<?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-32151238</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:39:01.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE BeAtiTuDeS</title><subtitle type='html'>Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. 
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. 
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. 
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they'll be filled. 
Blessed are the merciful, for they'll be shown mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they'll see God. 
Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteous, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-4394662759251526864</id><published>2008-10-28T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:20:30.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take these wings</title><content type='html'>I found a sparrow lying on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Her life, I knew, would soon be at an end&lt;br /&gt;I knelt before her as she made a sound&lt;br /&gt;And listened as she said, 'My friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these wings and learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;To the highest mountain in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Take these eyes and learn to see&lt;br /&gt;All the things so dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;Take this song and learn to sing&lt;br /&gt;Fill your hearts with all the joy of spring&lt;br /&gt;Take this heart and set it free&lt;br /&gt;Let it fly beyond the sea.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found another sparrow on the sand&lt;br /&gt;A tiny bird whose life had just begun&lt;br /&gt;I picked him up and held him in my hand&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at him and said, 'My son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these wings and learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;To the highest mountain in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Take these eyes and learn to see&lt;br /&gt;All the things so dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;Take this song and learn to sing&lt;br /&gt;Fill your hearts with all the joy of spring&lt;br /&gt;Take this heart and set it free&lt;br /&gt;Let it fly beyond the sea.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/H2LdqFvIHV/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/H2LdqFvIHV/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-4394662759251526864?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4394662759251526864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=4394662759251526864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4394662759251526864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4394662759251526864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-these-wings.html' title='Take these wings'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-573180951392430217</id><published>2008-07-27T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:18.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched by his sweetness:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/SIx5y8SxpkI/AAAAAAAAASI/dVAax9QJBxA/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227687183555601986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/SIx5y8SxpkI/AAAAAAAAASI/dVAax9QJBxA/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tyler, my Korean boy. I took this photo when he was on the bus. I was curious about what he was eating, so I asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my surprise, the next day he came to class and approached me with a towel. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227687670175940210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/SIx6PRGGvnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/84rkdNZZ__8/s320/DSC00443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TA-DA!! He gave me this. The Korean rice cake. I gave one to Jolyn as I could not finish them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a sweet thought. It touches my heart to feel blessed and loved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What can I say? These little children are the ones who often bring the smile to my face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank God for them! Half a year more, we will have to part. I'm so not looking forward to it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will miss them loads!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-573180951392430217?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/573180951392430217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=573180951392430217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/573180951392430217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/573180951392430217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2008/07/touched-by-his-sweetness.html' title='Touched by his sweetness:)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/SIx5y8SxpkI/AAAAAAAAASI/dVAax9QJBxA/s72-c/DSC00322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-6048038710708465628</id><published>2008-07-20T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:19.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/SINFs890rQI/AAAAAAAAASA/RdtsNGnDhDA/s1600-h/BX_sport_34FRONT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/SINFs890rQI/AAAAAAAAASA/RdtsNGnDhDA/s320/BX_sport_34FRONT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225096631261900034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the car that i'm driving. :P It's a 2008 Honda Fit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that it's a dream come true. Ever since Honda came out with their new series of Jazz, Civic and Fit, i've began to like Honda cars more. Initially, the car I first drove was a Nissan and then he changed his car to a Honda Fit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish that it's my car and not my driving instructor's. :P It's a really a car with nice interior and coolness. I love driving it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My instructor is a really funny guy and he's really a very good istructor. Every lesson is exciting as I learn new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, was my 3rd lesson and I went onto the road instead of circulating in the carparks. I drove to Expo and drove around that area. I wonder what is install for me this week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite exciting!! I've never expected myself to be driving on the road where there are traffic lights and many cars.Now, it has come to past.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original test date is 9th Oct'08 but i've to rebook as i can't take leave to go for the test in the afternoon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I will get my license on my first try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-6048038710708465628?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6048038710708465628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=6048038710708465628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/6048038710708465628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/6048038710708465628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2008/07/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/SINFs890rQI/AAAAAAAAASA/RdtsNGnDhDA/s72-c/BX_sport_34FRONT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-2716356883968961358</id><published>2008-06-16T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:58:19.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>16th of every month is always a special day... &lt;br /&gt;It has been a month, yet I still miss him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-2716356883968961358?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2716356883968961358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=2716356883968961358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2716356883968961358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2716356883968961358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2008/06/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-694354655342326341</id><published>2008-06-11T12:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:16:29.