<?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-906788321596520170</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:08:07.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><subtitle type='html'>colours!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-8770438175426175004</id><published>2009-09-15T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:40:16.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CozyCot Holy Grail Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MzA3NTg1MDk3OSZwdD*xMjUzMDc1OTk4NDIyJnA9NzE3MzUxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImbz*4NmY5YzYwNzJlMmM*ZjNkOGQ5ZTE2OTVjMTA3OGIyZiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://nf.cozycot.com/f/widgethg.swf" width="300" height="399"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://nf.cozycot.com/f/widgethg.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-8770438175426175004?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8770438175426175004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=8770438175426175004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8770438175426175004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8770438175426175004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2009/09/cozycot-holy-grail-party.html' title='CozyCot Holy Grail Party'/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-6563215973769337876</id><published>2009-07-18T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:45:29.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every single CCH service just brings tears to my eyes. I was the only one crying like a kid amidst everyone yesterday. The picture that was in my eyes sank to my heart and it became something so rooted in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes and I saw Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel from CCH.&lt;br /&gt;Although I could only see his side and his back, something inside of him attracted me and drawn me so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;It was his hunger and passion for God. It was the brokenness inside of him... it was his genuine simple faith....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought tears to my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I look around more, I saw Keith who was sitting next to me. He was so restless throughout the whole time, but once when we stood to our feet, it was as if something inside of him was ignited... he just stayed quiet, focused and attentive the whole time! I was amazed, stunned, and most of all, in awe of what God has done in this little heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children can experience God. Children can know God. Children can understand the principles of God...&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-6563215973769337876?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6563215973769337876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=6563215973769337876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6563215973769337876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6563215973769337876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-single-cch-service-just-brings.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-8919878198092491359</id><published>2009-06-12T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:31:18.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let your mind connect to your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind + Heart + Spirit = Power...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-8919878198092491359?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8919878198092491359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=8919878198092491359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8919878198092491359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8919878198092491359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-your-mind-connect-to-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-877426885731902466</id><published>2009-05-30T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:56:40.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being in the right place at the right time brings forth much power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way home, and God just spoke softly into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And He brought me to an overwhelming amazement all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me how many of the people whom I know personally in church are placed in the right places, and how each of them are glorifying God and how God's power is continually, consistently being exhibited in where these people are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as God brings many faces into my mind, and as each face flashes past,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was filled with warmth and what can I do... but to thank God for such great Pastors and church....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ministry moulds people, Church builds people, People change the world...&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, I'M COMING BACK TO SERVE !!!!! FINALLY !!! woohoo! Thanks Pastors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-877426885731902466?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/877426885731902466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=877426885731902466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/877426885731902466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/877426885731902466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-in-right-place-at-right-time.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-7129934148640539659</id><published>2009-05-02T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:03:12.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God always has a way to your heart. In a way most unexpected or expected.&lt;br /&gt;He just has His ways to get to the core of your being, the core of your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I come into His presence, I am real and I am humbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps Lia prayed today, and it was overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;3 people has asked me what is my ministry within 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;It always brings a bitter sweet feeling, a picture that was faded, and a empty unknown revelation of the future each time I talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This point in my life, probably the first time when I do not feel God giving out clear cut instructions about the next stage of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As uncertain as I am, I will have to choose, and make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fearful and doubtful of going back to where I dropped my weapon... I will choose to pick what I dropped..The exact same place where I committed myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, teach me, and give me the strength to pick up the weapon all over again....&lt;br /&gt;For You've taught me so many battles, and brought me to so many victories in my own life within the last one year.... Oh God, prepare me and bring me back as and when You feel I'm ready....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-7129934148640539659?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7129934148640539659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=7129934148640539659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7129934148640539659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7129934148640539659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-always-has-way-to-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-2935677690305431957</id><published>2009-04-23T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:05:26.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man! im so stressed now that nothing can ever go into my mind anymore! thats bad! hahas...&lt;br /&gt;exams are really coming, and im dreading it! Nobody loves exams isn't it!&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to get it over and done with. And done with, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides exams, there are still many random thoughts here and there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking that, sometimes people really do not need you to inspire them with stories.&lt;br /&gt;You know what is the real kind of inspiration that will really really inspire people for life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the way you lead your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont need to offer a story, a preaching, or even anything cool to get them inspired!&lt;br /&gt;Just focus on building yourself, and people will be inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories and sermons will be forgotten. But its the way you lead your own life, and the little things that you make the special effort to do that inspires people most. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I realised that you will become who you are inspired by, and what you are inspired by.&lt;br /&gt;And I am wondering, what exactly am I inspired by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, econs is really making my hair white! Pls pray for me if you happen to chance about this! ;D your prayers will be greatly appreciated. And I will definitely be able to feel it. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Oh, but Ps Don says that my husband will pray for me.... haha....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-2935677690305431957?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2935677690305431957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=2935677690305431957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2935677690305431957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2935677690305431957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-man-im-so-stressed-now-that-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-5875482199635116541</id><published>2009-04-17T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:14:43.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister in law just gave birth yesterday, and when I saw the baby, I felt so many thoughts in my mind, so many emotions in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I teared as I stood in amazement of God. I was so amazed how a little life can be formed. I guess you won't really understand how I feel until one day, you see a 'raw' baby being pushed out of the operation theatres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion and desire overwhelmed my heart as I looked at the baby intently. Passion and desire to teach him the ways of God, hopes that he will become a great man of God....&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the feelings and thoughts, I felt inadequate. Inadequate in teaching him.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that I'm not yet a mother. And thank God for still constantly teaching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my walk home from the bus stop all the time. That is probably the favourite part of the day. It would always be at night, and I just love the feeling of being alone at times.&lt;br /&gt;The short 10-15 mins allow my mind to wander, and think of things of life... Thinking about my day, and what I should learn about life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being away from the crowd feels good at times.&lt;br /&gt;Love aloneness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, exams are coming, and Im feeling stressed! Ugh! hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do well.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-5875482199635116541?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5875482199635116541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=5875482199635116541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5875482199635116541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5875482199635116541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sister-in-law-just-gave-birth.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1875402207915271377</id><published>2009-03-30T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:05:25.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world! It has been such a longgg time since I last blogged. I wonder if people are still silently reading my blog entries. But that's not important! Hahas. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I was just wondering how has everyone been! What's been happening in your lives... when's the last time you guys had a good laugh together... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been good. No matter what happens, life is still good, and God is still great.&lt;br /&gt;I bought 3 books from Tecman recently. It's exciting going Tecman with me! I can show you everything that's interesting and I will make you read books here and there with me.&lt;br /&gt;(: Tecman is a good place. If you have no where to go for 1 hour plus, and you do not feel like shopping or doing work, go tecman! Hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are around the corner... and working life kind of awaits me... Not really THAT looking forward to it. But I'll just have to learn to embrace life as it comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working out relationships with people around me... really really learning the art of communication. Good communication never ever comes by chance. It always takes EXTRA effort to make things happen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are observant and open enough, you'll realise that there are SOOO many inspiring people around you! I was sooo inspired by various individuals recently.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I am not just merely inspired by them, but I am more amazed at how God works in each one of us. How He created each one of us to be so different, so talented in very different areas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet, there can be harmony and unity.&lt;br /&gt;and yet, there can so much love and understanding..... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, learn to look at the bigger picture, and see the God behind people's lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been catching up on my BRP... I almost missed my station today when I was reading the bible on the way home! It just gets more exciting as you read the OT... It's like following a war film, and yearning for the long awaited victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People from the OT inspires me, motivates me, and challenges me.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel my faith stretching as I look deeper into the Word as I imagine myself to be at their situation. Most of the time, I think I would have given up, cried for help, or just ran away.&lt;br /&gt;That's when I am constantly reminded of how powerful God is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRP is good, catch up if you are lagging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, thats whats my life been about recently...&lt;br /&gt;Studying.... working out relationships.... Being inspired and challenged... Loving God and His Word....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about yours! Haha.... no matter what, just live everyday to the fullest... Live each day to the best of your calling.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1875402207915271377?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1875402207915271377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1875402207915271377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1875402207915271377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1875402207915271377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world-it-has-been-such-longgg.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1826816681465379497</id><published>2009-02-21T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:47:49.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you.&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and You made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew who you are, since the day i stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1826816681465379497?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1826816681465379497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1826816681465379497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1826816681465379497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1826816681465379497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-8047739176797939043</id><published>2009-02-01T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:44:25.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 1030am today.&lt;br /&gt;I opened up my eyes, and instinctly took out my mp3 and started the list of worship songs.&lt;br /&gt;I laid there, on my bed, and started to talk to God..&lt;br /&gt;And tears started to flow out and God taught me things and reassured me things which was on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much knowledge about many things around me, and many things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know any theories, marxist, communists etc.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I am not very convicted by any of them. Not a strong believer in that area..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are two things which I am very convicted in my life&lt;br /&gt;That is, God is real, and God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid there and thought about many many things...&lt;br /&gt;And I am convicted to just be sold out to these 2 convictions of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago,  I had been seeking God about what does He want me to achieve in 09.&lt;br /&gt;For the past 08, it was to protect my gifting and guarding my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, its to be Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Christian may sound so easy and simple.. but I think, even for myself, as a  4 year old Christian, soaked in the atmosphere,culture and teaching of hoGc, it seems to be still quite a difficult thing to do at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Christian, means staying simple, keeping purity, obedience..... and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is just totally random. It's 12:42pm, and I'm still sitting on my bed, listening to that list of worship songs, not yet brushed my teeth..... typing out whats on my heart.... and listening to more thats within my heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those days, when you know that you're just going to spend the bulk of the day at home, just with one person alone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-8047739176797939043?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8047739176797939043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=8047739176797939043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8047739176797939043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8047739176797939043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-woke-up-at-1030am-today.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-728438576881908292</id><published>2009-01-08T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:28:46.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amazed at 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ups,&lt;br /&gt;Downs,&lt;br /&gt;Dry lands,&lt;br /&gt;Valleys of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of death,&lt;br /&gt;Rivers of life,&lt;br /&gt;Glory of God,&lt;br /&gt;Purification of Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;Grace, Mercy and love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;Soul mates,&lt;br /&gt;Lovers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, and thank you for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;2009, is.... beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to draw me out of the deep oceans when I'm drowning...&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to do what it takes to stretch and test my faith...&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to amaze me with your grace and mercy upon my life...&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to show me love through the people around me...&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to do a deeper work in me, which no one else can see...&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to show me what it takes to dream, and what it means to dream big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never fail, never ever failed before. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving God, more than ever before.. more than I ever did yesterday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-728438576881908292?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/728438576881908292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=728438576881908292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/728438576881908292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/728438576881908292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2009/01/amazed-at-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-6859363883887540656</id><published>2008-12-12T05:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:31:03.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking at how each and every one of you has grown over the past few months brings a smile in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never regretted every single decision that I've made.&lt;br /&gt;Some had been wrong, but it's wrong for a purpose, for me to know God a little better, for me to know myself a little more.&lt;br /&gt;Some had been right, but those are the decisions that hurt the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, as I look at every one of you from the valley that I'm in, I cannot help but to let out a sigh of relief, happiness and anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire for all of you is to know God a little better, get a little closer to God each day, and to understand God's hand upon your life at every season that you are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of Christianity, is to take yourself out of where you are, and look at things from a larger and more magnificient perpsective....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that, and I've learnt that so much better now... Seek strength from within, and you shall find strength...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-6859363883887540656?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6859363883887540656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=6859363883887540656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6859363883887540656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6859363883887540656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-at-how-each-and-every-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-4349460612986882262</id><published>2008-11-17T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:59:13.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Radicalism comes from the heart. I was walking home just now, and talking to God about my life. And I realised that radicalism is not really about how many times you appear in church, not about how many ministries you are in, and not even about how much you serve God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a silent yet strong inner conviction of your heart that says&lt;br /&gt;'even when the sky falls, I will never ever doubt the fact that God is real in my life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never fair. But thank God for the fact that He is just.&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a chance, I will still tell you with all my heart that I love my life, and I love the God of my life even more. More than I ever did yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving God is simply not enough...&lt;br /&gt;Many people can say that they love God. But few pressed on to the next level of radicalism...&lt;br /&gt;What about you ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-4349460612986882262?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4349460612986882262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=4349460612986882262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4349460612986882262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4349460612986882262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/11/radicalism-comes-from-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-3594836357912537032</id><published>2008-10-29T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:01:39.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! Sometimes chemistry is just soooo important in any relationship!&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at how some people know exactly what I am going to say even before I could say it out !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry makes the relationship closer,deeper, and more fun! (: Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of studying, making deeper relationships, Christine is still loving God, loving life, loving you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-3594836357912537032?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3594836357912537032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=3594836357912537032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/3594836357912537032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/3594836357912537032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-sometimes-chemistry-is-just-soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-5987725501124512269</id><published>2008-10-20T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:19:55.