedule so I was born right before the Spring Festival of 1977 and closely but slickly avoided the year of the snake.  So according to my own superstitious intepretation, throughout my whole life, I am supposed to slickly avoid snakes.  I hate them!!! They are ugly, creepy and scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I was going on a walk, I saw three dead snakes within 1 mile!!! If I were 11 years old, I would be crying in fright. Since I am not, I am just disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snakes...Ugggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115374157566143668?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115374157566143668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115374157566143668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115374157566143668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115374157566143668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/07/snakes.html' title='Snakes'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115349715762955266</id><published>2006-07-21T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:52:37.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na qi ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/naqiya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/naqiya.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year while we were on outreach, Fifi and I discovered a long historical drama about Nurhaci, the hero that unified the warring Manchurian tribes and established an empire that eventually evolved into the Qing dynasty.  The drama was based on true history but kinda twisted with romance and stuff like that.  Among the fictional characters, my favorite one was the one called Naqiya (picture), playing one of the many Nurhaci's women...but was never married to him  because  he  executed her father (his excuse for not wanting to marry her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, recently I discovered the blog the actor that plays Naqiya and impressive to me, she is so down to earth just like any one of us, non public figures.  She writes lots about her family, her work, her friends,  and even posted candid shots of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the sake of it, I linked her blog to my site...to remember a favorite character from my most favorite historical based soap opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115349715762955266?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115349715762955266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115349715762955266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115349715762955266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115349715762955266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/07/na-qi-ya.html' title='Na qi ya'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115331118046291391</id><published>2006-07-19T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:29:43.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old pictures (click on them for larger view)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/huajing-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/huajing-11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging the age of the little baby his mom(second from right) was holding , Angeline was probably just 2 years old.  Notice that there are a few things that have not changed since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She still thinks she is cute.&lt;br /&gt;She still insists to sit on laps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She still plays with fluffy toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/huajing-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/huajing-08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now from the date stamp, Angeline was 13.   A few things have changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She has a lot longer hair now.&lt;br /&gt;She weighs a lot more than that now.&lt;br /&gt;She doesnt have the habit of wearing extremely large mens tshirts anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115331118046291391?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115331118046291391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115331118046291391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115331118046291391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115331118046291391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/07/old-pictures-click-on-them-for-larger.html' title='Old pictures (click on them for larger view)'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115314830142189700</id><published>2006-07-17T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:58:21.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My prominent weakness</title><content type='html'>I usually blog about my external life. I am a superficial person.  Maybe I can have a change today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my heart, which almost feels like death because there seems like a wall surrounding it.  There is hindrance in worship times, I cant concentrate.  And there is hindrance in quiet times, I cant concentrate either.  I am not exactly sure what this place is.  Usually when I am lost, I can feel  God's presence relatively quickly.  But I think now I am just wrapped in self-sufficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I am here to repent.  Give my heart a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock is ticking.  Do I have enough time to get to know myself deeply? Only you know this heart, where it has been and what it has gone through.  I dont want to recall the past struggles, the threatening voices, and of course all the hurt that went unspoken.  Why cant I just admit that I hurt? Why cant I just own up to my own feelings?  Now, I cant be this way.  The more I try to avoid, the more I am distanced from myself and so the more I am lost. It is disastrous to bring a superficial self into a permanent union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has given me his heart to which I have vowed to protect with my own life.  But how do I give my own heart to him? How will I respond if he ever hurt me? How do I hold myself from the temptation of hurting him back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115314830142189700?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115314830142189700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115314830142189700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115314830142189700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115314830142189700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-prominent-weakness.html' title='My prominent weakness'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115297265565978479</id><published>2006-07-15T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:17:27.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A random visitor</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Man Lok from last year's COR came to visit the base with her dad and brother. Because everyone else was engaged with business, I had to chat with them to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Lok's dad introduced himself as KK. It was alright. We continued to small chat. Apparently he owns some property in Shui Mei Tsuen, and he is not a Tang!!! He bought over the land from the Tangs in the 70s but never really did anything with it and now he is trying to draft some papers so that the property can be rented properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told them my wedding date, he was intrigued. He said, hey that's my wedding anniversary. I then replied, hey you know, I am marrying a KK, in fact a KKK. He said, those are my initials too..KKK. So, is he also a computer engineer????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See Angeline, connecting with strangers wasnt that bad....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115297265565978479?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115297265565978479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115297265565978479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115297265565978479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115297265565978479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-visitor.html' title='A random visitor'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115278508733019352</id><published>2006-07-13T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T18:08:32.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe's birthday today</title><content type='html'>I wanted to make him a boiled egg but I couldnt get up early enough. I had practice session early in the morning because he was leading worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made his favorite dinner, fish and chips. I needed to make tartar sauce but we dont have sweet pickled relish. Yesterday I sent Sebastian and Jayakumar, my foodrun crew to get them but they came back with chinese pickled cucumber!!! They said they couldnt find them and the ones they have are in radish which the kitchen already has like a dozen jars of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had to carefully wash the radish off the relish. That was the craziest thing I did today-all for Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless the good guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115278508733019352?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115278508733019352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115278508733019352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115278508733019352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115278508733019352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/07/joes-birthday-today.html' title='Joe&apos;s birthday today'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115261093245810465</id><published>2006-07-11T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T17:42:12.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yasmin</title><content type='html'>That is the name of my contraception pill. I have been taking this for 6 days now. No headache, no abnormal period, no cramps, no baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a chronic habit to take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 11th....Frank says, in four more months, my life will be over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank: So will you remember us after you are married? Most people just lost their friends after being married because they are too busy with their new life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Dont have to be true...Ive never lost Neek even though he has been married for 2.5 years now.  Actually I dont have that many very close friends that got married.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115261093245810465?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115261093245810465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115261093245810465&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115261093245810465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115261093245810465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/07/yasmin.html' title='Yasmin'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115245426783479054</id><published>2006-07-09T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:11:07.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>World Cup Final, Italy vs France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, we served pasta with garlic baguette tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont watch professional soccer. My personal soccer heroes are Chad, Kevin and maybe Keith.  Bethany, Natty and Sophia were quite entertaining too.  But Eugenia's kick one time (ended up hitting someone's groin and then his head) was spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope the mafia wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115245426783479054?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115245426783479054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115245426783479054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115245426783479054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115245426783479054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/07/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115236322426064734</id><published>2006-07-08T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:55:35.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on day off</title><content type='html'>Today, July 8th must be the most stressful day I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a gasp. Almost 7:00 am. Thank God for 6th sense. I had that feeling if I dont go down to the kitchen and check, something really sad is going to happen. So I dived from my bunk in my pajamas (&lt;em&gt;thank goodness I still have the habit of wearing a full set of undergarments&lt;/em&gt;), my sleeping breath, and soggy face, and dragged myself to the kitchen. Nobody was there. So I dialled the Light House really quickly. Took forever for someone to answer and finally Nicky did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is Rebecca and Anny coming to prepare the breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Nicky: Yea actually just gonna be Anny and it is only 7am and breakfast is at 8. I told her she can go at 745. She is in the shower right now, why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Errr...I kinda need them to come and make some pancakes. I think they need a little more time than that. We have to make it nice because the OTF (Olympic Task Force) people might show up.&lt;br /&gt;Nicky: Oh, I didnt know that. I thought it is just gonna be Feeters who arrived. We will come now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and check the pantry. Not enough fruits for lunch. Panic.&lt;br /&gt;I checked all the ingredients for weekend menus. Slightly short of sour cream. Panic. It started to pour. Well, twas still early. I resolved to go to town and pick up all the missing items before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was smoothly over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader of the Kona Dts came to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Zach: Would there be enough food for all of us (13 people)? We are thinking about having lunch here.&lt;br /&gt;Me (&lt;em&gt;panicked...did I miss out on this one too? Anna said to prepare for 40, does it include them? Come on Angeline, do the math....gosh, i m so dead, so confused&lt;/em&gt;): Uhhh....have you told Anna about this? I thought she said she only got confirmation for 6 but not the whole team.&lt;br /&gt;Zach: Yea, I was having trouble getting some of the people to confirm about their meal plans until today, but I guess if there's not enough then, that's okay. We will have lunch somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am not sure if we do..maybe just for half of your team. I am so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. That's Kona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked into my little office and started ordering online for the following week so that food will be delivered to me on Monday am. It dried up. So, I left to go into town, got everything I needed. Things were starting to go right. Even the sun began to shine too. So, time to take a nap and have an afternoon off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Ms X: Hello. Could I speak with Miss Yong?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey Karen, stop it!!&lt;br /&gt;Ms X: This is Wellcome Delivery service,.....&lt;br /&gt;Me (&lt;em&gt;angry&lt;/em&gt;): No no no no..no Wellcome today, I didnt order for delivery today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ms X: Uhh..Miss Yong, you ordered from our website this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Me (&lt;em&gt;oh no. not Karen giving me a prank call. gasp&lt;/em&gt;) : Yeaa....&lt;br /&gt;Ms X: We are sorry, we are not able to deliver on Monday morning because many of the items you ordered are not available.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, can you deliver the ones that are availabe on Monday and the rest on Tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;Ms X: Too many items..but let me check and I will confirm with you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the kitchen and check how the lunch went. Becca said there were some leftovers. Sebastian took four servings. Greedy..but the food was enough, that was the only thing I cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms X called again. Wellcome will deliver on Tuesday only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the pantry. Not enough milk, not enough cereals, not enough bread to last for Tuesday. Sigh...what kind of a kitchen manager m I? Looks like another food run is coming up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...since I have a little time, I better write up my long dued newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;Interruption. Becca called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca: I cant find coconut milk. I only found one can.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea, I am sorry, I forgot about the coconut milk but there are some coconut milk powder we can use. They are all in the curry spice boxes that I bought. Just open it and you will find two packet of things inside and one should be coconut milk powder...