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I don't know about you, but sometimes the small things in life do disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly, it's the details of life that upsets me the most... and yet, it's the details of life that often makes my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigger things do get to me, but I've come to a revelation and realization that big things will have big solutions, and it just takes you to take one deep breath to get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, it is truly the smaller things in life that leaves behind thoughts that never seem to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the train few days back, on my way to somewhere ( I forgot where), and my eyes caught sight of a pair of shoes. It wasn't exactly a pair of very eye catching shoes, it wasn't the Pedro shoes or Beetlebug shoes that are fashionable and classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simply just a pair of old, a little worn out brown shoes, which are a little too big for that pair of feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't take my eyes off that.&lt;br /&gt;I traced the pair of shoes to the owner. I couldn't remember much about him and his features. But the only thing I can remember is that he looked a little lifeless, a little tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might have laughed it off, or just ignored that matter.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I don't really know why, but the whole picture I saw meant alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, if I could, I want to buy a pair of shoes for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may say that I'm assuming for another person again. Maybe what he needs is not shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving people does not take you to know all about them.&lt;br /&gt;You just need to open your eyes bigger, and fill in those needs that you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving God, loving people, loving life......&lt;br /&gt;And loving the man who looked a little tired with shoes are a little too big for his feet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-5987725501124512269?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5987725501124512269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=5987725501124512269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5987725501124512269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5987725501124512269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-i-dont-know-about-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-5642651823652637917</id><published>2008-10-18T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:34:57.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Knowing the status of your heart and embracing that status is a very powerful skill that anyone can learn in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, some people do not know the status of their hearts. They seem to be always rushing through life, rushing through things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at times, some people tend to know the status of their heart, but tends to put in at the back of their mind, and not embrace and deal with that particular status if it is not a healthy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls do not be dense to think that I'm talking about the health status of your heart. I know you won't. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It often amazes me to find out the status of my heart. Because through that, you learn something new about yourself. Things that perhaps sometimes you never thought about at all.&lt;br /&gt;It's exciting, yet a little frightening at times because you know that there are certain things in your heart that is not good, and not of God's standards. As unpleasant as it may be, you just have to deal with it, but be glad that you do not have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did when I reached home was to bathe, settle down, took out my bible and started reading. But I ended up on my usual spot, worshipping God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't laid down by anything that bothers me, nor was I troubled by someone.&lt;br /&gt;It was out of sheer passion that caused that. It wasn't even the passion for worship, or passion to get things out of Him. It was just simply a passion for intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has encounters with God. Everyone in church have at least moments which they each cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is the intimacy with God that marks a man or a woman out from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you talk to somebody next time, do not just look at the person's actions or content of conversation. Learn to take a closer look to one's heart next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving my heart away, once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-5642651823652637917?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5642651823652637917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=5642651823652637917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5642651823652637917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5642651823652637917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/10/knowing-status-of-your-heart-and.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-5901458263926333362</id><published>2008-10-11T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:34:37.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to blog about this thought in my mind since few weeks ago, but never really had the chance to get down to doing it until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking that I'm going to stay extravagant in praise for my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to jump, shout, smile, dance, swing, lift my hands for the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people would minimize their form of praises to just clapping and singing as they grow older. Some may not be used to it, some may be too embarressed to jump, or some just cannot be bother. Or perhaps, there are even some who think that jumping is child's play. They are grown ups and should behave like grown ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is one thing in my life which I will never trade anything in the world for. Praise and worship is of great importance in my life, an important element which cannot be taken away so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followship is not just about getting the heart. Most of the time, all you have to do is to follow the actions, and you'll find yourself in a greater platform for greater growth in your life for there is a flow that is to be only seen with your unseen eyes flowing into your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastors jump. So do I.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-5901458263926333362?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5901458263926333362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=5901458263926333362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5901458263926333362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5901458263926333362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-wanting-to-blog-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-5695983797179653803</id><published>2008-10-10T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:42:23.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im doing some research for my econs essay now, and I'm almost dying!!!&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to write about the ongoing financial crisis in the world now. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Lehman Brothers Holdings Inc.... Subprime....Credit crisis....Bear Stearns...Fannie Mae.. Freddie Mac... UBS... HSBC....Citibank...Stocks...Speculation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, all these terms are bombarding my head !!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start on my essay soon, but I'm still thinking of the first sentence to mark that grand opening. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;ESSAYS ESSAYS ESSAYS.&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of all,&lt;br /&gt;GOD GOD GOD! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving God above all, with all my heart,strength,mind.&lt;br /&gt;And also, loving you who are always on my mind and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-5695983797179653803?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5695983797179653803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=5695983797179653803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5695983797179653803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5695983797179653803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-doing-some-research-for-my-econs.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-4259988089341189797</id><published>2008-10-06T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:24:13.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think there are many boundaries in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Boundaries that I drew up for myself out of my own convictions.&lt;br /&gt;Boundaries that may seem foolish and silly to the people outside.&lt;br /&gt;Boundaries which people can never understand, even if they give their life to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say the word ' understand', I do not just mean understanding the reasonings and my heart behind these boundaries. Because I think that is pretty easy to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;When I say 'understand', I mean understanding my entire being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boundaries which flowed out of the core of my heart and spirit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to this day, I've been thinking about certain issues of life... Minor issues, but of which such issues speak volumes about the way you perceive things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may think that im stubborn, or to put it in a nicer manner, some people use the word ' passionate'. Whichever word it is, I admit it. I am a pretty stubborn person. Thus passionate about the things which I fall totally in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that one day these boundaries will be crossed and must be crossed.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess they will not be so, until I can put my trust in a person, who is willing to draw up boundaries just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody once told me that trust is something that comes from the heart. Agreed totally.&lt;br /&gt;But I think in the process of building up trust for a person, it really isn't all about love.&lt;br /&gt;In the process of building up trust, there must be actions. I must know that you of all people are worth me putting in trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you trust that Christine will never get herself drank in a pub ?&lt;br /&gt;Because you know her value system, and because you know the essence of her being, and because you know her actions and reactions when it comes to such matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is if you've known Christine for a really long time, long enough to know her character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about for a person who hasn't known Christine for as long as you did ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think the person will have some doubts. Does Christine really not drink until she's drank ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person wouldn't really believe, until he/she goes with Christine to a pub one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logical enough ? Hmm. If you're a logics kinda person, maybe you would once again rebutt my POV with logics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for once, let's just put logic aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being convicted by logic is such a weak thing. Its of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten that the Spirit rules the mind ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person very attracted to logics. If you're a logical person, you attract me. Woohoo! That means you're attractive to me.&lt;br /&gt;But, you need to be humble and spiritual enough to see the Spirit side of issues which I offer you.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't do that, you're no longer attractive to me. For you are too proud and too ruled by your logical mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use God to explain logic. Not the other way round boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-4259988089341189797?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4259988089341189797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=4259988089341189797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4259988089341189797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4259988089341189797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-there-are-many-boundaries-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-998617548819081124</id><published>2008-10-04T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:48:23.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though loud, I appreciate quietness at times.&lt;br /&gt;Was heading home today with some of the G zone people and others, and all I wanted was few moments of silence.. not that I want to think about alot of things, but just that, I needed some time to myself and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling time are the best, especially in the night. I like the stillness of the night, and the feeling of embracing the bright morning glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jovi from CCH was amazing today. I literally saw how he grew ever since I helped out with CCH that time. He used to be really naughty, and can't really express his passion for God...&lt;br /&gt;But today he amazed me with his passion and desire to know God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was with me while going home. He insisted that I sat next to him, which I did. (:&lt;br /&gt;I felt loved by him.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him what did he learn during CCH, and he looked at me, drinking his icy soya, and didn't respond much.&lt;br /&gt;So I thought that he didn't hear me right. So I asked again.&lt;br /&gt;This time, he continued to look at me, and continued to drink his icy soya.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to stop my questions. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after that, he opened his bag and dug out his blue notepad, flipping a few pages, and read out ' we will grow when we are stretched.'&lt;br /&gt;And he told me that that is the title of the the sermon for CCH today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, and I knew in my heart that this little guy did not ignore my question. But he was trying to recall what was being taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him what he was going to do when he gets home. I guessed sleeping, watching tv. Which were all wrong. So I guessed playing computer games. Which I got right.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and laughed, and told him to why not read through the CCH notes at night.&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me again, kept a little silent, and said with all the passion he could gather for God..&lt;br /&gt;He said 'I think I should read through now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we read his notes together, on the train... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all.&lt;br /&gt;Was watching him today while he was playing some game on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;When asked to type in a name for the character, he typed ' Jesus.'&lt;br /&gt;A normal kid of his age would have typed in his own name.&lt;br /&gt;But he typed in what is of great importance to him, someone who holds a place in his heart. Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, You never fail to amaze me in the way you work in people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you can learn to see the little things in life, and appreciate them with your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-998617548819081124?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/998617548819081124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=998617548819081124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/998617548819081124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/998617548819081124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/10/though-loud-i-appreciate-quietness-at.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-8981939889281813718</id><published>2008-10-01T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:40:58.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SURPRISE! (:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves surprises isn't it ! I love them to the core.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I last received a real surprise, as in... SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;I was at Franky's today with the rest studying, and Somie ( one of the waitress in the cafe) surprised me with a frappe, saying that its for me! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How loved I felt !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprises, no matter how small it is always brightens up another person's day.&lt;br /&gt;Keep surprising the people around yooo! Little things always go the extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days I've been thinking that I'm really blessed with wonderful friends. Wonderful friends who protect and love with before self. Though sometimes they are so irritating, asking me not to laugh or talk so loud, and also how they would tease me about certain things.. I must still say that they are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had farewell dinner with Boris and many many others.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Fifi calling me babyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Dexter drew me and Darren, who has gone deaf from my loudness.&lt;br /&gt;Esmonde requesting Dexter to draw me on his homework&lt;br /&gt;Boris Jiaxin Joyce and I communicating in Canto&lt;br /&gt;Joyce chua trying to figure out whats going on in the chinese ghost movie&lt;br /&gt;Spending forever to choose desserts&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can describe to you properly how fun it was.&lt;br /&gt;Fun, retarded, stupid, crazy as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, are for life! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, it's been a longggggg time since I've felt so at ease and comfortable with this bunch of people whom I grow up with since the beginning of time... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love God, love people, love life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-8981939889281813718?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8981939889281813718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=8981939889281813718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8981939889281813718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8981939889281813718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/10/surprise-everyone-loves-surprises-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-7209328849221098711</id><published>2008-09-28T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:47:42.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently living out my future!&lt;br /&gt;While most people dread their future, I can shout at the top of my lungs that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM EXCITED,&lt;br /&gt; I AM IN LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;I AM PASSIONATE,&lt;br /&gt;I AM BELIEVING,&lt;br /&gt;I AM EMBRACING&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M LIVING OUT MY FUTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have dreams about their future, and yea, they are having faith for it.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think having faith and being excited about it is enough.&lt;br /&gt;You can have faith and be excited for growth too.&lt;br /&gt;However the term FUTURE speaks of a bigger and broader dimension, and a new layer of your life which you are going to enter very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to see, embrace, and most importantly, LIVE IT OUT !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-7209328849221098711?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7209328849221098711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=7209328849221098711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7209328849221098711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7209328849221098711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-currently-living-out-my-future-while.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-2807069384493879383</id><published>2008-09-25T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:59:31.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning and snuggled in my bed for 5 more minutes. And I did alot within that short 5 minutes that seemed to have lasted forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the song ' love of my life' by CHC Kids. And I worshipped God in my heart, on my bed. I thanked God for being who He is. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those mornings that you know that your day will turn out well, because you had first entrusted the day into God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been making a point to start the day not with thoughts of what's going to happen later in the day, or with somebody's good morning sms etc. All these can come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to start your day right with God. It starts with the moment you open your eyes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone times are good. I love it when its the first few minutes into the start of my day, and the last few minutes when I end my day on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving my mornings all to myself and You. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-2807069384493879383?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2807069384493879383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=2807069384493879383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2807069384493879383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2807069384493879383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/09/woke-up-this-morning-and-snuggled-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-2328275427981274500</id><published>2008-09-23T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:17:56.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 2:11am now and it's the best time of the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;I get the experience the silence in the whole entire nation, and the cool breeze blowing across my face as I'm typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My itunes now playing 'You reign', like almost the best song to play in the middle of such unearthly hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something broke my heart today. I could hear my heart being crushed, and I looked at the guy with those eyes I would look at a person without a destiny or life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him on the bus today, and we talked, he shared more than I could ever receive as a new friend, and the more he shared, the more my heart broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has such a wonderful big dream for God, but he doesn't have the passion and faith to even see it come to pass. He commented 'the dream is so far from reality.'&lt;br /&gt;I said a resounding 'no' into his spirit, hopefully he caught it in his spirit too.&lt;br /&gt;I told him that it shall and it will surely come to past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left, and I'm left thinking to myself that I'm so blessed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;With a great vision, not just merely knowing that it shall come to past, but living it out with my everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;Living my life according to the vision that is so etched to the core of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vision alone will not keep you going.&lt;br /&gt;It's the passion and convictions behind that vision that will keep you running, running and running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart breakers, remember that it shall surely, surely come to past.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in visions and dreams. I believe in the One who will make it come to past....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep running, keep loving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-2328275427981274500?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2328275427981274500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=2328275427981274500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2328275427981274500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2328275427981274500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-211am-now-and-its-best-time-of.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-2747521283451486356</id><published>2008-09-20T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:36:01.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure what to blog about today. Just wanted to blog something down because its been quite a long time since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to summarize this week in 1 word, i think that word would be 'Intimate'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, I would be placed in such situations. I wished you could have been in my dining room that day. The presence of God was so strong, so still, so power. It surrounded my whole being, my whole heart. And I cried and cried in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can relate to what Pst shared in service today. First 10 mins into a movie, and tears started to flow. These kind of things always happen to me. On the bus, in the theatres, in school, at home etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls do not get the idea that I read the bible for half hour everyday or worship or pray for 1 hour each day. Sorry to disappoint you, but I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, my relationship with God is always so intimate and close.&lt;br /&gt;It's as if all my senses are ultra sensitive to the presence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it comes with the way I think about things.