&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Uhhh.. I dont understand...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Never mind I will go down and get them for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm. I went to check the kitchen crew again. I dont even want to describe how stressful it looked. I felt really bad for choosing such difficult recipes for Rebecca. Faby and So Young came to visit. Another emergency meeting in the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think this is tough for Rebecca. All her helpers are new Feeters.&lt;br /&gt;Faby: Isnt Anny supposed to be here to help??&lt;br /&gt;Me: The schedule says Brandon and Rebecca for dinner prep. Anny told me she is doing cleanup.&lt;br /&gt;Faby: No!!! I already changed that schedule. Anna and I made it. Anny was supposed to come.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I guess the Feet Staff themselves must have changed things around again. And I dont have the new work schedule in that case.&lt;br /&gt;So Young: Look (&lt;em&gt;pointing to the Sunday's schedule&lt;/em&gt;). Rachel will be mad. This is not fair. She is on all prep and clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had to go to town for food run. While I was in Park N Shop, 6pm....&lt;br /&gt;Gasp. I forgot to tell Rebecca where to find the cheese for the saag paneer. I was sure she had no idea what ricotta was. So, I quickly dialled the kitchen. She answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did you find the cheese you are supposed to use?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: No. I couldnt find it.&lt;br /&gt;Me (&lt;em&gt;regretfully&lt;/em&gt;): I m so so so sorry I forgot to tell you. They were all in the bag in the same fridge with all the things you used today.&lt;br /&gt;Becca: Oh really? I didnt know that. I wanted to call and ask you but I was too busy. So we just decided to use the regular cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK. So everything is alright?&lt;br /&gt;Becca: It looks bad but tastes kinda good. The mango casserole is not done yet though. But I think it is alright. The OTF are very late anyway. We havent started eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to think Greek in order to use of the really expensive but left behind goat cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I were my boss, I would most likely fire myself after this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;What a day!. 830pm now. Gasp. Time to take the pill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115236322426064734?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115236322426064734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115236322426064734&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115236322426064734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115236322426064734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/07/working-on-day-off.html' title='Working on day off'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115174294885950429</id><published>2006-07-01T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:35:49.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>I am back ruling the food service again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To welcome myself back, I tried two things that I've always wanted to make but never before. &lt;em&gt;Nasi Lemak&lt;/em&gt; and fried rice vermicelli (the Filipinos called it &lt;em&gt;Pancit&lt;/em&gt;, and the Singaporeans called it &lt;em&gt;Mihun&lt;/em&gt;). Both entrees gained huge popularity, especially pancit. My roomate from the Phillipines went crazy over it. On the other hand, my nasi lemak has lots to improve. My other roomate from Korea loves it because it is spicy and she misses Malaysian food. Note to self: soak the anchovies longer and more coconut milk on the rice next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I think I accidentally discovered how to make Nigerian meat stew. I gave a recipe for dinner to my kitchen crew one night and the stew came out tasted just like the one Tayo made. Coolness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fettucine alfredo is my next new project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115174294885950429?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115174294885950429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115174294885950429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115174294885950429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115174294885950429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/07/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115157913980924655</id><published>2006-06-29T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:05:39.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Wedding Shots</title><content type='html'>...like i said before, i will be a really cute bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/Kk-A_353.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/Kk-A_477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/Kk-A_161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/Kk-A_436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115157913980924655?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115157913980924655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115157913980924655&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115157913980924655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115157913980924655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/06/pre-wedding-shots.html' title='Pre Wedding Shots'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115123864194580171</id><published>2006-06-25T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T06:16:38.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations</title><content type='html'>Itz the end of my very condensed week in Malaysia getting prepared for my big day.  Here are some of the pictures we took throughout the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food on the wedding banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/DSC01205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/DSC01205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouquet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/DSC01210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 176px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/DSC01210.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The makeup....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/DSC01229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/DSC01229.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/DSC01226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/DSC01226.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new bedroom&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/DSC01247.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/DSC01247.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/DSC01285.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/DSC01285.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dowry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/DSC01336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/DSC01336.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...the lucky groom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/DSC01272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/DSC01272.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115123864194580171?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115123864194580171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115123864194580171&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115123864194580171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115123864194580171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/06/preparations.html' title='Preparations'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115054778807139272</id><published>2006-06-17T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:36:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angeline in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>It was the first time I was asked to scan my luggages on the way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first disturbing sight I saw was a Chinese woman trying to bribe the customs guy with RMBs...she speaks very little Malay and he understood no Mandarin.  It seemed like he wasnt impressed...I couldnt tell if he were not happy with the amount she offered or just embarrassed because I was watching.  If I werent busy trying to get my luggage which was bigger than myself off the conveyer belt, I would have taken out my camera and start snapping pictures.  I was really mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK came and picked me up. On the way to dinner, he took me sightseeing at Putra Jaya, the new administrative capital.  I have to say that place is really impressive.  For once, I am quite proud of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have street food because I ran out of ideas of what I feel like eating.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tofu fa&lt;/span&gt; and l&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok lok&lt;/span&gt; came up....delicious.  It is nice to do fun things with a boyfriend.  It has been years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK treats me sooooooooooooooooooo well.  He made me feel greater than a queen. I am his beloved.  I am still quite bewildered at his obsession of me.  My pictures are all over his room!!! He puts a girl like me to shame.  haha...I really really really really really need to get used to this.  I believe I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we started off our day praying together.  I met up with his dad and siblings at breakfast. Then we drove to the studio house to pick my dresses and to talk to our photographer.  I am allowed two wedding gowns for the prewedding photo shoots and a traditional chinese wedding dress.  Then we went to meet up with his mom and went for hi-tea at a really fancy cafe.  After that his mom and sis helped me to find a pair of shoes for the photo shoot as I have no eyes or couldnt care less for those strappy stiletto fragile and sexy looking stuff..real sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I am back and present in this family again...after 3 years.  How did it all happen?  It was quite simple on my side. I simply told KK what God did in my life for the past 2 years and one thing led to another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115054778807139272?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115054778807139272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115054778807139272&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115054778807139272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115054778807139272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/06/angeline-in-malaysia.html' title='Angeline in Malaysia'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-115025304078144419</id><published>2006-06-14T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:45:23.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faby in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/772596539_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the world and peace on earth....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-115025304078144419?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/115025304078144419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=115025304078144419&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115025304078144419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/115025304078144419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/06/faby-in-hong-kong.html' title='Faby in Hong Kong'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114990361541463456</id><published>2006-06-10T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:20:36.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DTS 2006...and something about them</title><content type='html'>Here is Caryl, the Grand Pooba...&lt;br /&gt;C for Courageous and strong-she survived 5 months with us!&lt;br /&gt;A for Adventurous-she is willing to go "DEEP" into China and trek up the Great Wall in a lightning storm.&lt;br /&gt;R for Really good at keeping her socks bright white and keeping us all in time during worship with her shaking egg.&lt;br /&gt;Y for Young-the only YWAM leader in the world to have led over a dozen outreaches before the age of 17.&lt;br /&gt;L for Loving-she shows the love of Christ to everyone she meets and regardless of the time, place, or how she is feeling, she will never fail to give you a hug that melts away your worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Keith, our Grandma...&lt;br /&gt;K for Kool enough to let us call him Grandma even though he's a 21-year old guy with a beard.&lt;br /&gt;E for Entertaining in every situation, especially when you feed him or if there is jiaozi in the room!&lt;br /&gt;I for Incredibleat packing-the ONLY guy to be able to take no more than a day's worth of clothes on OR and make it last 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;T for Talented at Chinese-even more talented at making them think that he knows what they're saying when he has no idea.&lt;br /&gt;H for Hot...on fire for God-a real man after God's heart with a passion for the Hui people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Angel, who is blogging this...&lt;br /&gt;A for Always provides entertainment with her cat-like ways (the way she purrrs her "Rs" and pounces for a snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;N for Never fails to try to get us where we need to go, even though she has no idea how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;G for Gorgeous-with her long, long flowing hair, especially when she wraps it around her head as a turban.&lt;br /&gt;E for Extremely good at ignoring the Chinese paparazzi during OR even though she's got wicked awesome Chinese skills.&lt;br /&gt;L for Leads-her words are few, but her heart speaks volumes, she really exemplifies that actions speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the students...&lt;br /&gt;Bethany the Encourager,&lt;br /&gt;B is our Encourager. She always looked for ways to encourage her team members through words, notes, gifts, and big hugs despite claiming to be a non touchy-feely person. God used her to speak truth into our lives. She is also a good leader, leading out during Bible studies, intercession and worship times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gena the Congenial,&lt;br /&gt;Gena is our Miss Congeniality/Gullibility. She is really fun to hang out with because she is so easy-going. She is also very generous, often offering her snacks, belongings, service, and encouragement to her team mates. Gena was super sensitive to the well being of the team and always strived to maintain right relationships with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz the Caring,&lt;br /&gt;Liz genuinely cares about people’s feelings. She noticed people when they were down and never hesitated to pray for them on the spot. She also has a big heart for the lost and prayed passionately for them. On top of that, she is a fun loving person and her laughter is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joelle the Conscientious,&lt;br /&gt;Joelle remembers details like no one else does. She is an attentive listener and her conscientiousness had been a precious gift to the team. Even though she’s quiet, she was not shy during evangelism times. She was always on the look out for opportunities to share the gospel. She brought the gospel puzzle with her everywhere she went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie the Worshipper,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, no one, no situation stops Natty from worshipping her God. Her life speaks volumes of her adoration of Him. Her intimacy with God and unreserved devotion to Him was a huge encouragement. She was also selfless, always reaching out and putting others before herself. She is a beauty inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia the Good Listener,&lt;br /&gt;Sophia has normal sized ears, but watching her you would think that they were enormous because of the way she loves people and is always willing to listen. She liked doing things behind the scene i.e. reaching out to people, praying for them, and not expecting anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad the Go Getter,&lt;br /&gt;Chad is a diehard adventurer. He did not hold back anything...speaking Mandarin, trying “strange” food, meeting strangers, and most importantly, sharing Jesus. He was also an encourager. His jovial disposition and childlike temperament brought refreshment to weary souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin the Evangelist,&lt;br /&gt;Kevin was our dedicated evangelist. He loved telling people about God and he did it very well. He so earnestly desired the lost to know Christ that he would spend days off and free time with them. He was also faithfully walking in the confidence that God placed in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse the Sensitive Spirit, and&lt;br /&gt;Jesse is caring and sensitive to people’s feelings and needs. When someone was hurting, he hurt along with him. He was there to reach out to the team. He also loved to serve and always displayed a servant’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian the Faithful Servant.&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian displays quiet strength and determination. Those around him knew they could count on him to give his best no matter what the task was. He was loyal, trustworthy and diligent. He also showed willingness to grow in new areas especially in personal evangelism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DTS 2o06 is over.&lt;br /&gt;Chad is already in Nebraska, planning to go to college in Omaha.&lt;br /&gt;Joelle is leaving tonight, her 21st birthday's eve...needs to rush home to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;Natty got admitted to Graduate School doing Masters in Chinese Studies. She will be living in London.&lt;br /&gt;Sophia finally decided to do FEET. She is flying home for a couple of weeks to say hi to mom.&lt;br /&gt;Jesse is leaving but also coming back to HK for FEET and COR...according to the 'rumor', he is applying for DTS staffship.&lt;br /&gt;B is coming back in August to be my roomate.&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian is staying for SOFM. Small school....I bet he is thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;Gena is going back to sweet California, so is Kevin..but he has to go visit Beijing with his parents first.&lt;br /&gt;Liz is flying back home to sweet Texas.&lt;br /&gt;Keith's friend is coming to visit him in HK. He has all their meals planned but have minimal ideas for sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;Caryl's going home to Omaha to visit Caryl, her mom.&lt;br /&gt;and Angeline is going home and get legally married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114990361541463456?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114990361541463456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114990361541463456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114990361541463456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114990361541463456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/06/dts-2006and-something-about-them.html' title='DTS 2006...and something about them'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114975889715974484</id><published>2006-06-08T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T17:29:15.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reentry to HK</title><content type='html'>It started to make sense why I feel unangeline these days.  My mood has been unstable since I got back from OR and I was not sure why I am this way.  While I was sitting here talking to Faby, the light bulb came up.  Re entry is rough and it does affect unemotional people sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a collection of oracles that came up during OR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Have a heart for the lost, not just a desire to be involved in missions.  What is your real motive, Angeline? (CS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  One who denies god, denies his own humanity. (KM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  One who put his faith in science and its discoveries will never discover his purpose in life.  (KM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Build a relationship with an unbelieving friend, get to know the person enough that you can envision what kind of believer the person would be. (KM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  It is beneficial, even crucial that a new believer should own a good study bible. (KM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Compare to eternal life which is the absolute reality, the difference in age in our present life is negligible.  In the light of eternity, we are all considered infants.  (LZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;都是你    词，曲， 唱：王光良&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁改变了我的世界没有方向没有日夜&lt;br /&gt;我看着天这一刻在想你&lt;br /&gt;你是否会对我一样思念&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你曾说我们有一个梦等到那天我们来实现&lt;br /&gt;我望着天在心中默默念&lt;br /&gt;下一秒你出现在眼前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想念的心装满的都是你&lt;br /&gt;我的钢琴 弹奏的都是你&lt;br /&gt;我的日记写满的都是你的名&lt;br /&gt;才发现又另一个黎明&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是我对你爱的累积。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, 你可知道啊，我是没有一天不想你。 可是想着的都是开心的事情！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114975889715974484?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114975889715974484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114975889715974484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114975889715974484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114975889715974484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/06/reentry-to-hk.html' title='Reentry to HK'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114458681694015074</id><published>2006-04-09T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:46:56.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time to go</title><content type='html'>Leaving tomorrow for the outreach I have anticipated for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have much to blog about but I dont want to leave without saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114458681694015074?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114458681694015074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114458681694015074&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114458681694015074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114458681694015074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-time-to-go.html' title='Its time to go'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114406969780288999</id><published>2006-04-03T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T07:41:27.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dichotomy</title><content type='html'>One thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recapitulating what happened during outreach last year, even though I know it is impossible, I decided to try getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; sorted through before I leave. Defining &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; was the cause my insomnia last night.  Now, let me astound you with the complexity of my simple mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was me.  Angeline and Hua Jing. There was us and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;. And there was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;them&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; With them, I was Angeline, trying to forget Hua Jing.  With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;, I was Angeline except Angeline was trying to remember Hua Jing. Angeline had to be part of us because everyone of us could not be part of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;. Angeline rationalized and emotionalized in our language.  Hua Jing used to be part of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;.  She felt and reasoned in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;language because our language was foreign.  But Hua Jing is no longer that.  She has become Angeline. And when Angeline was with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;, Hua Jing wanted to come back.  Hua Jing wanted to temporarily forget Angeline, afterall Angeline didnt exist till Hua Jing was 18.  Hua Jing itched to be returned to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Angeline missed the days she was only Hua Jing.    Yes, there were days she was only Hua Jing and today she is totally Angeline.  Hua Jing was unhappy with the insensitive remarks that were being spoken about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; because she was one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt; And&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Angeline was unhappy with the insensitive remarks that were spoken about them because she was also one of them. &lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; Angeline couldnt blame them. Hua Jing couldnt blame &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;.   Angeline saw the divergence of these two worlds, practically impossible to unite yet colliding and clashing in her own life, seeking for a resolution and closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline or Hua Jing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hua Jing or Angeline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;It is really hard to be both at the same time.   If you really want to understand, take up a second culture now and in the next decade speak think and feel only in that language, then go back and interact with the people that reminds you of your past and tell me how that feels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reward is, it can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insanely fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114406969780288999?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114406969780288999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114406969780288999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114406969780288999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114406969780288999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-dichotomy.html' title='My dichotomy'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114371932642996894</id><published>2006-03-30T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:50:38.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I am</title><content type='html'>This is only the 6th entry of the month.  Sad to say, the record is embarrassing. So finally tonight I decided to give a more down to earth update about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still on the planet.  I realize I havent been vocal about the DTS this year.  Not that I am not enthusiastic about it or anything.  I like it lots, as excited if not more than I did last year.  This is the end of lecture phase. I find it hard to believe we are leaving for outreach in 12 days...my last outreach before I become Mrs Kah Kheng Khoo....which means I need to start thinking about my expectations for this very special 2 months, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at least half-packed for outreach.  The more challenging task is to get Fabys place more immaculate than when I moved in.  I am not a very fast cleaner.  Let me correct that, I am not a cleaner.  And I was warned of hurricane Faby, which is scheduled to hit should I fail to clean up my mess before outreach.  Very sad.  So this weekend, I am having sweet Fifi over to assist me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I am moving back to the Lighthouse it seems.  Nancy said so at least.  And, I get to be the Dining Service Director again in the summer.  The additional challenge is to produce a disciple out of this to take over me after I am gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I managed to watch the whole season 1 of Mash by myself.  Cant think of any more highlights.   I want a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114371932642996894?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114371932642996894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114371932642996894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114371932642996894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114371932642996894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-i-am.html' title='Where I am'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114338259372545034</id><published>2006-03-26T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:40:17.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My past life</title><content type='html'>In two weeks I will be moving out from Fabys.  The apartment looks like it just got hit by a tornado.  So, I have been organizing my properties (again) and I saw my thesis....no one here knows how much trouble I went through to get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Anyway&lt;font&gt;, the thesis is titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Analytical Method Development for the Cleaning Effectivenes of Residual Peanut Protein on Stainless Steel in Particular Ara h1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt; The abstract reads.... (if you dont plan to fall asleep, skip the next paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peanut allergen, Ara h1, can potentially become part of a different food system due to cross contamination from processing with campaigned equipments.  To prevent cross-contamination, studies must be completed that demonstrate the effectiveness of standardized cleaning procedures for removing the allergen from product contact surfaces.  In the pharmaceutical industry, cleaning validation consists of surface residual sampling, recovery and detection of the recovered material.  Based upon this model, a sampling method that recovers Ara h1 from a stainless steel surface; and an assay that is capable of selectively detecting and semi-quantifying the recovered Ara h1 allergen were developed.  These analytical techniques were able to recover up to 78-99% of peanut proteins and to detect the recovered Ara h1 protein at levels of 80-122 nanograms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took about a year to develop my sampling and recovery procedures, smooth and steady.  The detection and quantification was a bizarre story.  Spring 2003, I decided to graduate by hook or by crook so that I could come to HK for DTS.  I implemented my detection scheme and ran experiments after experiments that entire summer with no substantial result. My research director never saw a protein behaving like that on the detection instrument.  My other research committee member were basically speechless.  YWAM HK called and asked if I was still interested in their Performing Arts DTS.  I was never interested in Performing Arts and I wasnt able to leave my project anyway.  Later they cancelled the school because almost no one wanted to go (afraid of SARS).  So I applied for January school instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October came, we decided to collect enough data for our bizzarre findings and moved on to a new alternate scheme, not as glamorous, but with other advantages. Besides, I could actually run the method in my sleep because I did it so much before I came on to the grad school and the only thing practical to do so that I could graduate by December.  Things seemed to go well until one day in the middle of November I had reasons to suspect my water system was contaminated.  If that were true, the bottomline was, I had no results.  Water purity was critical for my aim to establish nanogramic detection limit for contaminants.  Imagine my fright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in two weeks we found out the water was fine.  Something else was interfering with my controls and we got it fixed.   By then, it wasnt realistic anymore to graduate in December, I had to apply for May graduation.  So, after editing my thesis for about 10 times, I was scheduled to deliver an oral defense.  Much to my chagrin, just when everything was set, I received a notice from YWAM HK that they were moving the DTS a week earlier than it was scheduled.(STUPID YWAM HK!!!)  So I had to cut down on my breathing and rescheduled my final oral exam two days before I left NE.  I didnt have enough time to do much in one and a quarter day...I didnt have much time to think I was leaving NE for good.  I thought perhaps one day, when I am not busy anymore, I will come back to NE and say goodbye properly.  More than 2 years had gone  by and I havent done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of my post is actually that being a missionary is much more fun than being a scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114338259372545034?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114338259372545034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114338259372545034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114338259372545034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114338259372545034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-past-life.html' title='My past life'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114303505271469551</id><published>2006-03-22T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:49:40.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An obnoxious question</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog this the other day but I didnt because my keyboard sensors are losing it.  Sometimes letter like h would not come out.  Very annoying.  As much as I love my faithful Inspiron 8000, I am preparing for its funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about that obnoxious question that I was pondering a little while ago......before I am aware of the human function called sex, the only reason I could think of why people regard the pubic area as dirty (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after Deans teaching, I know sex is not dirty anymore&lt;/span&gt;) is because that is the area we associate pee and poo with.  