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about God, and seeing things with those unseen eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't start to tell you how much God means in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;So much so that I'm always ready to put marriage away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I love God more than I ever did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And same goes out to you. Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-2747521283451486356?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2747521283451486356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=2747521283451486356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2747521283451486356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2747521283451486356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-not-really-sure-what-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-750624592007240423</id><published>2008-09-13T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:12:51.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well loved. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for such a home like this. Thank you for being you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for something called CHURCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached church at 9plus in the morning today.&lt;br /&gt;And sitting at one corner just reading my stuff, occasionally for every few minutes lifting my head and saying hi to people, looking at all the new faces, spying with my little eyes at different people around me, having ministry trainings etc simply amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It double, triple amazes me at how some people are still around. But it grieves my heart at how some people are no longer around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say about this, it just happens. A personal choice to each their own destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Success. Indeed attractive and luring. But I choose significance. Significance, priceless and precious. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, and no matter how, my heart still goes out for you.&lt;br /&gt;And you are always in my mind, almost all the time. Love you, very much.&lt;br /&gt;And I sincerely hope that you choose again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-750624592007240423?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/750624592007240423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=750624592007240423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/750624592007240423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/750624592007240423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-4720405450563028382</id><published>2008-09-12T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:50:06.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm soooooo in love with the song ' Freedom' by CCC lately. I can just put it on repeat mode and never get sick and tired of it. The lyrics of that song is just way too mind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;If you do not have that song, go get it into your phone/ipod. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Jiayi off today, and hopped onto Cherie's car for a lift home. It was great, had a great fun time with her parents. We shared almost all the lame and retarded jokes that we had.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, amidst of the fun, I sensed a great desire in each of their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quiet but yet loud desire that is waiting for a suitable opportunity and situation to come bursting out. And, to all, it was the same desire. But sadly to sad, this desire was not exactly the best thing to be voiced out. Almost the most awkward thing I guess. I felt a tinge of saddness overwhelm my heart just than in the car. Laughing, but yet the saddness swept past me like a soft blowing wind. And more laughters filled the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was waiting at Paya lebar. And again, Jiaxin and I came to the same conclusion about things. So cool how sometimes people just get each other. Same thing happened in Cherie's car. Cherie commented something half way, and I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's chemistry I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believed in my heart that chemistry can be built. A relationship can be built. But all upon one clause. It's that it must come with the willingness of both parties. If it is single sided, then I'll tell you that it will almost never work out the way you're imagining it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, things written above sounded a little heavy isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Rinnah's birthday and Dawn's birthday. Had a little short funny convo with Pst. Can't wait for Rinnah to grow up, loving, knowing and serving God as passionately or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people's birthdays are just so etched upon your hearts. Just certain dates which no longer just represent numbers. They tend to mean alot more, much more. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin Tin, nah. Let's change it to Christine, Rinnah dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-4720405450563028382?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4720405450563028382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=4720405450563028382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4720405450563028382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4720405450563028382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-soooooo-in-love-with-song-freedom-by.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1283515573466487248</id><published>2008-09-07T04:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T05:16:15.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was at the airport sending dear Bryan Yee off and I was totally appalled by somethings that I saw. Observant as I've always been, I caught some stuff with my little eyes amidst all the mess and fun at the airport that night. I almost couldn't believe what I saw. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, Jiaxin shared a really funny joke which sent all the tables laughing their heads off. Here goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Char Siew Bao and a plain Bao went for a movie. After the movie, Char Siew Bao cried, but the plain Bao didn't. Why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans : Because Char Siew Bao has FILLINGS (Feelings. Just in case you cannot catch it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then Char Siew Bao and Tao Sa Bao went for a movie. After the movie, Tao Sa Bao laughed, but Char Siew Bao cried. Why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans : Because they have different fillings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Char Siew Bao and Da Rou Bao went for a movie. After which, Da Rou Bao cried like mad, but Char Siew Bao merely teared. Why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans : Because Da Rou Bao has extra fillings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this time, Char Siew Bao and Lian Rong Bao went for a movie. Lian Rong Bao came out crying, but Char Siew Bao didn't cry. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans : Because this is the FORTH time Char Siew Bao is watching the movie dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I laughed like crazy at this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why people are so afraid to come to church.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it good to get your character changed, mindset renewed, have a great bunch of funny,retarded,reliable friends whom you grow up with ? Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, we're not those boring people who ONLY talk about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not afraid to tell you that I love God, I love church and I love these people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1283515573466487248?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1283515573466487248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1283515573466487248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1283515573466487248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1283515573466487248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-i-was-at-airport-sending-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-5237935568137827496</id><published>2008-09-02T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T05:11:06.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody commented that my blog is very deep! So I've decided to change my style of writing for this time! (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually feeling quite tired now... most probably due to the bad sleeping patterns I've been having. I'll always wake up in the middle of the night, and not being able to have a good sound sleep through the whole night till morning. And the thing is that when I sit up in the middle of the night, my mind would be wide awake. That's like the worst thing.&lt;br /&gt;Resting your body, but your mind is still as active as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today I went into some shop to get myself some necessary stuff, and I was stopped by a woman. She commented that I need to apply eye cream because the circles under my eyes are really bad. Which I have no choice, but to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I think I just need some proper sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my MISS SIXTY bag is like gonna spoil !! :( :( :( No wonder my dad asked me whether I needed a new bag, which I stupidly flatly outrightly rejected. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading my devotionals. Oswarld Chambers surely writes good stuff, and deep stuff too. I will have to read the daily entries at least twice to fully understand what he was trying to imply and say. Good things are always worth the energy to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of everything, studies, sleepless nights, tiredness, spoilt bags, I'M STILL LOVING GOD. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you too. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-5237935568137827496?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5237935568137827496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=5237935568137827496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5237935568137827496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5237935568137827496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/09/somebody-commented-that-my-blog-is-very.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-2504768543875796638</id><published>2008-08-29T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:57:20.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is precious to one, might not be precious to another.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's how most, if not, everything in this world works and operates.&lt;br /&gt;Very rarely will you find a perfect equation to such things like preciousness and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so common in the world isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;You may treat a person with all your sincerity, all your heart, and with all your love.&lt;br /&gt;But the person returns you with a cold shoulder, a nonchalent attitude, or insincerity and hypocracy that treats you with a smile and friendliness just because you did him/her a favour that conveniences him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very rarely will you find such a equation of love in any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you do find that equal sign for that relationship, perhaps you are too caught up to even notice that bigger than, or smaller than sign above that one stroke of equality of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can love be measured ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure. But all I know is that, love is not meant for you to keep in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings and some people are very precious in my life.&lt;br /&gt;God, Pastors, church family, faith, passion, anointing, marriage, family, future....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, I just want you to know that you are precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I will protect and love everything that is precious to me with all my life.&lt;br /&gt;And that includes you. (: Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-2504768543875796638?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2504768543875796638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=2504768543875796638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2504768543875796638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2504768543875796638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-precious-to-one-might-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-4300929799778356511</id><published>2008-08-20T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:32:07.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is so vulnerable. it comes and go. Sometimes, or rather, most of the time, suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading one of my friend's blog and my heart cried out, at the loudest volume 'THIS GUY NEEDS A CAUSE TO DIE FOR!'&lt;br /&gt;And as I read his blog, his ENTIRE blog, ALL his blog entries, I find myself enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;Because he shares the same thoughts as I do, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;But the sad thing, the only sad thing, is that our thoughts are spent on very different areas in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend has his own set of idealism, and I respect it and love it to the core. Well, at least he is not those people who has absolutely no faith in the world today. Or should I say, no guts to believe for anything good ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like people with no guts. Why ? because they often miss out the best things in life due to their own fear. People often say that I do the most nonsensical things on earth. Yes, I do. Some says that because of this, I earn myself a hard life, unappreciated, uncherished, unloved.&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah I have to agree. But, I have never regretted anything that I've done for anyone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not reap equally as I sow. But I'm not after to what extent I'll reap.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, no matter what happens, I'm a farmer for life. Sowing, sowing, and more sowing.&lt;br /&gt;For as long as there is soil, let the farmers sow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-4300929799778356511?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4300929799778356511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=4300929799778356511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4300929799778356511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4300929799778356511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-so-vulnerable.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-3212829480186647293</id><published>2008-08-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:14:45.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was out with some of my friends one day, and out of the fun and laughter, Brandon looked at me and said this ' Christine, you're still the same'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and laughed. ' Yes, I'm always the funny, happy Christine! I didn't change at all.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he simply looked at me in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in this good friend's life, he has seen enough changes to detest them.&lt;br /&gt;I looked upon my own life, and I'm still shocked at how many have changed over the years.&lt;br /&gt;Some turned wild, clubbing their lives away, drinking as if there is going to be alcohol shortage in this world anytime soon, changing partners like changing clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. I'm still the same, and I'm proud of it, loving it, enjoying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-3212829480186647293?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3212829480186647293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=3212829480186647293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/3212829480186647293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/3212829480186647293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/08/was-out-with-some-of-my-friends-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-8794099004189079987</id><published>2008-08-12T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:50:26.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you walk down the streets, I wonder how many pairs of handholding couples will you see ?&lt;br /&gt;I think you will at least see 5 couples for every 15 steps you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cannot help, but to take a better look at these couples. And in my heart, questions would burn so strongly. Will it last ? Do they really know the meaning of love ? Do these people know what does it take to love and be loved in return ? Is this relationship in the will of God ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most often, the answers to these questions are saddening.&lt;br /&gt;People often do not understand the meaning of what it takes to really love another person.&lt;br /&gt;We can all be loving people, but yet, not all of us can be lovers of soul.&lt;br /&gt;The same logic, like what Psts always say, we can be friendly, but yet, we are not friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ironic, contradicting, and what a conflicting and complicated statement.&lt;br /&gt;But it truly means alot, and it speaks the loudest in this world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends have crushes and people whom they call stead. I have not a single problem with that. I think it is normal, human and acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my question for these people is always, WHY do you like/love him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Answers such like 'Funny', 'Nice', 'Chemistry', 'Flow' will pop out.&lt;br /&gt;Great answers. But I won't fall for that so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, recently I've been thinking. Real love and true love can withstand the fires of trials and times of testings. We, being animals would often get interested in something new. A novelty that dashes into our lives without seeing that stop sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think love is only precious when you can look into his/her eyes and tell him/her that many many 'novelty' have ran into your life, but he/she is the only one that caught your heart previously, now, and in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything said to be precious must be tested, in order to be purified and strengthened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-8794099004189079987?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8794099004189079987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=8794099004189079987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8794099004189079987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8794099004189079987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-you-walk-down-streets-i-wonder-how.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-2960443936478666862</id><published>2008-08-10T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:50:39.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just spent almost 5 hours thinking about people, about life, about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think deep in our hearts, we all yearn for a certain kind of idealism to be alive in us.&lt;br /&gt;We all hope that we can catch that spark of hope and fairy tale spirit within some people.&lt;br /&gt;On the surface, we talk about life, talk about practicality, talk about success.&lt;br /&gt;In our minds, there is always a ladder to climb, the next step to take, the next journey to embark on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe, that there is a certain kind of idealism that is waiting to be discovered witihn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often say that this is the phase whereby the struggle between idealism and practicality exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that your heart will not bury that idealism that's hidden.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that your idealism about life, the dreams you have will be able to shine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to struggle, if you are confident of your life.&lt;br /&gt;But ultimately, its your choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-2960443936478666862?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2960443936478666862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=2960443936478666862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2960443936478666862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2960443936478666862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-spent-almost-5-hours-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-2108932586488555643</id><published>2008-08-05T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:13:30.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caught 'A Dark Knight' today.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite scary and dark, but I have to give credit to the scriptwriter and director.&lt;br /&gt;I can see the details in the show, and the clever use of many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this show, I've learnt to respect batman more. I walked out of the theatre, feeling admiration and at the same time, pity for this hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark knight he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, actors were great and awesome in that show. Health Ledger is truly one whom I must applaud for his performance. Too bad he's not around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like his role in the show, he joked his life away with drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Be it accidental or suicidal, he made it a joke of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things in life are meant to be taken seriously, and not laughed off as jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to hold on, and hold on tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-2108932586488555643?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2108932586488555643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=2108932586488555643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2108932586488555643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2108932586488555643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/08/caught-dark-knight-today.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1974976050667318437</id><published>2008-08-02T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T04:50:57.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many things on my mind now, and different words just keep jump at my Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion&lt;br /&gt;Purity&lt;br /&gt;Holiness&lt;br /&gt;Strength&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many other words, which are floating around.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people around me, not knowing what they are going to do when they grow up.&lt;br /&gt;And that made me thank God with all my heart. For I am so clear what I am going to be doing in the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you the path that leads to that destination at this moment, for I do not know it myself.&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows, only God Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not fretting over the path. For I've already known the destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1974976050667318437?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1974976050667318437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1974976050667318437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1974976050667318437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1974976050667318437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-are-so-many-things-on-my-mind-now.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-4357166459676137552</id><published>2008-07-30T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T03:41:14.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dog has got cancer ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-4357166459676137552?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4357166459676137552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=4357166459676137552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4357166459676137552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4357166459676137552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-dog-has-got-cancer.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-3591394505943308351</id><published>2008-07-27T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:43:05.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was walking along Orchard Road one day with my niece.&lt;br /&gt;And I walked past THAT CD SHOP.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, I found myself tracing back the steps and stepping into the shop.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the songs are just too captivating and mesmerizing.&lt;br /&gt;So much so that I have to stop, trace my steps, and spend some time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's life.&lt;br /&gt;And, I think that's how my own life started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking the path of life,&lt;br /&gt;but suddenly the sweet aroma of God caught up with my pace.&lt;br /&gt;Overtaken me, called me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped at my path, and made the decision to spend my entire life there.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the midst of all that sweet aroma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-3591394505943308351?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-8599536544131620293</id><published>2008-07-12T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:27:08.