So, why did God in His intelligence created sexual organs in proximity with our poo and pee organs and for guys, the same organ?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch on Monday, I posed the question to some intelligent people like Fifi, Catherine and Anna.  Fifi of course just busted out laughing.  Both Anna and Catherine, to my amazement came up with a similar answer - convenience!! Anna said there is an incentive to keep that area clean. Catherine said, when we wear underwear, it automatically protect all of them together.  And, that is smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didnt I think of that before??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found the answers satisfying. So I closed the case in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114303505271469551?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114303505271469551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114303505271469551&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114303505271469551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114303505271469551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/03/obnoxious-question.html' title='An obnoxious question'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114267069403404231</id><published>2006-03-18T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T16:33:59.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Pajama Day</title><content type='html'>This is Happy Saturday.  The only day in the week that I get to sleep in.  The more I sleep, the sleepier I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need to get more creative.  I want to.   I really do.  I can make a long list of what I should be doing instead of sleeping but I dont think I can give up sleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am even blogging in my sleep. If I have to mention the word blog in my blog, thats when I know my creativity is not awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114267069403404231?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114267069403404231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114267069403404231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114267069403404231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114267069403404231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-pajama-day.html' title='A Long Pajama Day'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114209062503011698</id><published>2006-03-11T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:39:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinity</title><content type='html'>I almost gave up writing blogs.  I am too lazy to do anything.  I am not excited with life.  I dont like watching tv. I dont feel like shopping for anything.  I dont feel like listening to any chinese songs or reading anything thought-provoking.  I am just not up to anything.  I kinda like my life like this, uncomplicated and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just pmsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be my friend and hang out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of friends, I have a series of 'Trinity's ever since I remember having friends.  I think triads are great.  Whenever two argues, we have a tie breaker and one gets to pick a side.  I don't have any pictures of my 'trinity' further back than Lincoln NE...but here are the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/DSC00069%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/DSC00069%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the most prominent 'trinity' during the days of Lincoln Revival Team.  Me(Hua  Jin), Cherh Kuan, and Hui Wan, whom we dearingly called Ah Hui.  In that relationship, I was   definitely the cockiest of them all...but they loved me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/malaysianite03withneekandbudi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/malaysianite03withneekandbudi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my other social circle that ran parallel with my CK and Ah Hui circle.  We were pretty exclusive as in having special meetings to talk about nothing.  I liked Neek and 'disliked' Budi.  In that relationship, I was known as the Cat.  Usually Neek wouldn't call me Cat...it was just Budi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/Picture%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened after the other two circles left lincoln.  I knew both Erin (the blonde one)and Jessica before the millenium but 'suddenly' got close in 2003, right before I came to Hong Kong.  They are both in Omaha then and now. I needed to drive to Omaha to meet up with them.  Jessica still send cards to me occassionally...and Erin wants to be a Missionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/DSC00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/DSC00091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here in Hong Kong, I continue my tradition to trinitize my relationship. This is the most updated one.  On my left, Caryl, the Grand Pooba, and on my right is Grandma Keith from Hoserland.  If my wedding is just about myself, I would have Caryl be my flowergirl and Grandma the ring bearer...but unfortunately, it is not!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114209062503011698?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114209062503011698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114209062503011698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114209062503011698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114209062503011698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/03/trinity.html' title='Trinity'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114130153052447029</id><published>2006-03-02T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:26:49.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reality of My Heart</title><content type='html'>There's this beautiful thing called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. One of the things mentioned about it is that, it covers a multitude of sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is hurting like crazy, yet I find a simple reason to rejoice-a revelation that I am actually more intensely in love with KK than I think I do.  I love him jealously and passionately with my heart, not just my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only by continuing to choose love, healing will come to a completion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I've grown up so much. And the exciting thing is that I am willing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114130153052447029?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114130153052447029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114130153052447029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114130153052447029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114130153052447029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/03/reality-of-my-heart.html' title='The Reality of My Heart'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114096914771331631</id><published>2006-02-26T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:52:27.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reality of Life</title><content type='html'>There's this beautiful thing called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sex.  &lt;/span&gt;With that comes along issues like pregnancies, and parenthood.  Putting marriage and sex and pregnancy together, I, the bethrothed have now to be concerned about birth control because I want to be the only baby for the first year at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my research resulted in 4 distinct methods. &lt;br /&gt;First, the natural method which I personally find more appealing than others.  Basically it involves thermometer reading.  If my body temperature rises, it means I am ovulating. So, that means avoid sex during those days.  If there's a thermometer that not only read temperature but can give an instant advice such as 'today is your unlucky day', I might consider getting one.  Natural method is very much a hassle because I have to take temperature and kinda monitor my body temperature everyday to chart a trend.  Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's this hormonal method (the pills, patches, injections etc).  Pills are common. I even heard there's a male pill.  Besides the side effects, the thought of 'lowering the sperm count to zero' feels wrong and murderous, just like the thought of using spermicide.  I just feel wrong to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's this barrier method (condoms, diaphrams etc).  Condoms are common.  I even heard there's a female condom.  But because, it is not part of our bodies.  Involving that is like involving a third party.  So, that feels wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's sterilization, the permanent method.  Of course this is not an option now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the fact that the chances of me getting pregnant is only high for about 2 weeks in a month, and considering the general frequency of sex is only like once a week, someone should just tell me birth control is no big deal.  Chances are I will not get pregnant without birth control that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, nobody is willing to give me such an advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114096914771331631?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114096914771331631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114096914771331631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114096914771331631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114096914771331631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/02/reality-of-life.html' title='The Reality of Life'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114043495259204066</id><published>2006-02-20T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:29:12.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last one</title><content type='html'>Out of curiosity, I took this test.  And this is what I found out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Au Natural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/au-natural.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!&lt;br /&gt;The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.&lt;br /&gt;Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.&lt;br /&gt;You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.&lt;br /&gt;Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am done with blogthings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114043495259204066?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114043495259204066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114043495259204066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114043495259204066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114043495259204066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-one.html' title='The last one'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114035080893733522</id><published>2006-02-19T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:06:55.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a break for Quizzes</title><content type='html'>These are ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/8.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused.&lt;br /&gt;But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9900" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Aren't Scary, You're Scared&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD79A"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/scared.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably even scared to see how this quiz came out!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: Gustav Klimt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/gustav-klimt.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensual and gorgeous, you would inspire an enchanting portrait..&lt;br /&gt;With just enough classic appeal to be hung in any museum!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114035080893733522?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114035080893733522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114035080893733522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114035080893733522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114035080893733522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/02/take-break-for-quizzes.html' title='Take a break for Quizzes'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114027195911625079</id><published>2006-02-18T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:17:44.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so grown up!</title><content type='html'>Tampons are the bestest invention ever and Caryl's such a cool 'mom'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to go on outreach with them.  7 more weeks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pads...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEVER AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114027195911625079?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114027195911625079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114027195911625079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114027195911625079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114027195911625079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-so-grown-up.html' title='I am so grown up!'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114018484884997732</id><published>2006-02-17T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:00:48.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Painful</title><content type='html'>Caryl said I will be blogging about this.   Therefore, just so that she is right, here I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ventured into something new. I made use of a gift given to me by Catherine during my last visit to the Lighthouse.  Even Fifi tried it. So, definitely being naturally competitive and didn't want to be left out, I needed to do it at least once, just so I could brag about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did.  It was bloody painful.  I tolerated the discomfort for about 3 hours and said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I know I could brag about it. Bravo to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114018484884997732?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114018484884997732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114018484884997732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114018484884997732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114018484884997732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/02/bloody-painful.html' title='Bloody Painful'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-114001179029204343</id><published>2006-02-15T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:20:52.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Near</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be near O God of us,  your nearness is to us our good.  &lt;/span&gt;-a song by Shane Barnard written based on Psalm 73:28, which has now become a resounding prayer in my heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been "freaking out" internally with the changes that are taking place in my life right now.  Even my relationship with my God is changing, you know.  There is this season that I relate to him as a little child to her father.   I love, think, act, speak, eat and play just like a child because that's how I feel my God sees me.  It is a place of comfort and safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being espoused to Kah Kheng, God begins to reveal to me that there's another dimension of a relationship with him, of which I have neglected, of which a lot deeper and richer than a Father to a child - the relationship between the Lover and the Beloved.  Now, that is awkward for me.  I am comfortable being a Child, but not quite a Beloved.  Marriage has to be the boldest thing I will ever do.  When people asked me "when will you ever get hitched?', in all sanity, I had always replied "when I grow up" and so the growing up time is now.  It is amazing how God has led me in such a way, until I am at this place, and of course he is still preparing me and taking me further and deeper into himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days with Kah Kheng was like 4 days with God.  I saw the reflection of my loving God in my fiance.  He just couldnt stop blessing me with affections and gifts and attention to an extend that I felt stressed and guilty receiving this overload of love expressions simple because there was no way I could recipocrate that love.  God said, that's how I lavished my love on my people, and do you think they could ever recipocrate my love for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, this is exactly the purpose of my life.  I am living simply to recipocrate my God's love for me.  Eternity is designed for that.  &lt;br /&gt;God's love everlasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-114001179029204343?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/114001179029204343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=114001179029204343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114001179029204343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/114001179029204343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/02/be-near.html' title='Be Near'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113975064339581354</id><published>2006-02-12T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:32:45.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me brag...</title><content type='html'>This weekend...let me tell you, it is quite an honor to be asked by a man like Kah Kheng to be his wife. It happened in Faby's living room (Faby you are blessed), no flowers, champagne nor candles nor a life violinist, but a few pairs of my semidry bluestar socks laying around the armrest of the couch as witnesses.  He got down on his knees and asked the important question with all sincerity.  I tried quite hard not to laugh because I knew that moment was sacred and thank God, I didnt spoil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rock is quite impressive.  Well, it is 0.21Ct, Round &lt;a href="http://diamonds.pricescope.com/hna.asp"&gt;Hearts &amp; Arrows&lt;/a&gt;, colorless E, VS1 clarity, sitting on a 4-prong solitaire platinum ring setting for the detailholics.&lt;br /&gt;He, whose heart is more precious and beautiful than the rock he got, did way much better than I expected.  He is my real treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, both Gena (my Dts student) and I are shy.  I knew that both her and Bethany (her roomate) must have heard the news but they must have been too shy to ask if they could look at it.  I was shy to show it off to them.  So, I said nothing.  Then this morning, I saw Gena discreetly took a look on it.&lt;br /&gt;So cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113975064339581354?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113975064339581354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113975064339581354&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113975064339581354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113975064339581354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/02/let-me-brag.html' title='Let me brag...'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113958260382325721</id><published>2006-02-10T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:43:23.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About a cat and a dog</title><content type='html'>This happened this afternoon while I was waiting to catch a bus to Yuen Long to get a bus to the airport to pick up Kah Kheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4:30pm.  I was waiting under the tree by the lapsap.  There was a dog laying outside the gate staring at me.  I couldnt pick up whether that was a friendly or a hostile stare as I dont read dogs very well.  I tried not to keep much eye contact with it because I didnt want it to suddenly come attack me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came along a cat which I supposed just woke up from a nap.  It sat just beside the dog.  They seemed to get along.  As a cat lover, I started to 'talk' the cat into coming near me, but I guess I didnt have the right cat accent.  It totally ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meowing several times, the dog got up and started to come towards me.  Whether it thought I was calling for it, or it was just being sensitive and sorry for me for getting rejected by the cat.    So I ended up petting doggy instead of kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats are arrogant and selfish.  But one who loves cats knows unconditional love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113958260382325721?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113958260382325721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113958260382325721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113958260382325721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113958260382325721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/02/about-cat-and-dog.html' title='About a cat and a dog'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113932340590385552</id><published>2006-02-07T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:45:18.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/family.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/family.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, what do we have here? Aha, the Yong Dynasty (yeah right!).  From left, me- Hua Jin, dad - David, sis - Hua Mey, mom - Sii Ing, and bro - Hua Yeo.  If I remember correctly, that was Chinese New Year 1987, the one last time I had my hair like that...cute huh? I was barely 10 and I wore silk stockings....must be one of those weird influences I had!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113932340590385552?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113932340590385552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113932340590385552&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113932340590385552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113932340590385552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/02/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113913004587160359</id><published>2006-02-05T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T17:01:35.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little dilemma....</title><content type='html'>There's this Malaysian Chinese singer name Fish Leong. She is VERY POPULAR in China, outrageously. Her songs are great. I like a lot of them. But her singing voice....ermmm...just like mine, a little better. I am enjoying the torture listening to her. That's what I mean, a little dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna put in Michael Wong's CD, another Malaysian Chinese singer who is outrageously popular in China, who was my hero and 'boyfriend'....actually just one of my many 'boyfriends' - Alec Su-the Taiwanese Singer, Lawrence Lau-my ex huskermate, Jason Tang-the meat delivery guy in KamTin.... Then Kah Kheng came into the picture. The 'scandal' finally stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113913004587160359?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113913004587160359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113913004587160359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113913004587160359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113913004587160359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-dilemma.html' title='A little dilemma....'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113879759175447606</id><published>2006-02-01T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:45:58.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Rahel</title><content type='html'>Rahel (we couldnt say her name right, so we call her Rachel) came back with her Antoinne. She has never looked so beautiful. So, that's what a husband could do to a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, by the way, I finally watched Narnia.  It was cool...but, I am suspecting myself having a interest-in-movies-pause.  The symptoms have been getting more obvious by days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113879759175447606?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113879759175447606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113879759175447606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113879759175447606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113879759175447606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/02/return-of-rahel.html' title='The Return of Rahel'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113836835272300754</id><published>2006-01-27T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:25:52.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed</title><content type='html'>I am a lot different than I used to be.  One of the changes that I have realized, that I have not expected is liking Jay Chow's music.  I am still not sure what category his music goes...maybe rap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first started to listen to his famous 'Nocturne' and caught myself wanting to listen to it repeatedly.  The lyrics are weird enough.  For me, it is like trying to explain Picasso, so I wouldnt even try to describe....gosh it is growing on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113836835272300754?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113836835272300754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113836835272300754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113836835272300754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113836835272300754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/01/changed.html' title='Changed'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113806028490055028</id><published>2006-01-24T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T07:51:24.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking too fast</title><content type='html'>I learn something new from my DTS student, Jesse yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verbal diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have that problem.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113806028490055028?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113806028490055028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113806028490055028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113806028490055028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113806028490055028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/01/talking-too-fast.html' title='Talking too fast'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113794379695706779</id><published>2006-01-22T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:57:56.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>I turned 17 today.  But sometimes I still act younger than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is sweet to me!  He gave me more than what I asked for.  I have clarity.  I have His Word to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryl took me, Nicky, and Fifi to Fat Angelo's to get fattened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faby left birthday messages all over my cyberspaces. She misses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aswesome DTSers wrote me a card and bought me a pair of hair clips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine made me a journal filled with cat stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom asked me why didnt I eat an egg.  I was supposed to because it's my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Kheng put up a picture of me years ago on his blog.  I still looked the same today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ams remembered my birthday.  I m getting really spoilt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me. I had a good day. I am loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113794379695706779?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113794379695706779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113794379695706779&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113794379695706779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113794379695706779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/01/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113775455945742618</id><published>2006-01-20T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:04:30.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Down</title><content type='html'>Looks like tonight, the sky is heavy&lt;br /&gt;Feels like the winds are gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my feet, the earth is ready&lt;br /&gt;I know its time for heaven's rain, it's gonna rain&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's living water we desire&lt;br /&gt;To flood out hearts with holy fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain down all around the world we're singing&lt;br /&gt;Rain down can you here the earth is singing&lt;br /&gt;Rain down my heart is dry but still I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Rain down rain it down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the start, my heart is heavy&lt;br /&gt;Feels like it's time, to dream again&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice, and yes I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;To dance upon this barren land&lt;br /&gt;Hope in my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not shut, Do not shut, Do not shut the heavens&lt;br /&gt;But open up, open up, open up our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength to cross the water&lt;br /&gt;Keep my heart upon your altar&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength to cross this water&lt;br /&gt;Keep my feet don’t let me falter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Martin Smith/Stuart Garrard ©2003 Curious? Music UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of rain is the most beautiful music to my ears. I like rain. It is so refreshing, so comforting, so cleansing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is raining in Hong Kong. My laundry is still on the lines outside. I cant collect it until the next sunshine. Oh well...happy almost birthday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113775455945742618?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113775455945742618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113775455945742618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113775455945742618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113775455945742618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/01/rain-down.html' title='Rain Down'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113698971696697818</id><published>2006-01-11T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:58:11.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherishing Singleness</title><content type='html'>I was at the Lighthouse briefly this evening collecting some random items that were left behind since my last week's exodus to my now apartment. I heard Rebecca said the funniest thing that I promised to remember forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifi was wetting a rag and started to wipe the floor of the bathroom and then their bedroom. Katja was there as well. We were astonished so we started to ask why was she doing that. Then out of the blue, Becca said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she ate something tonight that made her wanting to clean&lt;/span&gt;".  Needless to say, we roared and the laughter didnt end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I am so much in the mood of collecting memories, remembering what people said as though my life is ending soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My single days are numbered alright. Soon enough, I will be a married woman. For more than most, it is a lifetime excitement to look forward to. While I am sure being married to my wonderful Kah Kheng, life will be very exciting, awesome and filled with purpose, but I will never be the Angeline today, a single woman. The difference similarize life and death, a one way entry, absolutely irreversible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent majority of my adult life being involved with someone, idolizing marriage and all that. Only two years ago, I started to experience the greatest pleasure and privilege, even to point of a habitual sense, belonging only to my God. Hitherto, we are still guarding this relationship jealously. I have so many golden memories to be thankful for. I feel almost unwilling to let this end so soon. I know I will always have my God but somehow life will not be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so much fearful of the new change that is going to take place because I know my God is with me in this. I am just REALLY REALLY  missing my relationship with my God as a single woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113698971696697818?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113698971696697818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113698971696697818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113698971696697818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113698971696697818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/01/cherishing-singleness.html' title='Cherishing Singleness'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113645708968133615</id><published>2006-01-05T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:23:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...I trust you, Angeline.  In fact I trust you with my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defenses melted. Misunderstanding dissolved. Truth revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  That is probably the highest compliment I have ever received in my life! Thanks Caryl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113645708968133615?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113645708968133615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113645708968133615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113645708968133615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113645708968133615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/01/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113638305333547055</id><published>2006-01-04T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:57:33.