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 530am today suddenly. I could not sleep, for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;So, I had a little heart to heart talk with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Him 2 questions that's been on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And boy, God did not give me answers.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, He threw another 2 questions to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I gave my very honest answers.&lt;br /&gt;And those answers that I gave are exactly the answers I needed for my own questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sometimes, it's really not about getting the answers in life.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's about the questions you ask, and the questions thrown at you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not demand for answers. It'll make your life easier and happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-8599536544131620293?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8599536544131620293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=8599536544131620293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8599536544131620293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8599536544131620293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/07/woke-up-at-530am-today-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-428458668093906391</id><published>2008-07-07T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:36:34.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please do not get me any material things this year. I really do not need anymore necklaces, rings, wallets, bags, clothes, beauty products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me well enough, I don't enjoy these things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're keen, help me increase my Christian book collection ( But I do not need 2 similar books!) and lets spend some time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-428458668093906391?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/428458668093906391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=428458668093906391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/428458668093906391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/428458668093906391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-do-not-get-me-any-material.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-2405615232653214866</id><published>2008-07-05T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:01:31.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love going home alone. In fact, I think I love alone times.&lt;br /&gt;I love spending time alone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often complain they are so bored and they always have a yearning in their heart that they can have lots of company from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is human, and sometimes I myself also wish for company.&lt;br /&gt;While many would often think that I'm the live wire of the party, but I seriously don't think I am.&lt;br /&gt;I love solitude and love to just observe others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading one of the notes I took down when we talked with Pst Lia.&lt;br /&gt;She shared that guys are very different from girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys fight and make friends along the way.&lt;br /&gt;But girls are different.&lt;br /&gt;Girls need to sit one corner and talk and make friends, then fight well together.&lt;br /&gt;True true. How true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I really fall under the 'girl' category.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry or panic if you are a girl and you fall under the 'guy' category or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it just goes to show that you are different, and God made you this way.&lt;br /&gt;To show the rest that, even if you are a girl, you can have 'guy' category characteristics in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me pretty glad and comforted, knowing that it's something which can be learnt and worked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believed that friendships or rather, any relationships are built upon 3 things.&lt;br /&gt;Trust, Communication, Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to force me to choose only 1 out of those 3, my choice would be trust.&lt;br /&gt;Why ?&lt;br /&gt;Because Jesus trusted His Father, that He willingly gave up His own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you ? What will you choose ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-2405615232653214866?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2405615232653214866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=2405615232653214866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2405615232653214866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2405615232653214866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-going-home-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1253724514128964775</id><published>2008-07-01T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:54:32.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just caught Narnia today! Yeah, I know I'm a little slow. But its better than those who has yet to catch it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a good show. I'm so gonna get the whole series of Narnia vcds! Collector's items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many times in our lives have we disappointed God before.&lt;br /&gt;It must have been many many many many times.&lt;br /&gt;I think, if I were to be God, I would have been drowned by the hurts and disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God He is God. Thank God I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till this day, I am still like a little girl at times, wondering how does God look like, and what will He be doing at this very moment, and how does He record down every one of our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And up till this day, I am amazed at how much I love God.&lt;br /&gt;And at how much I am amazed by Him. Just simply the fact that He is God amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that there IS a God stuns me for moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times in my life whereby I just have to stop whatever I am doing, pause, and spend time telling Him how amazing He is, thanking Him for all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me how much I love God, I would probably tell you I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's one of those rare precious things which you cannot gauge or measure.&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those things in your life whereby words cannot describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There just seems to be no word available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at how carefully God takes me through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me what is the calling of my life, few moments ago, I would have told you that I want and I am going to be a Pastor leading a dynamic youth group with close intimacy with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask me again, I will tell you that my calling in my life is to love and know God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, all I can say for now, and forever more, is that&lt;br /&gt;I love God more today than I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the difference between this relationship that I have, than any other earthly relationships that anyone may have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1253724514128964775?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1253724514128964775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1253724514128964775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1253724514128964775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1253724514128964775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-caught-narnia-today-yeah-i-know-im.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1415129803016171668</id><published>2008-06-29T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T09:11:06.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Any idea how diamonds are formed ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Teacher Christine teach you, if you do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds are formed under very specific conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It requires exposure of carbon-bearing materials to high pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, ranging approximately between 45 and 60 kilobars, but a relatively low temperature range of 900 - 1300. ( Oh my, that's not low !! I would have been killed when I stand 5 metres away!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This required conditions are met in 2 places on earth. One of which is at the lithospheric mantle, below relatively stable continental plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you want to be a diamond ? Get yourself in those situations, and survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not during the stable and peaceful sitautions in life that you grow. It is during those places which are the least stable, and least comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you caught it. That's all for today's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Christine will see you soon. (: Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1415129803016171668?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1415129803016171668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1415129803016171668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1415129803016171668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1415129803016171668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/any-idea-how-diamonds-are-formed-let.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-5519460946796642148</id><published>2008-06-27T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:49:00.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with a big smile on my face. (:&lt;br /&gt;For I have conquered every single one of my fears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing the devil cannot do is take full authority over the decisions that have been made final in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can influence and cause the decision to swing from the right to the left. But once the decision is final, he has zero influence over it. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smsed Dom last night and we chatted for awhile, and it was wonderful just talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;And hilarious too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more months! Mugger mode turned on from July. (: I'm going to win, like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful pastorsss, Pastor How and Lia. Risking everything just to give me the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic leaderrrrrssss, you and you. prayyyingg and loving me, teaching me, guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful friendddddsssss, jiee,wenn,tockk,jx,bel,melvin etc. ( Don't be too sad if your name is not mentioned here. It's just a blog. It's nothing compared to my heart!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youths, youths, youths. I promise I'll be back. Grow the church double the rate. (WHAT BIG TALK IS THAT! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me, but the God behind me. I'm in His shadow, forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-5519460946796642148?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5519460946796642148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=5519460946796642148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5519460946796642148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5519460946796642148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-woke-up-this-morning-with-big-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-6282392382977310487</id><published>2008-06-25T05:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T05:27:13.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi !! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to make spects !!! I'll be wearing specs from now onwards as much as I can! And it's my favourite colour, and best of all, it's thick frame! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister in law came back with my brother today, and she bought me TOBLERONE. I ain't a great fan of chocolates, except rochers. But I was so glad that she bought it anyway, I was literally overjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took a panadol EXTRA because I was feeling really cold and was having a heachache! Oh be goneeeee headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was reading a book by Lester Sumrall last night, initially I was quite tired, and wanted to just read one chapter. But once I started, I couldn't stop. And so I didn't, until I finished it right to the last word. It was pure captivating in the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was re-listening to Pst Kong's teaching on antinomanism, and how blessed do I feel at the end of the day man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, Im really looking forward to badminton real soon, after everyone's exams!&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I'm going to start studying too. Ughhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to make sure I share AE testimony next year.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start typing now. (: Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your life ! The best is yet to be ( AC school motto, they better pay me for this!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-6282392382977310487?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6282392382977310487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=6282392382977310487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6282392382977310487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6282392382977310487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/hihi-i-went-to-make-spects-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-7011391304447547873</id><published>2008-06-23T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:57:43.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PRAISE GOD !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-7011391304447547873?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7011391304447547873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=7011391304447547873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7011391304447547873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7011391304447547873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/praise-god.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-7023877109148921950</id><published>2008-06-22T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:49:10.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was listening to Pastor Tan's sermon, and here's something which he shared :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' God did not call you and I to enter the race. He called you and I to finish the race.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like the old saying that you always hear rights. Haha, if you have that attitude, it shows that this truth has yet to sink into your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to renew your mind, and refresh your inner man, my friend! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's vision is in the timing of eternity. Years and months on earth, how can it be compared ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-7023877109148921950?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7023877109148921950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=7023877109148921950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7023877109148921950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7023877109148921950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-was-listening-to-pastor-tans-sermon.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-7371504287945209489</id><published>2008-06-20T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T07:30:42.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think over the past few months, I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer that a funny person, though I can still laugh together with you.&lt;br /&gt;It was as if my humour has changed its direction, and I am all of a sudden attracted to something bigger, more majestic, even more Godly and Christlike.&lt;br /&gt;It was a sudden and magical change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt new principles in life, deepened the old ones... strengthed in my roots of my heart..&lt;br /&gt;When I look at things, I start to shift my sight to the reasons and heart behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to think about the bigger things in life, and I am still learning how to think and see bigger.&lt;br /&gt;And, I start to see things in people's lives all the more clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you grow your ministry, let God go deeper in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether you can get what I mean. But I wish you have the opportunity and priviledge to go through phases of your life that will allow you to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, what sustains you ? What gives you the joy ?&lt;br /&gt;Fun and funny-ness ? Or is it something bigger, deeper, and more worthwhile ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-7371504287945209489?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7371504287945209489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=7371504287945209489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7371504287945209489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7371504287945209489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-over-past-few-months-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-691879676311482817</id><published>2008-06-18T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T02:05:41.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;A coat, books and more papers. ( 2 Timothy 4:13)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No justifications, no legal representation.&lt;br /&gt;Any of those will be useless anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Because no one could grasp the full scope of his calling and convictions.&lt;br /&gt;He was just secure of himself and his God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Why did Paul ask for these 3 things ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coat - We need the loving, covering insulation to comfort our hearts when we are challenged by the demands placed on us as we run this race of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul was never too proud to ask for comfort for his life. He was a man of humility, acknowledging his human needs in life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter to what extent we serve God, we cannot go on without the coat of encouragements and love. Do not be too quick to reject or tell yourself that you can run this race alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Books - We all should learn to be good to the last drop. Feed our minds, and keep learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of dying, Paul did not succumb to death so easily. He clinged on to every moment he had to spend in prison, reading his last moments of life. As long as he is alive, he sees the need to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins is enough for us to pick up something. Cherish time, and make the best out of it by learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More papers - Do not let circumstances determine your relationship with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's circumstance in the prison is not exactly the best place to have the peace of mind to jot down all his revelations and life lessons. But he did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to the last drop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 things lasted his final hours of his race for God.&lt;br /&gt;He finished his fight, completed his race with a coat, books and papers.&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-691879676311482817?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/691879676311482817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=691879676311482817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/691879676311482817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/691879676311482817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/coat-books-and-more-papers.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-4963339292885800757</id><published>2008-06-15T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:50:53.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before Paul died, he asked 3 things from his closest disciple, Timothy. Or, should I say son.&lt;br /&gt;He asked for paper, book and clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why ? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the 2nd story. It's a little long. But if you last through it, I promise that you'll grasp something. Read on or get off now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother took her 6 year old son Jonathan to a restaurant. Jonathan had been learning prayer in his Religious Class at school, so he asked his mom to let him say Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they bowed their heads, jonathan prayed, ' God is great, God is good. Thank you for this food. And I would even thank you more if Mum gets ice cream by the score. So bless, Lord, this food we eat. Amen!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosto f the people at nearby tables laughed - except one stern faced woman who remarked, ' That's what is wrong with this century. Children today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for icecream.. How awful!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan heard the woman and naturally felt very upset and began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;He meant no harm with his off-the-cuff prayer.&lt;br /&gt; He checked with his mom 'Is God mad at me now ?'&lt;br /&gt;He enquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom hugged him and assured Jonathan that he had done a good job with the prayer and that God was not mad at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, an elderly gentleman came up to their talbe and assured him:'Son, that was a beautiful prayer you said.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Really?' Jonathan asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cross my heart,' the man answered. Then in a stage whisper just loud enough for the indignant woman to hear he added, ' Too bad she never asked God for icecream. Sometimes a little icecream is good for the soul.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the meal mom answered his prayer and ordered icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan stared at his icecream for a moment and then to his mother's surprise he picked up his dish and carefully brought it over to the woman's talbe and placed it in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan politely said ,' Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul, and my soul is good enough already.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Hope you caught something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-4963339292885800757?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4963339292885800757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=4963339292885800757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4963339292885800757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4963339292885800757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/before-paul-died-he-asked-3-things-from.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-6741361475210489456</id><published>2008-06-15T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:22:00.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got two beautiful stories to share. I guess I'll tell the first one first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Seattle Special Olympics, 9 contestants, all physically or mentally disable, assembled at the starting line of what was to be the 100-yards contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the gun they all started out, not exactly in a dash but with a relish to run the race to the best of their ability and hopefully finish and win. All, that is, except one little boy who stumbled on the track, tumbled over a few times and began to cry out of sheer fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 8 heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back.&lt;br /&gt;Then they all turned around and went back.. every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little girl with Down's Syndrom bent down and kissed him and said, ' This will make it better.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all 9 linked arms and walked together to the finishing line. Everyone in the stadium stood and the cheering went on for minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who were there are still telling the story. Why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because deep down we know this thing : What really matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing course ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes :' A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle from itself.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People we call handicapped are the people who teach us this truth best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune for the next story. (: For now, just keep running for God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-6741361475210489456?