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Young Kim</title><content type='html'>So Young is my good friend.  She is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peculiar&lt;/span&gt; funny person if you know what I mean.  You could never predict the next thing that would come out of her mouth, which then makes her really special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course, being a good friend, she also gets to hear about my recent hookup with Kah Kheng.  I find her response most outstanding...it was just one of those that has to be recorded and remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how it happened.... &lt;br /&gt;This morning, in our intercession group.  So Young said to Rachel in her most delightful Korean accent..."She (refers to me) is getting married.  That's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; omayzjing&lt;/span&gt;".  Rachel laughed silently and nodded in agreement.  Then she continued... "I think it is more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omayzjing &lt;/span&gt;that she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get married.  I still can't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; belieb&lt;/span&gt; it! So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omayzjing&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YOUNG IS SO ADORABLE!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113638305333547055?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113638305333547055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113638305333547055&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113638305333547055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113638305333547055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-young-kim.html' title='So Young Kim'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113604725972160614</id><published>2006-01-01T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:12:51.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/Picture%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/Picture%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's taken in Summer 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old Navy backpack is still with me now in HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoom in to those clunky shoes. Well I left that pair in NE. Those were the ones I wore when I stomped to Neek's apartment. I am fascinated with that detail he wrote in his recent blog about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. I bought a similar pair of those guys in Thailand last year. And I stomped up my way up to the office with those as well. Caryl seems to love it a lot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know, there are certain things about me that people noticed and still havent changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be 29 soon. Happy new year. It's gonna be one heck of a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/Picture%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113604725972160614?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113604725972160614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113604725972160614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113604725972160614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113604725972160614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-already.html' title='New Year Already?'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113587060235827346</id><published>2005-12-29T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:17:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoe, do you remember....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You are forever in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You see me through the seasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring 97  &lt;br /&gt;You, Lay Sar, Jennifer, Wee Kuan, Wee Kien, Cindy, Regyne, and many names forgotten.  Selleck Basement. Most of them were Selleck residents but You and Lay Sar would come from Piper to hang out, so would I.  I lived at 2221 S Str #22.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then TGAN started.  You, Lay Sar, Cindy came on board.  We gossipped so much about Kerk Fong.  Then you disappeared to Toronto.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Summer 97&lt;br /&gt; I went back for 3 months of summer hols.  Kerk Fong took over #22.  Then I came back to Lincoln, but moved to 526 N26th #3.  Kerk Fong moved to Cather.  You took over #22 from Kerk Fong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall and Winter 97&lt;br /&gt;The most unforgettable winter storm.  University closed down for 3 days. Your birthday that year, I got you a big teddy bear from JC Penny.  Party at #22 that night.  1st TGAN's Christmas Carol.  I remember getting so mad at Jen and Lay Sar but You sang with your whole heart. You kept me from losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring 98&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Night.  Forced into dance performance by Numsa.  You coached the chinese fan dance. ..did my makeup.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer 98&lt;br /&gt;You became my 'beauty consultant'.  I would go stay over at #22 all the time.  You polished my nails and put colors on them. My boyfriend got freaked out and asked me not to hang out with you so much because I was 'losing' myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall/Winter 98&lt;br /&gt;Went to IVCF Fall conference together with Brian and Kah Kheng. You withdrew from TGAN, so did Kerk Fong, so did I... all for different reasons.  Christopher became a christian.  Winter break 98/99.  Kah Kheng, you and I became close friends, ate meals together(in or out), played together, did everything together.  One night, in KK's room, I quietly told you, I was strangely drawn to KK.  Both of us freaked out together. 2nd TGAN Christmas Carolling.  I was a part-timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring 99&lt;br /&gt;Spring break 99, trip to Brownsville Church, Pensacola Florida. Tayo in his shock found out KK wasnt after you, but me. May 8, 1999. On a trip to Omaha, visited ConAgra Global Office campus, on that ground you shared with me your vision of The Blessing Channel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer 99&lt;br /&gt;We moved in together to 501 N25th #4.  Requested to dance for Missions Conference at Christ's Place.  The last time you coached me in dance.  I sworn off dance 'forever' until FEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall/Winter 99&lt;br /&gt;Going through lots of drama with KK,and with CC, you just watched silently.  But I knew you were always there for me.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring 00&lt;br /&gt;More drama continued. I started working and you were trying to graduate. We grew silent on each other almost but I knew you always cared.  Malaysian Night 2000.  I bought you a prom dress.  Both of us unintentionally started the tradition of wearing big gowns to Malaysian night. Who didnt want to be hot like us?  Nata came to visit us and we thought how much he looked like Kerk Fong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer 00&lt;br /&gt;You graduated and moved to California. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring 02&lt;br /&gt;Visited you with Anna Bouc. Fell in love with Sausalito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall 02&lt;br /&gt;You returned to Lincoln for Thanksgiving. We plotted to give Judy a big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring 03&lt;br /&gt;Visited you again and asked you to be my Maid of Honor.  Then broke up with KK.  Made plans to go to Hong Kong.  You promised to be the Blessing Channel. Unofficially, the partnership was activated.  You send, I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer 03&lt;br /&gt;Visited you with the Boucs.  Last time I saw you in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring 04&lt;br /&gt;I departed for Hong Kong. You departed for Lausanne Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter 04&lt;br /&gt;I settled in Hong Kong with YWAM. You got a green card and returned to the Bay Area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall 05&lt;br /&gt;You visited your 'cat' Hong Kong.  I met your parents and relatives in Jakarta. You strategically 'patched' KK and I back and hence resumed your position as the Maid of Honor. I tasted roasted goose the first time and found out it is Yuen Long's Specialty.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Jing, what is life without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wows..i believe this is the longest entry I have ever posted.  i m happy its all about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113587060235827346?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113587060235827346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113587060235827346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113587060235827346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113587060235827346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/12/zoe-do-you-remember.html' title='Zoe, do you remember....?'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113577213777793080</id><published>2005-12-28T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:15:37.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acknowledgement</title><content type='html'>Kah Kheng is a mega awesome man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a blessed woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113577213777793080?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113577213777793080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113577213777793080&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113577213777793080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113577213777793080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/12/acknowledgement.html' title='Acknowledgement'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113567604071823506</id><published>2005-12-27T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:34:00.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Angeline Freaks Out.</title><content type='html'>So I scanned and put all the people who are coming for DTS in Jan 06 this morning. &lt;br /&gt;In two weeks, they will be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I feel like I am freaking out for real.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113567604071823506?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113567604071823506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113567604071823506&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113567604071823506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113567604071823506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-angeline-freaks-out.html' title='The Day Angeline Freaks Out.'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113556253139698622</id><published>2005-12-26T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T10:04:23.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My presents</title><content type='html'>Calvin and Hobbes full collection from amazon.com. weigh 2000 kgs.&lt;br /&gt;A Starbuck tumbler, and a scarf.&lt;br /&gt;Some Australian Honey roasted macadamia nuts&lt;br /&gt;An Indian purse and bangles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek, where is my present, the post???????&lt;br /&gt;Carrie, WHERE ARE THOSE TAMPONS?? My period is waiting for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113556253139698622?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113556253139698622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113556253139698622&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113556253139698622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113556253139698622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-presents.html' title='My presents'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113505820091776894</id><published>2005-12-20T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:57:59.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey of the Magi (1926) - T.S. Elliot</title><content type='html'>A cold coming we had of it,&lt;br /&gt;Just the worst time of the year&lt;br /&gt;For a journey, and such a long journey:&lt;br /&gt;The ways deep and the weather sharp,&lt;br /&gt;The very dead of winter.&lt;br /&gt;And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,&lt;br /&gt;Lying down in the melting snow.&lt;br /&gt;There were times we regretted&lt;br /&gt;The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,&lt;br /&gt;And the silken girls bringing sherbet.&lt;br /&gt;Then the camel men cursing and grumbling&lt;br /&gt;And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,&lt;br /&gt;And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,&lt;br /&gt;And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly&lt;br /&gt;And the villages dirty and charging high prices:&lt;br /&gt;A hard time we had of it.&lt;br /&gt;At the end we preferred to travel all night,&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in snatches,&lt;br /&gt;With the voices singing in our ears, saying&lt;br /&gt;hat this was folly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,&lt;br /&gt;Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation,&lt;br /&gt;With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;And three trees on the low sky.&lt;br /&gt;And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.&lt;br /&gt;Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,&lt;br /&gt;Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,&lt;br /&gt;And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.&lt;br /&gt;But there was no information, so we continued&lt;br /&gt;And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon&lt;br /&gt;Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;All this was a long time ago, I remember,&lt;br /&gt;And I would do it again, but set down&lt;br /&gt;This set down&lt;br /&gt;This: were we led all the way for&lt;br /&gt;Birth or Death ? There was a Birth, certainly,&lt;br /&gt;We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,&lt;br /&gt;But had thought they were different; this Birth was&lt;br /&gt;Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.&lt;br /&gt;We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,&lt;br /&gt;But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,&lt;br /&gt;With an alien people clutching their gods.&lt;br /&gt;I should be glad of another death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113505820091776894?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113505820091776894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113505820091776894&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113505820091776894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113505820091776894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/12/journey-of-magi-1926-ts-elliot.html' title='The Journey of the Magi (1926) - T.S. Elliot'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113447352615012100</id><published>2005-12-13T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:06:32.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responses</title><content type='html'>My dad's - *smilessssssssssssss* "I am satisfied with KK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryl's - "Wow.  Remember not to compromise what God has called you to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy's - "Praise God. I am excited for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe's - "Finally..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faby's - "I knew it.  I knew it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godwin's - "Are you inviting me to the wedding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryfina's - *shrieks* "Oh my gosh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky's -"I am so excited. Even during our dts, I knew you still like him from the way you talked about him. I asked God, why dont you just put them back together?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz's - "I've gotta call Kristy up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine's - "I was so happy that I cried"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William's - "Holy canoly...everyone's been drinking love potion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neek's - "Hahahahaha. I gotta hear the stories from both sides."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig's - "Is he leading youth and leading worship in a Mosque?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon's - "You've got to show me the pictures of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Banana's - "I am shocked..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina's - (still silent)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113447352615012100?