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6741361475210489456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=6741361475210489456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6741361475210489456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6741361475210489456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-got-two-beautiful-stories-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-4630068595733986193</id><published>2008-06-11T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:16:23.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not as difficult as you think anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-4630068595733986193?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4630068595733986193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=4630068595733986193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4630068595733986193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4630068595733986193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-not-as-difficult-as-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-5717327538698742696</id><published>2008-06-08T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T04:06:57.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh life! What is life all about ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all start the same at the same place, and we end at the same place.&lt;br /&gt;We start in our mothers' wombs, and end up in the graves.&lt;br /&gt;So what's so spectacular about life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about the fill-ins. It's about the in-betweens. It's about the blank that is between birth and death.&lt;br /&gt;And that matters a whole lot, and it is exactly this that makes each of us to be so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever taken a 'cloze passage' test before ? Those people who are of my era will know.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's exactly what I mean. We all take the same test. Your test paper is the same as mine. However, it is the answers we each fill in that marks the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us fills in different things into the blank. And no one is less successful than the other. One gets lesser of what the other will get, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody once said that one of life's greatest tragedies i to arrive at the end of your journey and realize you could have done more, laughed harder, played more intensely, and lived more vivaciously if only, you had taken the day by the throat and steered it the way you wanted to go. If only, you had made a conscious decision about what you wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to take a step back and look at things.&lt;br /&gt;And each time I do that, I cannot help, but say ' How great is our God' ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be driven not by anything else, but by eternity. Oh, that's what my life was about, is about, will be about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-5717327538698742696?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/5717327538698742696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=5717327538698742696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5717327538698742696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/5717327538698742696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-life-what-is-life-all-about-we-all.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-4297037385478755952</id><published>2008-06-07T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:47:16.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so hungry now I want to eat a cow.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I can't finish a cow. I'll take an animal smaller than a cow then !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, certain things in life just do not change.&lt;br /&gt;And the beautiful thing is that, they do not change, for life.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that they do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the things in your life that do not change ?&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait, wait. Do not be too quick to speak.&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, jot down into your notebook. For it is the most precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-4297037385478755952?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4297037385478755952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=4297037385478755952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4297037385478755952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4297037385478755952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-so-hungry-now-i-want-to-eat-cow.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-179937562341987741</id><published>2008-06-04T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T04:41:21.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.&lt;br /&gt;To weep is to risk appearing sentimental&lt;br /&gt;To reach out for another is to risk involvement&lt;br /&gt;To expose feeling is to risk exposing your true self&lt;br /&gt;To place your ideas, your dreams, before the crowd is to risk their loss.&lt;br /&gt;To love is to risk not being loved in return&lt;br /&gt;To live is to risk dying&lt;br /&gt;To hope is to risk despair&lt;br /&gt;To try is to risk failure.&lt;br /&gt;- Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes alot of sense, doesn't it ? Strips you bare to the core.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-179937562341987741?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/179937562341987741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=179937562341987741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/179937562341987741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/179937562341987741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-laugh-is-to-risk-appearing-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-7283696008004554288</id><published>2008-06-01T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:42:08.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was just packing my things, and came across my big fat file.&lt;br /&gt;In this file, it contains everything that I have.&lt;br /&gt;It contains victory, it contains the sweet aroma of love, and the conquering spirit of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This file contains the journey of my life. It marks every single milestone of my life.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps all the secrets of my past, every single bit of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Within every envelop is yet another surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Every single letter has the footprint of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is exciting, but the journey is even more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just about the end, but its about the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of hitting targets brings you above everything on earth, but the process of praying,fasting,encouraging,believing brings you leaps higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not experienced the warmth of going through a journey, I dare you to put aside your things for awhile, and enjoy your journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-7283696008004554288?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7283696008004554288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=7283696008004554288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7283696008004554288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7283696008004554288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/06/was-just-packing-my-things-and-came.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-7677284256622257000</id><published>2008-05-30T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T19:05:50.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many a times, people often succumb too easily to the state which they are in.&lt;br /&gt;They always say things likIe 'It's meant to be' or maybe they say nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Saying nothing at all doesn't mean that you're officially over things.&lt;br /&gt;It just means that you are way too defeated by our situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be something inside of you that stands out and dare to claim that which belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;What belongs to you?&lt;br /&gt;Victory belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;Faith belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;Success belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claim it! Claim what belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't just accept things as they are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-7677284256622257000?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7677284256622257000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=7677284256622257000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7677284256622257000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7677284256622257000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/many-times-people-often-succumb-too.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-8076623531529150066</id><published>2008-05-28T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:03:25.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MORNING !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D6 IS OFFICIALLY KNOWN AS THE MUGGER CG FOR THIS SEASON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep mugging! Mugging is goooooooodddddddd. CONQUER THE A LEVELS ( and my uni exams) with As!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll come back double the power and strength by end of year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-8076623531529150066?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8076623531529150066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=8076623531529150066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8076623531529150066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8076623531529150066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/morning-d6-is-officially-known-as.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1144416992582261471</id><published>2008-05-27T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:44:03.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey! just got back last night from CCH camp! It was quite a challenge by itself man! Im so not used to working with children!!! Though I'm just helping out, but I really realised alot of things which I have not !&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were literally open to many things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumbfolded on the first day because I didn't know how to react to SOOO many kids all at one go!&lt;br /&gt;I was a little taken aback at first, the kids were all screaming and running around!&lt;br /&gt;The camp was quite tiring, I was the first to fall aslp on the 2nd night! Ugh... and the kids went to put toothpaste on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realise that when you do what you really love, and when you really focus on it, you'll look really attractive. There's just something inside of you that glows and shines. From the inside out, this glow illuminates the whole atmosphere and aura around you. Amazing isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I've noticed, is that, your perspectives in life and your perspectives towards others are determined by what you allow your eyes to see. It's so amazing, because all that Sister Mae Ann sees are good things. It's as if her eyes can only see the good things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many other things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, can't wait for Pastors to be back. Miss them dearly and crazily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1144416992582261471?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1144416992582261471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1144416992582261471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1144416992582261471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1144416992582261471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-hey-just-got-back-last-night-from.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1793075050616646718</id><published>2008-05-24T05:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T05:35:57.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you ask me whether I'm loving my life now, my answer would be a big fat no.&lt;br /&gt;( Does anyone actually say a skinny slimmy no ? Haha! That would be quite funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, WHY Christine, WHY do you not enjoy life ? Don't you always tell EVERYONE around you to LOVE life !? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do. I'm not loving my life now, because I'm still learning to love it to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can really say that you love life ALL the time isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;No matter how spiritual you are, you are bound to have moments that goes :&lt;br /&gt;'I wished this never has happened'&lt;br /&gt;'Why me ?'&lt;br /&gt;'Ugh, I'm sick of this.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those very moments, you cannot love life. It seems almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Understandable ? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Acceptable ? It's up to you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain things in life, understandable they may be, but not all understandable things are acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understandable has to do with your emotions and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Acceptability has to do how you see your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sorrow is understandable, but not acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;Get up on your feet and learn to love life.. Love it to the max.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1793075050616646718?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1793075050616646718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1793075050616646718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1793075050616646718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1793075050616646718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-you-ask-me-whether-im-loving-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-9081779298673684976</id><published>2008-05-23T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:08:12.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world is big.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-9081779298673684976?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/9081779298673684976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=9081779298673684976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/9081779298673684976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/9081779298673684976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/world-is-big.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-4635877708209780302</id><published>2008-05-20T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:37:35.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What is attitude ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the ‘advance man’ of our true selves&lt;br /&gt;Its roots are inward but its fruit is outward&lt;br /&gt;It is our best friend or our worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;It is more honest and more consistent than our words&lt;br /&gt;It is an outward look based on past experiences&lt;br /&gt;It is a thing which draws people to us or repels them&lt;br /&gt;It is never content until it is expressed&lt;br /&gt;It is the librarian of our past&lt;br /&gt;It is the speaker of our present&lt;br /&gt;It is the prophet of our future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to be out in the dark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you want to see the stars, you'll be required to do so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stars did not require or demand you. (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-4635877708209780302?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4635877708209780302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=4635877708209780302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4635877708209780302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4635877708209780302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-attitude-it-is-advance-man-of.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-6790657902325723819</id><published>2008-05-19T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:33:45.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what happens in your life, start your day right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've come to a point in my life whereby I know the importance of starting my days right with God. Your day can go haywire and really bad in the middle of the day. But, it has to start right, and hopefully, you will allow it to end right too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the everday life things that get you down, its the disappointments in people you face, and perhaps things which you purposely throw at the back of your mind comes up to you and haunt you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all face these moments in life, don't we ? Haha, if you don't, then you don't belong to the human race. Or rather, maybe you're an atheist in everything, not just in religion.&lt;br /&gt;Because an atheist expects nothing and receives nothing. So the word 'disappointment' is a foreign word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the problem with people is not about them not knowing your feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Its about whether they even WANT to know about your feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, you brush past somebody while you're in your business. Do you even, or rather, have you ever, stopped a moment in your tracks and just talk to the person ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it when something happens and people are scurried to redeem the consequences. It doesn't work anymore, it doesn't work as well I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a kid playing beside a vase, why didn't you put the vase away ?&lt;br /&gt;You have to wait for the kid to be injured by the vase, and clean up the bloody mess ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh.. accidents do happen..'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh... I didn't know...'&lt;br /&gt;'Ah.. nvm, he'll grow to be more careful next time... '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still don't get it, you're dumb.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about whether how much the kid can learn out of the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;It's about whether you, as a parent, has tried to help him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know the situations you are facing well. If you do not even know the situation, and yet dash into it just like that, you will surely lose it, and you'll lose yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you really cannot understand what one's going through. It's okay if you do not and cannot understand. We all go through different things in life. Very different. What I've went through, you might never in your life have to go through. Vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, did you even try to understand ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave you to your own logics and thinkings. Digest it. And you'll realise that there is something called 'being sensitive to others' in your life to work on.&lt;br /&gt;People are never captivated about how fast you run your marathon.&lt;br /&gt;They are captivated by the manner you run your marathon.&lt;br /&gt;Do not run it as if you're the only one in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-6790657902325723819?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6790657902325723819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=6790657902325723819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6790657902325723819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6790657902325723819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-matter-what-happens-in-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-6014121309678169215</id><published>2008-05-18T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T07:27:43.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'If we develop a relationship with God apart from our life circumstances, then we may be able to hang on when the physical reality breaks down. We can learn to trust God despite all the unfairness of life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from a book which I'm reading now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live my life to glorify You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-6014121309678169215?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6014121309678169215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=6014121309678169215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6014121309678169215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6014121309678169215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-we-develop-relationship-with-god.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1671586266024109691</id><published>2008-05-17T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:27:23.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's early in the morning again! (: Told you I'm a very much morning person. So, GOOD MORNING EVERYBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something which I saw yesterday caught my heart. You know, its the kind 'BANG' caught your heart feeling ? I get that every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;And once that something / someone caught my heart, it just weighs in your heart like a rock.&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing I can do is to connect the rock in my heart to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few times when I was with the RJC people, and we were just walking happily, being retarded and laughing our way. Almost suddenly I will always stop in my tracks and look at certain people who walked past us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know them, not that they are pretty or handsome. But there is just something inside of them that attracts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will turn around and ask one of the girls whats her name, and they would offer me one whole load of info about these people. The RJC girls are like people encyclopedias.&lt;br /&gt;And not surprisingly, I would always hear stories about their past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it was exactly that which attracted my heart and spirit. Their need for a God in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, back to yesterday, I was attracted, like again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him, and I saw so much defence and strong front on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;But on the inside, it was thoroughly different.&lt;br /&gt;I loved him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what attracts you. I don't know what cause your attention to turn around all of a sudden. I think it's not that important to me anyway. Its for you to figure it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to look beyond, and even if you can, learn to look deeper beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my Dad gave me a magnifying glass, that is His gift to me.&lt;br /&gt;But I've always believed that if one really wants to zoom into one's life, he/she doesn't need such a gift. He / she will go look for one magnifying glass by him/herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giftings are giftings, but hunger is more precious like giftings.&lt;br /&gt;Giftings do not bring hunger. But hunger brought giftings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1671586266024109691?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1671586266024109691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1671586266024109691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1671586266024109691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1671586266024109691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-early-in-morning-again-told-you-im.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-6939279090852704940</id><published>2008-05-17T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:44:24.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Few phrases which I read that got me thinking. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'God wants you most to be holy. Holiness above happiness'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Waiting on God requires the willingness to bear uncertainty, to carry within oneself the unanswered question, lifting the heart to God about it whenever it intrudes upon one's thoughts'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Purity comes at a high price'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wherever you are, be all there'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There is no use trying to measure suffering. What matters is making the right use of it'&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/906788321596520170-6939279090852704940?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6939279090852704940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=6939279090852704940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6939279090852704940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6939279090852704940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/few-phrases-which-i-read-that-got-me.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-6665491457671219806</id><published>2008-05-16T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:42:31.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many people have asked ' When am I ready for a relationship?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to this question would be&lt;br /&gt;' When you can love an invisible person more than a person whom you can get to see everyday, then you're ready.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;So do you think you're ready ? If not, then wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-6665491457671219806?