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113447352615012100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113447352615012100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113447352615012100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113447352615012100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/12/responses.html' title='Responses'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113439453457663055</id><published>2005-12-12T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:35:34.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KK and NG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/DSC00228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/DSC00228.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/DSC00225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/DSC00225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113439453457663055?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113439453457663055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113439453457663055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113439453457663055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113439453457663055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/12/kk-and-ng.html' title='KK and NG'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113429057527405390</id><published>2005-12-11T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T16:47:18.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So the kitty cat dragged in....</title><content type='html'>I remember sometime in &lt;a href="http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-joe.html"&gt;July&lt;/a&gt; I wrote prophetically that the later half of 2005 would be interesting for me. Whatever happened during that time would determine what I will be doing the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with prayers and anticipation, I waited for the 'whatever'. However, I never would expect one of those things could actually lead to an expiration of my very celebrated bachelorhood. Better than that, he is none other than the only person with whom I ever had the desire to spend my life with. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not always, but only&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was barely 22 when I started to like him. He was barely 21 when he fell in love with me. With that age, we learnt a lot of things the hard way. It took us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; to finally get to this place.  Only God can come through for us like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Kheng... you are worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon Kheng.... you and your '8' mood!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113429057527405390?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113429057527405390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113429057527405390&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113429057527405390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113429057527405390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-kitty-cat-dragged-in.html' title='So the kitty cat dragged in....'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113387996662401503</id><published>2005-12-06T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:48:49.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December no kidding</title><content type='html'>God cleverly tilted the planet earth 23 degrees and 27 minutes to rotate around the sun such that it causes some part of the planet to move away from the it. In december, the part happens to be northern hemisphere. Hong Kong 23 degrees 26 arcminutes and 22 arcseconds lies on the tropic of cancer, northern hemisphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is broken.  My feet are cold and my brain is frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to learn how to use tampons next year. My good friend, Carrie (bless her heart) is sending them over for Christmas. I hope she sends them with step by step instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be a Christmas to remember no less.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113387996662401503?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113387996662401503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113387996662401503&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113387996662401503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113387996662401503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/12/december-no-kidding.html' title='December no kidding'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113361572867865704</id><published>2005-12-03T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:21:43.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of my iPod Random</title><content type='html'>I took it to Malaysia and Indonesia.  Never used it the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I reinstalled its driver and iTunes. Everything was fine.  Loaded songs onto it.   Everything was fine.  When I tried playing, no sound came out.  Checked the earphones, nothing wrong with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flabbergasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113361572867865704?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113361572867865704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113361572867865704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113361572867865704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113361572867865704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/12/death-of-my-ipod-random.html' title='Death of my iPod Random'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113344207274068266</id><published>2005-12-01T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:01:12.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December already</title><content type='html'>Furlough is over.  Thank God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happily back doing accounts.  I recently developed the love for money.  Just Joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the world shrunk. The first day, I couldnt see floor space in my bedroom. I had to remember to not flush the toilet paper.  (When I first got back home in Malaysia, I was looking for the trash can and later realized I could flush them down). &lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I am glad to be able to cuddle with Pooh again...although the first night he ended up sleeping on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even have new staff in the Lighthouse that would now make the house on full occupancy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone's back.  Cant believe it is December already. It has been exactly a year since I got on staff.  We are getting the SOFMers' Love Feast and Report Back over with so that we can prepare for Christmas Outreach.  Work, Work, and Work.  Angeline loves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113344207274068266?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113344207274068266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113344207274068266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113344207274068266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113344207274068266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/12/december-already.html' title='December already'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113299390194137153</id><published>2005-11-26T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T16:36:17.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th Post !!!!</title><content type='html'>My beginning and my end are in your hands.  &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in between that I can hide from your eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;I will never be forgotten.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is permanently written in your book, where it records the memories of a &lt;em&gt;Sacred Romance&lt;/em&gt;.  This romance has no end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reality that surpasses all the tangible materials on earth.  &lt;br /&gt;It is The Reality I live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son, and whosoever believes in him, shall not perish but have everlasting life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore,  &lt;strong&gt;it is not okay for a single soul to perish thinking he's never been loved and has no value.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not okay that he died without knowing the King of universe had laid down his life just for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113299390194137153?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113299390194137153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113299390194137153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113299390194137153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113299390194137153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th Post !!!!'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113220675351082554</id><published>2005-11-17T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T13:52:33.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furlough 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's day 3 today in the Land of Mansions. Seriously I have never seen so many designer big houses anywhere in the world like I saw in Sibu. People here seems to have a competition who builds the biggest. So, this is what they toiled their life for. Angeline zzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world outside YWAM is pretty strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I packed that green couch from the Lighthouse...oh and that gross coffee I got at Wellcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to sneeze funny. My eyes and nose itch constantly. I complained that I am allergic to Malaysia...and &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;( I dare not mention) thought I was being funny. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed. I have changed. I wished that I have never left town so that coming home doesnt feel so complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long long sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the one asking about food....&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot this wonderful snack called 'rojak'. The closest comparison you can get is a salad except the dressing is black. Food here is great and cheap...it is for people like my dad (food critic). I already feel stressed at the thought of bringing him out to eat in Hong Kong one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been excited about eating this time. I was expecting durians to await me but they are not in sesaon. That pretty much kills half of my excitement. The other half was destroyed by my fear of growing into a mansion!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113220675351082554?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113220675351082554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113220675351082554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113220675351082554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113220675351082554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/11/furlough-3.html' title='Furlough 3'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113198250347599134</id><published>2005-11-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T23:35:03.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at last</title><content type='html'>My dad struck a very interesting conversation to break the ice.  He asked me if the fruits in Hong Kong are expensive.  I mentioned proudly yeah! 4 Fuji apples only cost around 5R (10 HKD).  Then he said, no! That's too expensive and asked me how big are those apples and so on.  Darn it, I thought, should have bragged about the persimmons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My' dog didnt bark at me when I got in. We had him for 10 years already but to me he's always a puppy.  And by the way, I dont normally build relationships with dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I laid my eyes on the newly renovated house..new furnitures, old furnitures..they look odd together but I am happy that mom didnt get rid of them because it wouldnt feel like home if everything was new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a look at my brother's bridal suite.  My holy goodness! It is as big as Anna's apartment.  Sad that my brother hasnt decide on the bride.  Today it is still unoccupied.  I wouldnt mind sleeping there but I took the room with the computer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow the computer is possessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113198250347599134?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113198250347599134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113198250347599134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113198250347599134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113198250347599134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/11/home-at-last.html' title='Home at last'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113155076741493034</id><published>2005-11-09T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:41:05.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furlough 2</title><content type='html'>Being alone sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline has more than enough of solitariness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has to cook and force people to come and eat with her at the Lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighthouse needs some noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline wants all her roommates back!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky, Rachel, Scala and Jeremy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and a dozen of toilet paper rolls awaits their arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 more days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113155076741493034?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113155076741493034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113155076741493034&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113155076741493034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113155076741493034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/11/furlough-2.html' title='Furlough 2'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113129475744870318</id><published>2005-11-07T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:32:37.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Roseanne Washington</title><content type='html'>She is a famous artist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did dts with me and I slept on her bunk with her once in Baise!!! She never knew why I did that.  Not only I am selectively affectionate, I can be very random.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rose, I heard my blogspot is now your home page.  Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an instruction for you to leave comments.  Click comment at the bottom of the entry, a window will pop up.  Then leave comment and check 'other', leave your nickname or real name.  Publish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Xangas, you can leave comment on my blog without having to sign up for one.  So, we the blogspotters are much cooler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....you gotta read &lt;a href="http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/04/dts-2004-canonized.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;, you are on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113129475744870318?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113129475744870318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113129475744870318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113129475744870318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113129475744870318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-roseanne-washington.html' title='To Roseanne Washington'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113116889285983628</id><published>2005-11-05T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:50:39.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chee Chien</title><content type='html'>I've just talked to him an hour ago.  