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6665491457671219806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=6665491457671219806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6665491457671219806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6665491457671219806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/many-people-have-asked-when-am-i-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-7312614932104937142</id><published>2008-05-15T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:53:33.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>' Only foolish optimist can deny the dark realities of the moment.'&lt;br /&gt;- Franklin D. Roosevelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not know who is Franklin D. Roosevelt, pls go wiki it. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;He's quite an inspiring person. The speech that he wrote was quite amazing I must say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I totally agree with what he says. People of faith do not deny the difficulties. People of faith fight the war hard. Know the difficulties, hit it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in our lives, or rather, most of the time, we do not have outright BIGGGGG problems. I mean, nobody faces the issue of physical death every day. So, we're all confronted with small little irritating problems in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;Don't just live life as if all these problems do not exist. Pls. Be real.&lt;br /&gt;Just live your life, conquering them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conquerer doesn't just win those big wars. He who is a conquerer learns to start winning small battles in life first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yesterday some RJC people and I went to IKEA! supposedly to eat meatballs. but it was under renovation. So we ate sausages instead. hahs. Good and cheap!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just finished 'This Present Darkness' not too long ago. I finished it within 5-6days!&lt;br /&gt;That is one amazing feat for me! But it's a really good book.&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got my hands on ' God's Generals Book 1'&lt;br /&gt;And then, 'Passion and Purity' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to read one book per week. Sprees. Sprees. Sprees.&lt;br /&gt;Be on the right kind of sprees. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was on my bed reading, and suddenly the presence of God just came.&lt;br /&gt;It just descended down and I felt like I was in a thick cloud.&lt;br /&gt;God's so amazing. Learn to love, cherish, protect His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion and purity is a book by Elizabeth Elliot. If you do not know who she is, PLS WIKI IT!&lt;br /&gt;She's a strong woman of God. I'm so excited about reading her book. Passion and Purity. Its exactly what everyone needs. With both, I think the walk with God is never a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off! Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-7312614932104937142?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7312614932104937142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=7312614932104937142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7312614932104937142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7312614932104937142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/only-foolish-optimist-can-deny-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-4234215090838426858</id><published>2008-05-14T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:15:08.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're different people, leading very different lives. I've just watched 'The 5 people you meet in heaven'. The DVD is sold in all trumpet praise. For us BF-ers, there's always a cheaper alternative. Its called ' youtube'. Thank God for youtube. haha.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a deep show, good show. It's a show that appears so simple, but yet brings out the deepness within. Enjoyed it. Go catch if when you're free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been inspired by myself, and the way I've been studying the bible. I can't believe I'm actually doing what I'm doing. Sometimes, you just need YOU to shock yourself. Not anyone else. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the Word more and more. The next time I talk to you, it's gonna be different. Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-4234215090838426858?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4234215090838426858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=4234215090838426858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4234215090838426858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4234215090838426858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-different-people-leading-very.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-3468328873501666824</id><published>2008-05-13T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:45:21.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo! Its early in the morning again, and I'm praising God first thing in the morning again!!!&lt;br /&gt;Usually, when I open up my eyes, the first sentence I'll say is ' God, can I pls just roll around my bed for a little longer ? ' Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;There is one particular sermon that I listen over and over again. Its a sermon by Pst Lia, preached in March 2006. Yes, 2 years plus ago. But I've just listened to it again recently. I can memorise the whole sermon inside out, upside down. This time round, when I decided to hear the sermon again, I told myself  ' Okay, Christine Young, you're not going to drop a single tear. You've heard it over and over again. There's no need to drop tears!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but the tears dropped. Now you know how good it is. I only eat good food anyway! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The sermon title is ' PASSION'&lt;br /&gt;I've let many people hear it before, but many others have yet to hear it. Gonna let the whole world listen to it one day!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I'M GOING TO WRITE AND PUBLISH A BOOK WHEN I GROW UP.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S GOING TO MAKE IT TO THE BEST SELLER SECTION. (:&lt;br /&gt;( Just a random thought. We'll see to this in the near future.)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Watche Vegas with Yinglin and Weizhi yesterday. Pls, its way too overrated. It's not THAT funny. I couldn't bring myself to laugh heartily at all. I think I have a different sense of humour when it comes to movies. It's hard to make me laugh in the theatres.&lt;br /&gt;The latest movie which really made me laughed is ' Alvin and the chipmunks'&lt;br /&gt;Last dec, yes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Pastors are coming back tmr! Can't wait! I'm in a loss of words to say about this. I feel like jumping!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a very different kind of girl. I don't have any interest in diamonds and flowers. As in, I'm not talking going goo-goo gah-gah over them. I'm not even a teeny weeny bit interested !&lt;br /&gt;If you were to give me flowers, I would think that it's a waste of money. Oh, so unromantic. Haha! But yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely not the kind of girl who talks softly and demurely to you. I talk with a loud voice, and I am stubborn. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like to share my thoughts with many people, unless you ask, but its another matter all together of whether you get to hear from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very homely person. I like to go to people's houses, instead of going out to hang out in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to explore new things, esp when it comes to new things of people. I like to probe deeper into people's lives. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;This is a long post. and these are the random thoughts that run through my brain all at the same time. Enjoying it yet ? Hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-3468328873501666824?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3468328873501666824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=3468328873501666824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/3468328873501666824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/3468328873501666824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/woo-its-early-in-morning-again-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-3516777163012158893</id><published>2008-05-12T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:06:38.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's always something about this particular person that is so ever captivating.&lt;br /&gt;I was, and I am still very captivated by him.&lt;br /&gt;And I was trying very hard to put it in words as I was talking to Bel yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I managed to do it afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what really captivates me is the fact that he takes the heart to remember details.&lt;br /&gt;More than caring, loving, kind, faithful, character,charismatic, I think he really takes the heart to remember things that concerns people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't give people the 'by the way' feeling when he shows concern. At least it doesn't give me.&lt;br /&gt;He gives me the 'I remember, and I want to find out' kind of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And I think, replying sms-es are quite important. I seldom hear him saying 'I forgot' to reply.&lt;br /&gt;That's something that really captivates me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people try so hard to remember things that concern others, and they just move along in their lives, in their own world.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I like a person who moves along in life, but I like a person who does that, but yet, making constant checks and scooping down into the details of life, more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when you really care about somebody, you don't have to crack your brain to remember things ? Haha. It just comes very naturally. (: Maybe its time to check your heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captivated, and will always be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-3516777163012158893?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3516777163012158893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=3516777163012158893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/3516777163012158893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/3516777163012158893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-always-something-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1568256626971724174</id><published>2008-05-12T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T05:10:47.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I NEED TO TELL YOU HOW GOOD THE BOOK IM READING IS.&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THE FIRST NOVEL THAT IM DYING TO FINISH.&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHOULD JUST GRAB IT, OWN IT, AND SWALLOW IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a book that was recommended by Pst Lia.&lt;br /&gt;Its called ' This Present Darkness'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good. I'm loving every word, every line, every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1568256626971724174?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1568256626971724174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1568256626971724174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1568256626971724174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1568256626971724174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-to-tell-you-how-good-book-im.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-4561779818851195490</id><published>2008-05-11T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T06:45:50.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling powerless ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer release the power of God.&lt;br /&gt;Have you prayed yet ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-4561779818851195490?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4561779818851195490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=4561779818851195490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4561779818851195490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4561779818851195490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/feeling-powerless-prayer-release-power.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-8702999102610867699</id><published>2008-05-08T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:24:00.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Recently I've been exposed to quite alot of things. Which are rather interesting, thought-provoking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The definitions of being robbed and being blessed are extremums, but if you look closer, they are only a fine line apart. Such complexity. It's the same as loving God and hating God. Such extremums do exist, but they exist within the boundary of a fine line. Clearer now ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the interesting thing is that you cannot stand in the middle. Never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's about when you have so many other options literally placed in front of you, you still choose to do what you're doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We've heard that many times isn't it ? But I think that statement does not stand unless you're really in it yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you're busy with church work, obviously even when you are put amidst all other options, you'll choose church work. That is an understatement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I think its about when you're so free in life, when you are not doing any church work, but put in the midst of all other options, you make the right choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-8702999102610867699?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/8702999102610867699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=8702999102610867699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8702999102610867699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/8702999102610867699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/recently-ive-been-exposed-to-quite-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-6714666977284294472</id><published>2008-05-08T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:48:56.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__WtUkvBpMS8/SCKwQUzCT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/G1IjdWbpCNc/s1600-h/RRLogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197910714446139250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__WtUkvBpMS8/SCKwQUzCT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/G1IjdWbpCNc/s320/RRLogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RED RAIN! (: BE THERE OR BE SQUARE! =p I'll rock the house with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-6714666977284294472?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6714666977284294472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=6714666977284294472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6714666977284294472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6714666977284294472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/red-rain-be-there-or-be-square-p-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__WtUkvBpMS8/SCKwQUzCT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/G1IjdWbpCNc/s72-c/RRLogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-3511293924399963722</id><published>2008-05-07T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:19:55.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm wide awake in the morning now, but with a little bit of tummyache. I'm a very morning person! If you're a night person, then it would mean that our worlds start at different time! But on the contrary, the amazing thing is that no matter what time I sleep, I always wake up at the same time. 8:30am. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After all the 5 papers, I just NEED and WANT to do one thing as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not to serve. But to thank God for my exams and the past few months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Normally the first thoughts in people's mind after exams or whatever is that ' YES! I CAN SERVE GOD NOW!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I mean, yeah, I am happy that I can serve in the House of the Lord in a different way in the next 3 months, but I think that wasn't my priority of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, I came to church last night at 8 plus, left at 10pm. Did nothing much as almost everyone was away and gone. Fellowshipped a little. But I knew that I had to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I left. With a very 'urgent' feeling in my heart. If you get what I mean. It's the ' I want to do it, and I want to do it now.' kinda feel ? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went home, bathed, ate a little. On my comp, and started watching sermon. Then, I started to pray. And I fell aslp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing spectacular, but I just wanted to finish it up with spending time with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In fact, the moment I handed up the paper, I was thanking God all the way. On the way out of school, on the train to church, walking around in church, going back home, and finally, when I'm home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God, oh God !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-3511293924399963722?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3511293924399963722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=3511293924399963722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/3511293924399963722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/3511293924399963722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-wide-awake-in-morning-now-but-with.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-7065997910232491395</id><published>2008-05-05T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T05:09:37.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is often the smallest things in life that affect the person most. Have you noticed yet ? If you haven't, then maybe you've been too high up or too big to even feel the small things around. Quit being so high up there, and quit being so big headed all the time! It doesn't serve God's purpose at all ! When you think big, it doesn't give you a reason, or rather, excuse to quit doing the small little things in life! When you have a big house next time, does it mean that you do not have to wash your clothes? Haha. The same answer goes to things of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good, think about biggness in God. Big Godly dreams. Big Godly numbers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But, do not ever forget that all of us start small, and it is the small things that build our foundations in Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you've come to a stage of 'what matters to him/her, matters to me', then you've really grown. What if somebody loses a competition ? What if somebody is running a high fever ? What if somebody has PO? What if somebody got robbed of something precious in his/her life ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pst Lia once said ' Don't say you understand, unless you REALLY do.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've kept her words close to my heart. How can I say that I understand what it feels like to be in a family whose parents are close to divorce ? How can I say that I understand how it feels like to lose someone precious in my life ? I don't, and perhaps, I will never. Or perhaps, not yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you empty out your heart, think through about all the things in your life, sometimes, you showed that you care, you showed that you love, but actually, you don't feel anything on the inside. Don't do things just for the sake of doing. Do it because you mean it. Do it because you can feel it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feel more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;People often say that strength can be seen in a battle won. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I bet to differ. I say that strength can be seen, felt, and heard, for a battle lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(: Woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-7065997910232491395?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7065997910232491395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=7065997910232491395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7065997910232491395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7065997910232491395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-often-smallest-things-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1808095349069196689</id><published>2008-05-03T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:11:24.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Criteria #1 : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You need to know my emotions and my thoughts. Because I know yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Until then, I'll safe guard my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Always safe guard your heart with a list of criterias. Do not let your heart fathom or go astray so easily. The heart is the centre of your body, soul and mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1808095349069196689?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1808095349069196689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1808095349069196689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1808095349069196689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1808095349069196689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/criteria-1-you-need-to-know-my-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-155981546189524411</id><published>2008-05-01T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:59:16.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Woo! I'm so happy now! Because I just conqured one problem in my life. As in, LIFE. Some people always get the idea of my life as church and God. Yes, it's all true because my life DOES surround God, my life does surround the things of God. But they tend to forget that I'm also human and I face small problems and small battles in my everyday life too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, what problem have I just conquered ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha, the laptop speakers weren't working !!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me, not a very IT savvy person. But I managed to work it out ! Not by my IT skills obviously. Somehow, things worked out. Pls, it wasn't just a problem of the speakers being muted. I ain't some dumbo. Hahas... It was a genuine problem! But woo! Solved, away, gone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love fighting battles. I'm a very stubborn person. I hate to accept defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't get me wrong. I do not hate to lose. I think it is alright to lose. But I hate to give up, I hate to accept things which I cannot do, which I think I obviously can, because I have God with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So are there times I lose? Yes of course. Many many many. Countless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But growth always come. Don't ask me how, I have no idea how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There are so many things at the back of my mind right now at this moment of time. So many. Sometimes I'm amazed at how thousand and one thoughts can run through my mind within a minute. But I love my mind. I love the way I think. My mind is not my strength. Many times, the Spirit gets down because of my mind. But I love it when God's in control of my mind. Love it when I start to hand over my mind to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;See it from a narrow perspective, my mind is my short coming, my mind causes me to stumble, my mind causes me to think in a way which I do not like, my mind brings forth all other shortcomings inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;See it from a broarder perspective, my mind is a God given gift. My mind is the thing that causes me to submit under the power of the Holy Spirit. My mind is the one which makes me clear my insides with God. My mind is the one that reveals my heart in a naked manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pst Lia once said ' The longest distance is from our minds to our hearts.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Definitely. Hands up agreement to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And you know what ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is the distance that you must walk through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Connect your mind with your heart, and deepen your insights. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-155981546189524411?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/155981546189524411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=155981546189524411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/155981546189524411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/155981546189524411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/05/woo-im-so-happy-now-because-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-135877996473859713</id><published>2008-04-28T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:51:55.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What attracts me ? Have you asked yourself this question before ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have always been asking myself this question, and I've been finding answers to this question all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Many things in this world attract me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today I was at macs buying food back home, and I was being served by a guy. I bought happy meal. So it came with a toy. He put the burger and the fries in one bag, the drink in another, and the toy in another. So there were 3 bags altogether. Just as he was about to pass me the food, he asked me to wait for awhile more. I was stunned, because I have already been waiting for quite long for the food. Then, he came in his hand, a bigger plastic bag. To put the bag of food, and the bag with the toy together, so that it'll be easier for me to carry. I looked at him, and I was attracted. Not by him, but by the something that's inside of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The attitude of going the extra mile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was on the cab to school today, for my first paper. I told the uncle ' Hi Uncle, NUS pls'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And he drove. Reached the school, and I said my thanks and bye. He said ' Don't forget to bring everything along, don't leave anything behind. All the best!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess somehow he knew that it was the uni exams period. I left the cab smiling. I was attracted. To his care for a stranger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alot of other things attract me. Share next time round. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mean while, think about what attracts you, and who attracts you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-135877996473859713?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/135877996473859713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=135877996473859713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/135877996473859713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/135877996473859713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-attracts-me-have-you-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-2811007686259822500</id><published>2008-04-23T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:30:31.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What do you feel like eating now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel like eating....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sambal Clams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chilli Crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Clam Chowder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fresh Oyster with lemon and tobasco sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fruit Salad with minimum amount of sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Warm Chocolate fondue with vanilla icecream topping with hazelnut crushes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dim Sum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Baby octopus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yum Yum... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As you have guessed, I have yet to have my dinner! But that is because I was not hungry when it was supposedly to be 'dinner time'. Tsk tsk tsk. My timings of meals are all over the place. No good, no good. Don't follow. I hope somebody will buy supper and deliver to my house at 11pm, when my stomach starts growling. They should have some supper delivery service. Now there's only macs and kfc. So boring! Fast food ain't good anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;btw, I CUT MY HAIR! I look good. As I have always been. Hahas. (: Tatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-2811007686259822500?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2811007686259822500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=2811007686259822500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2811007686259822500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2811007686259822500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-do-you-feel-like-eating-now-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1827156718662253440</id><published>2008-04-20T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:04:29.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some people will always ask me how come I have such an intimate relationship with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've given much thoughts about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I guess the reason is because I do not have many close friends around me in my life, up till this date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, I have alot of friends. But I do not have many close friends. As I give more thoughts into this part, I've come to the conclusion that my close friends right now are countable with 3 fingers. That deserves a major wow isn't it ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Am I sad that I have not many close friends ? Yea maybe a little. Because we humans always hope that there are people around you who can communicate and understand you. Even when you do not know how to communicate your thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I am a person who cannot really communicate my thoughts and emotions properly and accurately most of the time. And I do not feel that it is something to be ashamed of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, yeah, I do not have many close friends. Endangered species are the ones who can understand me totally. Almost really close to extinct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I think that is the main thing that drove me to always talk to God. And coming to a deep revelation that He is the only one who knows me after all. Humans are still humans. They are not God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Day after day, it becomes a habit, it becomes an instinct to straight away turn to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, Of cos I still wish that there are humans who can understand me and know me and call me and talk to me just at the very moment when I needed them. But I'm totally okay if there are none I guess. I'm pretty alright with just Mr God and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not saying that that is the best policy, because it is not. You still need human friends okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I guess its about shifting your dependency fulcrum. From humans to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think for some of us, it is okay to be too much of either side. Because everyone of us is different. For myself, I know that if I were to depend on humans, I'll be over liant somehow. So I'd always made sure that my fulcrum is more tend towards God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So Christine is very much a loner person ? Kind of. I like to have alone times in my life. In fact, I love it. But I'm definitely not anti social. I cannot live without having to mix around with people too.It is quite a crucial and big element in my life. Sounds confusing, contradicting isn't it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh well, for you to figure me out, and for me to let you figure it out. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1827156718662253440?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1827156718662253440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1827156718662253440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1827156718662253440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1827156718662253440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-people-will-always-ask-me-how-come.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1497012668080924413</id><published>2008-04-20T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:32:29.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is my favourite Psalm. Spend some time reading it. Internalize it. Grasp it. Nail it into your heart. This is something more than literature. Something beyond words and language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O Lord, You have searched me and known me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know my sitting down and my rising up;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You understand my thought afar off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You comprehend my path and my lying down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And are acquainted with all my ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For there is not a word on my tongue, But be hold, O Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know it altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have hedged me behind and before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And laid Your hand upon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is high, I cannot attain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where can I go from Your Spirit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Or where can I flee from Your presence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I ascend into heaven, You are ther;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I make my bed in hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;behold, You are there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I take the wings of the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even there Your hand shall lead me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And Your right hand shall hold me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I say, "Surely the darkness shall fall on me,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even the night shall be light about me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But the night shines as the day;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The darkness and the light are both alike to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For You formed my inward parts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You covered me in my mother's womb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Marvelous are Your works,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And that my soul knows very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My frame was not hidden from You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I was made in secret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your eyes saw my substance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;being yet unformed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And in Your book they all were written,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The days fashion for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When as yet there was none of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How great is the sum of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I awake, I am still with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, that You would slay the wicked, O God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Depart from me, therefore, you bloodthirsty men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For they speak against You wickedly;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your enemies take Your name in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do I not hate them, O Lor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;who hate You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And do I not loathe those who rise up against You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hate them with perfect hatred;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I count them my enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Search me, O God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and know my heart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Try me, and know my anxieties;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And see if there is any wicked way in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And lead me in the way everlasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ps 139.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1497012668080924413?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1497012668080924413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1497012668080924413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1497012668080924413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1497012668080924413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-my-favourite-psalm.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-2938677416170240026</id><published>2008-04-16T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T18:59:56.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good Morning everybody! Wake up time! Its way past my usual wake up time, that's why I'm wide awake now. Just made myself a cup of ice coffee to last me till afternoon before the next cup. I'm having more and more caffine intake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Woke up this morning sms-ing Miss Chen Yinglin to meet me for my calculator! Then a crazy thought came in. We can have a bubble tea SHORT gathering today after the calculator trade! Notice the word SHORT is being emphasized here. Yes, yes. Grit my teeth, study, study, study! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bubble tea, bubble tea, bubble tea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My computer went down to its grave yesterday afternoon. Big brother promised to come home to cure it, hoping to revive it. Guess what. He came home past 12, and he didn't fulfil his promise! So... my comp is still in its grave. But I'm still waiting for a miracle to happen! Call me stupid if you want, but I still choose to believe in what I choose to believe in! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was studying some geog hydrological system last night. And I'm proud to say that before I fell asleep, I had most of the facts already in my mind. (: When you focus, you get what you want in life. Oh yea! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I study everything by drawing mindmaps. I feel that by doing mindmaps, I can paint out whats exactly in my mind better. Much better, much more efficient, much more broader, yet detailed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone works in different manners. Don't depise your way or style of doing things! I believe that we're all unique, and you're you, I'm me! Haha. Imitate the heart, not photocopy the way. Once you get the heart, naturally the style will come. Be proud and honoured about your own style of doing things. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, I guess its back to studying time for me. For those of you who have yet to wake up, PLS! WAKE UP! Well. Unless you slept at 5am, then you have the authority to sleep. Haha. Time is precious. Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-2938677416170240026?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/2938677416170240026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=2938677416170240026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2938677416170240026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/2938677416170240026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-morning-everybody-wake-up-time-its.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1404567116000582353</id><published>2008-04-08T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:26:26.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SUDDENLY is a very powerful word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Notice how sometimes, and most of the time, Jesus works in our lives with this word ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SUDDENLY, the blind man was healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SUDDENLY, the woman with the issue of blood for 12 years has ceased bleeding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was listening to this song by CHC called ' like the woman'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I recalled how God moved in my life SUDDENLY too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I started to thank and praise God on the bus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wished that bus trip could never end. It did anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But my praises and thanksgiving ain't gonna stop here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have faith for a change! SUDDENLY! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1404567116000582353?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1404567116000582353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1404567116000582353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1404567116000582353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1404567116000582353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/04/suddenly-is-very-powerful-word.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-4330607936280751827</id><published>2008-04-07T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:02:53.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today ain't the best day on earth for me! I seldom get a bad day like this actually. So today is rare. Nothing really BAD happened, but I just don't feel like I'm uplifted on the inside, just feel tiredness and lethagy all over... That's what makes it a bad day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you are feeling the same way as I do, that's good! Because it makes us human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I don't like the way I feel today, so I'm going to change it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So guess what I'm going to do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm going to play all the praise songs I have and I'm going to start praising God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is the best time to praise God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You need to praise God when you need to praise God man... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Moods can be changed, before they swing like a see saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Emotions can be changed, before they go out as knives or daggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feelings can be changed, before you feel so much and ending up with more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm a person who hate to waste time. I hate it when I have some free time, say half hour or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even if I don't have anything to do, I'll have to, somehow, find something to do. Another thing, I cannot stand it when I see people around me doing nothing. And I hate it when I ask people what are they doing now, they give me an answer of nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come on man, time is not for you to waste. Nothing is such an empty hollow meaningless word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Get up and do something! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Making a cup of coffee for yourself is better than nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Watching tv is better than nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thinking about some stuffs in your life is better than nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hanging out is better than nothing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha... unbelieveable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; if you have a person who says nothing to do when you pop that question, pls, snap him back into reality, and tell him how expensive the oxygen that he is breathing in is. Don't waste oxygen at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-4330607936280751827?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4330607936280751827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=4330607936280751827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4330607936280751827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4330607936280751827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-aint-best-day-on-earth-for-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-528219199403762828</id><published>2008-04-04T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:33:25.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just have to blog about this. It's hilarious. And you must know about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was heading for cryroom to get ready for CG yesterday, when Miss Ang Jie Hui came walking towards me, looking very sad. And yes, as predicted, she started whining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here goes : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jiehui : Christineeeeeee... the vending machine ate up my money....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Christine : Huh ? Really ah ? Come, let me help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jiehui : Alrights! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I pulled her and we were standing right infront of the vending machine. I was all set for war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I lifted up my hands, and hit the machine ( Really gently okay. Really. I promise.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And just as we thought that nothing will happen, the funniest thing happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Money started to come out from the machine. Not alot, but slightly more than what Jiehui put in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, being people of integrity, we gave the money back. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, let the things that your hands touch flourish and grow! Haha. What a lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Make things happen with your hands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-528219199403762828?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/528219199403762828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=528219199403762828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/528219199403762828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/528219199403762828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-have-to-blog-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1857556501528024181</id><published>2008-04-04T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T18:47:17.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just changed my bed! My brother gave me his bed, and we did some shifting of furnitures today. Not done yet though. Waiting for my parents to come back, then we'll decide as in how to shift the rest of the furnitures. It's tiring, sweaty, but exciting. Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm going to be home alone for 5 days from the 9th April onwards. No doggy even. My mom's sending it to another person to take care of it, because obviously I wasn't a pro at taking care of animals. But I think I'll kinda miss my dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't understand how people can only come to church for only once a week. It's so scary, yet so sad. Maybe that's why we're so different in everything that we do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Builders vs Takers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's the fundamental difference that lies in everything in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even if you're in the builder 'category', you've got to take about what kind of builder are you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) Builder who only builds when there's a need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2) Builder who only builds so as to admire the building after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3) Builder who builds only when given the materials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4) Builder who builds with anything and everything he has, regardless of whether there is a need, and seldom take the time to admire the end result, because he'll be too busy building the next building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Many people in this world like to keep themselves busy in life because they're afraid to face the emptiness of the world when they are alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They always seem so busy in their lives... going for tuition... going for parties... going for work... etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think its good, because they are making full use of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But, my concern goes out to them all the more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, what do you get after being so busy with your own life ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'd rather be busy with another person's life. I'd rather spend my life building something for the next few generations. I'd rather be real to myself. Think about it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1857556501528024181?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1857556501528024181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1857556501528024181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1857556501528024181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1857556501528024181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-changed-my-bed-my-brother-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-4589108548992868596</id><published>2008-04-03T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:52:30.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't seem to fall asleep because of whatever reasons tonight. (: But it's okay, I can blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Been travelling quite abit by bus lately, and I've come to a conclusion about certain things in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is what I saw : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A elderly couple boarding the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The man was initially taking the lead, while the wife followed behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But upon reaching the 2 seater seats, the man allowed the wife to go in first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A middle aged couple, rather big sized, boarind the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The man also allowed the wife to go into the seat first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#3: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Two girls, one being slightly more guyish, boarding the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The more guyish one also allowed the other girl to go into the seat first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you're in love, you want your partner to get the best things in life first. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's why I always give the One I love the best in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My best years, my best worship, my best giving. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been mugging like crazy. Can literally feel the stress! Haha, I'm human okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't keep thinking that I don't feel stressed, I don't feel anything in life okay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But it's amazing how I feel so ever more alert on the inside even in the midst of warring with my books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-4589108548992868596?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4589108548992868596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=4589108548992868596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4589108548992868596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4589108548992868596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-seem-to-fall-asleep-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-7808753333413897766</id><published>2008-03-29T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:24:17.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My parents just came back from Yun Nan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They went there for a short trip, enjoying their lives, having a break from their normal lives I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been studying, having an almost overdose of coffee these few days.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Coffee works for me, but it doesn't seem to work on other people. Maybe they should switch to tea. Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The first slurp of the coffee makes me feel like I'm ready to take on anything and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As I slurp some more of that cup of piping hot coffee, I feel increasingly more energised and getting into a higher and greater momentum to do things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After somebody in my life fell sick because of an overdose of coffee, I stopped drinking coffee for 2 days. Fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I went for st nicks funfair with my friend, and it's so funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was perspiring like mad, because the sun was like staring at me, like real STARE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because ever since the beginning of time, it has always been the 3 of us. Me, best friend #1 and best friend #2. We are like the three musketeers or something, and we make ourselves a name in St Nicks just few years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We were as close as super glue, previously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Time past, people walk in and out of our lives, each of us found new purpose in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, one of them, best friend #2, is not as close to me anymore. I haven't been talking to her for about few months, close to 1 year. Then, best friend #1 dropped a bomb on me, and told me that best friend #2 is attached. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shocked to another extreme, the people whom I know are almost ALL attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What is the world getting to ? Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I listened, with many thoughts running through my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I can only do one thing after the whole conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I sighed, and I thanked God for my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank God, if not, I'll end up like one of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing bad, nothing nasty. Just that, I'm living a much bigger life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No smallness in my life. Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-7808753333413897766?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7808753333413897766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=7808753333413897766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7808753333413897766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7808753333413897766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-parents-just-came-back-from-yun-nan.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-6981653805388542619</id><published>2008-03-23T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:44:25.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BEING FIRST CLASS IS DIFFERENT. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and I'm going to be that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-6981653805388542619?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/6981653805388542619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=6981653805388542619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6981653805388542619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/6981653805388542619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-first-class-is-different.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-9007153042253682814</id><published>2008-03-20T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:36:08.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I spent 1 hour plus slightly in the library today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just read and read and read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's amazing how within 1 week, so many things can be happening around the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Read about the boss of SAKAE sushi, how he started his business etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Also about Vladimir Putin, the current Russia president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;About the coal economy.. About the world's philanthropists..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Forbes and Time mag are the best thing la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Used to hate it like crazy, because it's forever so wordy and boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But somehow, I really enjoy reading it now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm just so driven by the future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I cannot imagine the day a visitor or a Pastor visiting hoGc comes, and discuss about world affairs, and I have got zero substance to input. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My perspective of things changed so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Building the church is good, growing the church is good, doing church work is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But you know what, building a world class church in a first world nation is a different thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's so broad, so wide, so majestic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's a new direction. Feel it, catch it, grow with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-9007153042253682814?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/9007153042253682814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=9007153042253682814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/9007153042253682814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/9007153042253682814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-spent-1-hour-plus-slightly-in-library.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-7250715795461552231</id><published>2008-03-19T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:16:00.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you see, I have this playlist of songs which I play while I'm studying. Not all Christian songs. Pls, I am not in stone age. Haha! But I always change to the second playlist the moment I wake up. I always believe in starting the day right by praising GOD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So yes, I am listening to ' Awaken my soul'. Haha, though my soul is pretty much awakened already because I slept at 12 plus last night, which is pretttttttyyyyy early as compared to the 3 plus for the past few nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Currently, I am at a stage of my life which I have and I must hide in a hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel like a rabbit! At first I really disliked this hole. But now, I'm starting to enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It feels gooooooooooddddd ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess my brain was way beyond saturation last night. I just could not absorb anymore! I felt a literal expansion in the brain. Awesome feeling. Try it! You'll be amazed how smart you can get. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IF YOU WANT TO FEEL SMARTER, THEN DO SOMETHING IN YOUR LIFE TO FEEL SMARTER!&lt;/span&gt;  :  to study like 6-7hrs daily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel smarter and smarter as the days go by. Everyday I've been studying minimally 6-7hours aday. Calculating, I would have studied minimally 35 hours a day, minus weekends. How amazing. Sleeping only 4-5 hours a day makes me feel like at the top of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha, I've been telling myself this: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I AM THE BEST STUDENT.&lt;/span&gt; because, seriously,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; NOBODY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; studies &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYDAY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;at this rate. If they do, they ain't really students, they are just big time study-holic. Big is an understatement. It should be 'GIGANTIC'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I bought coloured post its! Those little small squarely kind. It's cool. Because now I get to stick things ALL over my books and notes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I stick things like  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;' THE ABILITY TO FOCUS IS A TEST TO YOUR CHARACTER. FOCUS!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha, obviously, that time, I was having a little hard time in focusing because I was quite tired already. But I pushed myself forward. So I studied for half an hour more. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;STUDENT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A colourful one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-7250715795461552231?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7250715795461552231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=7250715795461552231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7250715795461552231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7250715795461552231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-see-i-have-this-playlist-of-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-3845031311776328489</id><published>2008-03-18T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:40:04.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God must be a thief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because He stole my heart and refuse to take anyone take it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God must be a lyricist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because He fills my empty song in my heart with beautiful lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God must be the creator of roller coaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because with Him around, my life is a roller coaster ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God must be serious about my calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because He puts me through tests of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With all I am, I still love Him all the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-3845031311776328489?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/3845031311776328489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=3845031311776328489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/3845031311776328489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/3845031311776328489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-must-be-thief.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1207262578808800071</id><published>2008-03-15T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:12:10.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Service was really powerful yesterday. It was mind blowing, life changing, world turning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I sat there in my seat, I felt like I was going to fall off the edge of my seat anytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thats how good it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My life has been pretty much going on good. Been studying my head off. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I started a campaign. You can join in if you want! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;STUDIES 2.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha!!! I think I'm really quite a retarded person. Maybe that's why I'm so easy to hang out with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know you love hanging out with me.. because you're one of me! Retarded peeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm really thankful for the people around me. They seem to know me even better than I know myself. And.. they seem to just know when I needed some encouragements in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is what I call BFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can be your BFF if you do not have one. (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On the side note, something really funny happened before service yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was holding on to a choc, and somehow, it started to melt. I was shocked! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I went around saying.. 'EH!! help!! The choc is melting !! I can't help it but I'm just too hot!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the world laughed. Me too. I can't imagine such things to come out from my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Too funny to be true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Funny Christine. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's why you love to hang out with me. Haha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1207262578808800071?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1207262578808800071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1207262578808800071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1207262578808800071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1207262578808800071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/03/service-was-really-powerful-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1042787850876163587</id><published>2008-03-12T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:45:52.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Egg tarts! Egg tarts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha, bought my family beautiful egg tarts yesterday on my way home. I surprised them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday I came home at 4 plus 5, and they got a beautiful shock too. Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chalet has been a fun rocking time. I still can't believe how I could slp in the middle of the chalet, with so much riots and chaos going on around me. Ah, I must have really really slept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I prayed for an hour yesterday, and it felt great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The moment I started to pray, I just couldn't stop. I just kept going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You should try it one day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Been drinking lots of coffee, and it is helping me pretty much in staying awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Coffee is good. Latte and cappucino are the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been loved surprisingly rather often for the past few days! I'm really surprised! Its amazing how small little surprises can make your day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So now I'm on my mission to love another person surprisingly today! (: Maybe the next one will be yoU! Watch ouT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1042787850876163587?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1042787850876163587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1042787850876163587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1042787850876163587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1042787850876163587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/03/egg-tarts-egg-tarts-haha-bought-my.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-7341174213128032609</id><published>2008-03-09T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T10:33:58.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hate it when people don't communicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some people just expect you to understand everything on this earth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can't stand it when people don't communicate their thoughts and ideas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And one day bombards you with all or most that was on their minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's why I say, communication is so important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh wells. God, help put communication through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-7341174213128032609?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/7341174213128032609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=7341174213128032609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7341174213128032609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/7341174213128032609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-it-when-people-dont-communicate.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1566362206475156689</id><published>2008-03-04T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T04:11:53.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I went home today, and I got a shock! My mom tied her hair. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And she was looking very sad with the PSP remote in her hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah, so I figured out that she doesn't know how to operate that PSP thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You see, my DVD remote control is spoilt, so somehow, my fantastically brilliant brother figured out a new way to operate the DVD player, while the remote is sent for repair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And my mom isn't those IT pro... just like me. Hahahhas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, me being so nice and filial to my mom, I helped her with it! Without even putting down my books and bag! Hoho, I think she's touched. I know she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then my dad shocked me. He told me that he's going on a tour with my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To Yun Nan. Haha! Ok... that means I'll be left at home alone for 1 week again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not too much of a bad thing though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Loving my parents.... more and more! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Turn to your neighbours and say.... Love your parents with the love of Christ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1566362206475156689?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1566362206475156689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1566362206475156689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1566362206475156689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1566362206475156689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-went-home-today-and-i-got-shock-my.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-1528112216508505848</id><published>2008-03-03T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:19:53.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think it's so hard to make me angry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even if there was anger, it never last for more than 5 minutes. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just cannot bring myself to be angry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you can make me angry, that means you're REALLY amazing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today so many things happened... going to school so early to see none of my proj group mates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Taking a bus but can't seem to find my ezi link to tap after that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I just cannot stand the fact that I have to live a bad day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I decided to live happy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I did something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I met up with the one of those most fun people in my life, studied with them, and went home early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes hanging around the right people makes everything right in your life man.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like really early, at 4plus5 I was at home already! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I slept, woke up, and continued my enormous task of packing my wardrobe.. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I was just sitting in the middle of the pile of clothes... with my hp next to me... and sms-ing so many people... about how's their day... how's their papers.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes technology gets the better of us... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was just commenting to I forgot who the other day.. that I cannot stand it when a couple keeps 'talking' via sms... got problems or not, still sms.... break up or not.... still sms.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come on, isn't it so childish. Hahas... No guts in a relationship man.... Ah wells, my personal view, don't take it to heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha, I'm going to love my family surprisingly tmr. Shall get some good food from somewhere and bring home for them... (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love God, Love people, Love life..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never live past one bad day.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-1528112216508505848?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/1528112216508505848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=1528112216508505848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1528112216508505848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/1528112216508505848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-its-so-hard-to-make-me-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-906788321596520170.post-4884104783691770659</id><published>2008-03-02T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T07:29:53.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Woo! My holidays just came to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;End Times bible studies just started, and is on the go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How exciting. I think Pst How is really awesome, because he is the man who is able to teach the bible in such an excitingly surprisingly manner. He makes me love the Word more and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's coming up next in my life ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;More End Times Bible Studies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And... D Zone Chalet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The chalet is just going to be super R&amp;amp;R. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Only two activities - Passion + Worship session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The rest ? Haha, eating, slack, and be merry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went home with Sam, Nick and one of Nick's member today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And Sam and I listened to some Jay Chou songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I realised that the song I like is actually called ' zhui chang de dian yin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hear songs, love them, but seldom remember the titles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bad, bad, bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's like loving a person without knowing his/her name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bad, bad, bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's why Jesus is so amazing. He loves you, and He knows your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's why He is Jesus... haahahahas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love Jesus, and know His name too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/906788321596520170-4884104783691770659?l=kelistinn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/feeds/4884104783691770659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=906788321596520170&amp;postID=4884104783691770659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4884104783691770659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/906788321596520170/posts/default/4884104783691770659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelistinn.blogspot.com/2008/03/woo-my-holidays-just-came-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06805456829727509975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