I told him I will write an entry on my blog about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a friend I have known for almost 10 years which during that whole time, apart from the first 4 months, in long distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One amazing thing about him is that, he never forgets a single friend. We were housemates along with 8 other people at the House of 80,in Subang Jaya, the place I studied for 4 months before I went to Lincoln NE. Until today, he can still tell me what is happening with Badak, Kham Bey, Aunty Suzy, Chee Sin, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those 4 months in Subang Jaya was the worst time of my life ever. I hated my classes, I hated how tiny my room was, I hated the food there, I hated how expensive everything was, I hated the air I breathed, I hated the cruel weather but I loved my housemates. If not because of them, hell would be a better option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so many good chats with Chee Chien. He and Badak were my closest buddies at that time. I remember we went to the US Embassy together to get our student visas that summer. We parted road, I went to NE, He went to Purdue University in IN. Badak and I wrote sporadically when we left House of 80. Chee Chien and I talked continuously... first on Telnet, then on ICQ, and now on MSN, as technology develops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we graduated. He got a job, a girlfriend, and now a wife and a permanent residentship. And I got none of those. I have been aware of almost all of what's going on with him, and him the same of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lame that for all the times we were in the states, and how many times we've talked about it, we've never visited each other, not even once, although there was once I almost saw him in Chinatown Chicago. I was so bummed because I forgot to bring his phone number with me. He happened to come to the same restaurant an hour later after I left!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the most outstanding heathen friend that I have, whom lasted longer than my own &lt;a href="http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/06/chern-chuan.html"&gt;ex boyfriend&lt;/a&gt;, whom ironically was born on the same day as he was, and also with whom, shared the same initials!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, if we meet up (better action than talk now), it will be 10 years since we last saw each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words to Chee Chien...bless you my friend. Thank you for all the lovely memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113116889285983628?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113116889285983628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113116889285983628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113116889285983628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113116889285983628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/11/chee-chien.html' title='Chee Chien'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113094655633447626</id><published>2005-11-02T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:49:16.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furlough</title><content type='html'>It is my first time ever, so it gotta be special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first day, I socialized with  Jing Jing, Kah Kheng, William, and Catherine on MSN back to back almost the entire daytime.  Went to Anna's to have dinner together.  She made Green Curry wonderfully and I watched Alias for the first time ever in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to leave my cave and venture out.  I went as far as Yuen Long!!! Reapplied my HK identity card which got stolen in May.  Was happy that there wasnt a long queue and was able to get it over with in 20 mins.  The last time I applied an ID card, I had to wait outside the door 2 hours before the office was opened.  I brought my yarn and knitted the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of yarn, I saw some cool ones out but didn't get any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Caryl and Anna over for dinner tonight.  Interestingly, they were both boasting about their inability to throw up, which I pretty much can't relate to because I am a non bullimic frequent barfer.  Well, I guess one day when they get pregnant and have morning sickness.....oh boy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113094655633447626?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113094655633447626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113094655633447626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113094655633447626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113094655633447626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/11/furlough.html' title='Furlough'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113068682553172780</id><published>2005-10-30T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T23:40:25.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Snelgrove</title><content type='html'>Currently he is pastoring the Vine, the church I am attending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like him a lot.  This morning in his preaching/teaching, he quoted people like J.B. Phillips, C.K. Chesterton, C.S. Lewis...etc.  WOW.  Besides being very detailed and resourceful in his teachings, he has a great sense of humor too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is indeed my favorite preacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....another thing, his co-pastor Tony Read quoted Henri Nouwen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love people that source great Christian literature.  They are so humble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113068682553172780?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113068682553172780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113068682553172780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113068682553172780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113068682553172780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/10/john-snelgrove.html' title='John Snelgrove'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-113049979004048693</id><published>2005-10-28T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T19:43:35.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things taken for granted</title><content type='html'>I have never appreciated my well functioning keyboard (on my laptop) this much before. Today, there were three times for unknown reasons, 6 letters and 2 numbers did not respond to my input. I havent figured out why...(bird flu perhaps????) Anyway that was enough to make me unable to login to my emails and so on. And thus, render this machine useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty sometimes stresses me. Not to say just now, when I restarted my computer, scary messages like error on some system files that needed to be repaired came out. But then, the machine seems to function ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This laptop certainly needs to be fixed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK, I almost smoked you a HELP signal for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-113049979004048693?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/113049979004048693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=113049979004048693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113049979004048693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/113049979004048693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-taken-for-granted.html' title='Things taken for granted'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-112995333942634569</id><published>2005-10-22T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:47:17.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Human Truly God</title><content type='html'>When I saw Zoe's post on the title. I know she has been reading the book we are both obsessed with. In fact we are obsessed with the same dude...err, i mean Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned quite a while ago in my blog that I discovered myself more attracted to his humanity than his deity. These thoughts still lingered on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all powerful one decided to become like me. This is such an understatement. I dont suppose being God who became a human being, he didnt need his mommy to take care of him, to teach him how to talk, to give him a hug when he hurt himself, change his poopy diaper etc. I dont suppose he wasnt tempted to tell lies, fight back when he was being picked on, or use his superpowers to impress his friends...you know, being God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont suppose he lived his life without struggle. The staff studied on the Temptation of Jesus just yesterday on bible study. I believed it wasnt just an isolated event, pondering on the nature of the tempatation itself. Basically Satan was testing him, if he could really be a human without sin, without using his divine powers, without cheating. The temptation didnt just end at the desert. It was an ongoing struggle throughout his ministry, even until the very last moment in Gethsemane, it was evident. Jesus was vulnerable. He struggled but I know he never gave in. In fact he was very open with his struggle. He asked his disciples to pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God asked his disciples to pray for him. (Doesnt that blow your mind away?) He needed their support, even when the spirituality of his disciples were questionable then. He was humble. Real. Down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there are lots of people who love and worship men who CANNOT be gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I naturally love my God  who CAN be a human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-112995333942634569?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/112995333942634569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=112995333942634569&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/112995333942634569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/112995333942634569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/10/truly-human-truly-god.html' title='Truly Human Truly God'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-112946108629907891</id><published>2005-10-16T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T19:11:26.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiscriminate Ramblings</title><content type='html'>While Neek's emotions are still stuck in Gaza (since August), today I was pleasantly surprised by some early Christmas gifts. Caryl got me a Lorie Line Christmas CD to thank me for taking care of her apartment while she was away, a book "Sacred Pathways", by Gary L Thomas and Hanes white shirts for Christmas along with a pair of socks which she wouldn't wear because they are too .....(cant remember the word she used). How funny I thought, only if I could stuff all the loots into those socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to have Caryl back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to church with the Bertrands this morning. Tammy told us a wild story. This morning, for no reason Craig grabbed her hand and bit on it while he was in the middle of his sleep. Tammy said his eyes were opened but he wasnt responding to her. Kinda scary. She still has the bite mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig treated us lunch, so that was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Fortress to check out iPod Nanos and found out that all of the nanos had been recalled by Apple.  Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff is planning to go to the Disneyland sometime next week or so.   Apparently there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; tickets for sale contrary to the popular belief that it has been sold out till Feb.  The only rumor remaining now is that I am bringing a giant mouse trap and cheese.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-112946108629907891?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/112946108629907891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=112946108629907891&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/112946108629907891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/112946108629907891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/10/indiscriminate-ramblings.html' title='Indiscriminate Ramblings'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-112921106133768960</id><published>2005-10-13T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:44:21.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priority</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is patient&lt;br /&gt;Love is kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not envy&lt;br /&gt;It does not boast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not rude&lt;br /&gt;It is not self-seeking&lt;br /&gt;It is not easily angered&lt;br /&gt;It keeps no record of wrongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love does not delight in evil&lt;br /&gt;But rejoices with the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ALWAYS PROTECTS&lt;br /&gt;    ALWAYS TRUSTS&lt;br /&gt;    ALWAYS HOPES&lt;br /&gt;    ALWAYS PERSEVERES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;I Cor 13 v4-7 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-112921106133768960?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/112921106133768960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=112921106133768960&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/112921106133768960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/112921106133768960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/10/priority_13.html' title='Priority'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-112912598707162109</id><published>2005-10-12T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:41:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair and other things</title><content type='html'>Ok. I've got mixed responses regarding my hairy legs. No, it is not a life choice. It is simply FREEDOM. I am still loved the same degree (by people that I care). But I will choose to shave it for the sake of Caryl who might struggle seeing this condition, who is coming back tonight. Because of love and not wanting to be a stumbling block, I submit myself to the goodwill of my sister in the Lord. Does it sound like a good principle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in YWAM can be quite interesing. I have been in YWAM for almost 2 years now. If each task that I am doing here represents a song. Then they are all like being loaded on iPod Shuffle. One day I could be preaching the gospel in slum areas in North India, or cooking three-flavored chicken for lunch, or getting a word of knowledge for a student, or burning old accounting records all day long, or going to the train station two times in a day to pick up guests, yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the first time I had someone over to the Lighthouse since the FEETers left. I made Anna her favorite rendang. We will have that for lunch again tomorrow! Anna is soooooooo great. She is the only westerner I know of that loves Durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 12...today is such an interesting day for Nancy, Anna, and myself. We started our period!!! All three of us girls that are here now...talk about unity and insyncness. If you feel like we are a cult here, I dont blame you. Just go with the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angeline2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/320/angeline2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-112912598707162109?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/112912598707162109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=112912598707162109&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/112912598707162109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/112912598707162109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/10/hair-and-other-things.html' title='Hair and other things'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10502408.post-112886543219467905</id><published>2005-10-09T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:27:34.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>Those who know me, know how well I am obsessed with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the perfect texture, thickness, and quality, it is shedding everywhere in an unbelievable rate! People have a love-hate relationship with my hair. They like how soft it looks and feels (even Joe, at one time couldnt resist playing with my hair!!!!!!), but dreaded the amount I left on the floor of the bathroom, kitchen, living room, stairs, bedroom, worship room, staff lounge, library, and in food (NO!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rate of it's growth seems a lot higher during summer months. Now it is at the waist length again. My bangs have grown too that now I have to peg them sideways so that I dont walk into walls and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hair growth, the ones on my legs have almost curled up. The last time I shaved was in August(I think). I now probably need to get an extra blade to take them out. How I wish they could just fall off by itself too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, life is never easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10502408-112886543219467905?l=changesarepossible.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/feeds/112886543219467905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10502408&amp;postID=112886543219467905&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/112886543219467905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10502408/posts/default/112886543219467905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changesarepossible.blogspot.com/2005/10/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>angeline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/815/1600/angelineformyspace.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