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timely</title><content type='html'>It's so amazing!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what people tell me, I just still can't get out of the misery. That's because I'm waiting for God to speak to me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up and there was a still small voice that says, "It's time you listen to Joyce Meyer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been months since I listen to her. I logged on and guess what!! The Tv broadcast was about the process of emotional healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust always have some unanswered questions. It's time I stop asking why. Instead trust God that He knows what I am going through. He loves me and has a good plan for me. If God wants me to know, He will tell me. If He does not, it's better off that I don't need to know. The moment I stop asking why, healing will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bruised reed He will not break, And smoking flax He will not quench; He will bring forth justice for truth.&lt;br /&gt;*Isaiah 42:3*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a state where I feel so hopeless. Yet Abraham was also hopeless when God told him that he will be a father of many nations and have Isaac. That's because in the natural realm he can't see it. Yet he chose to have that hope in faith, that's why he believed and indeed became a father of many nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time that I remember that faith, trust and strength that I used to have in God.&lt;br /&gt;God will heal my heart!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-694354655342326341?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/694354655342326341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=694354655342326341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/694354655342326341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/694354655342326341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2008/06/timely.html' title='Timely'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-3491738030050717201</id><published>2008-06-10T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:51:36.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Now, everyone seems upset, so upset. What have I caused? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can close this chapter of misery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired, so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Who can heal my broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;Who can answer my whys or take away my need to know why?&lt;br /&gt;Who can understand everything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-3491738030050717201?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3491738030050717201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=3491738030050717201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3491738030050717201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3491738030050717201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-4041338573507166095</id><published>2008-05-25T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:02:58.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but pain</title><content type='html'>Injustice&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;Hurts&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who understands what I'm going through?&lt;br /&gt;Who can heal my broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pain is so hard to bear.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears are all that i'm left with.&lt;br /&gt;Hope is gone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-4041338573507166095?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4041338573507166095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=4041338573507166095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4041338573507166095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4041338573507166095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2008/05/nothing-but-pain.html' title='Nothing but pain'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-113080706408806543</id><published>2007-11-11T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:11:36.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never walk without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BDd2NnDNuAM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BDd2NnDNuAM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is indeed the song of my heart. *tear drop* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never want to walk without You. You're all I have and I want to be lost in Your love forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-113080706408806543?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113080706408806543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=113080706408806543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/113080706408806543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/113080706408806543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-never-walk-without-you.html' title='I&apos;ll never walk without You'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-7904784418045974673</id><published>2007-11-05T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:19.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pledging weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You call us to fol-low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And we place all we have into Your hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You're all that we desire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You show us Your kingdom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Built into our hearts forevermore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jesus our lives belong to You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Take all of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I give You my all for all of You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Move in Your power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Open the heavens Lord today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Take all of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Make us Your light for all to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Change this world we live in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Let Your harvest in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Let Your harvest in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Take all of me for all of You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;All consuming fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Take all of me for all of You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You're my heart's desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was singing this song, tears began to roll down my cheeks. What flashed through my mind were the things i've sacrificed and let go just to obey and seek Him. They were people I hold dear and are close to my heart, dreams I want to pursue and items I want to own. With all these resurfacing, my heart was stirred with a moment of sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep down in my heart I was also thinking that there will be more that i've to sacrifice or put on hold in order to fulfil this building fund. The amount is not a large amount but yet it's not something i've on hand at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I believe that God will be my Jehovah Jireh. Through Him, I will live in great abundance and an open heaven of blessings where I will be able to be a vessel of blessings to others too. I also sensed in my Spirit that I will definitely be able to fulfil this pledge and with certainty that I will be able to fulfil it even in less than six months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that moment of sadness, what covers me was an assurance of peace and faith. His love seems to be overflowing in my life that I simply feel so loved by HIM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may sound really mushy but I'm really so in love right now. The ability to fall deeper in love with HIM is just so beautiful... :) What lies ahead are things unseen and uncertainties, but what I want to do is to walk this journey with HIM because I know that HE LOVES ME. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129334364784899554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ry8Obas1NeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_QK3xxH4I58/s320/Love_3_by_mjagiellicz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7904784418045974673?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7904784418045974673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7904784418045974673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7904784418045974673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7904784418045974673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/11/pledging-weekend.html' title='Pledging weekend'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ry8Obas1NeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_QK3xxH4I58/s72-c/Love_3_by_mjagiellicz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-2859965998259126279</id><published>2007-11-03T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:19.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RyxClqs1NdI/AAAAAAAAARw/dB_IiRRMQ28/s1600-h/butterfly_01_by_negromante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128547290553071058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RyxClqs1NdI/AAAAAAAAARw/dB_IiRRMQ28/s200/butterfly_01_by_negromante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was just something that Dan shared with me as a word of encouragement. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A caterpillar metaphosises to a butterfly. It definitely would not know what it would become. Yet following the laws of nature, it sheaths itself into a cocoon. It knows that changes is painful but in the end it turned out to be beautiful butterfly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just like the caterpillar who is probably in the stage of a cocoon. God is preparing and moulding me. He stretches me but He will not cause me to stumble. He wants me to become a beautiful butterfly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed growth is unbearable and there are alot of uncertainties ahead. Yet, looking back at how much i've grown everything is worth it. Jesus is the reason why I'm living for. I'm going to press on!! Keep running or maybe flying. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Delight in yourself also in the Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and He shall give you the desires of your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Commit your way in the Lord, trust also in Him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and He shall bring it to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He shall bring forth your righteousness as the light, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and your justice as the noon day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do not fret becasue of him who prospers in his way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;because of the man who brings wicked schemes to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cease from anger, and forsake wrath; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do not fret - it only causes harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For evildoers shall be cut off;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But those who wait on the Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;they shall inherit the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Psalm 37:3-9*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-2859965998259126279?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2859965998259126279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=2859965998259126279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2859965998259126279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2859965998259126279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/11/butterfly.html' title='A butterfly'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RyxClqs1NdI/AAAAAAAAARw/dB_IiRRMQ28/s72-c/butterfly_01_by_negromante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-2131104170011759845</id><published>2007-11-03T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:19.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust and obey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ryw4hqs1NbI/AAAAAAAAARg/-7vaZh-dpg4/s1600-h/The_Only_Way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128536226717316530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ryw4hqs1NbI/AAAAAAAAARg/-7vaZh-dpg4/s200/The_Only_Way.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He has made everything beautiful in its time...&lt;/strong&gt; *Ecclesiastes 3:11*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Matthew 6:33*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-2131104170011759845?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2131104170011759845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=2131104170011759845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2131104170011759845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2131104170011759845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/11/trust-and-obey.html' title='Trust and obey'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ryw4hqs1NbI/AAAAAAAAARg/-7vaZh-dpg4/s72-c/The_Only_Way.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-762112015285827281</id><published>2007-11-03T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:19.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Outing with CG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rywdhqs1NZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Jc1MuZOkSAM/s1600-h/stardust.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128506539903366546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rywdhqs1NZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Jc1MuZOkSAM/s320/stardust.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shaun, Terence, Lijun, Wanyun, Ris, Daniel, Matthew, Geraldine and I went to catch this show yesterday at Plaza Sing after CG. There was some disruptions and the show started only at 12.10am instead of 11.30pm. We had an extra ticket as Weisang suddenly fell sick after coming back from his flight. Hopefully, he's feeling better now as he has to fly to Rome tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I enjoyed the show very much. It was very light-hearted. We had a very good laugh. The plot and the cast were pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I liked the way the characters were developed throughout the show. Tristan (Charlie Cox) tried to win the heart of Victoria (Sienna Miller) who preferred her pompous beau Humphrey (Henry Cavill). While trying to woo her, they saw a star fell to the ground in the lands on the other side of an ancient wall, which legends said separates England from the magical land of Stormhold. He promised that he would bring her the star back in return for her hand in marriage and entered the magical realm, embarking on an adventure. That was a very simple kind of love where he was willing to do anything for the gal. It's just so sweet yet not feasible in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tristan met Yvaine (Claire Danes) who was the fallen star which he was supposed to bring back for Victoria on her birthday. Initially, they could not get along with each other and as he had a dream he began to realise that he needed to protect her from Lamia (Michelle Pfeifer). That was what sparked off true love. It's just so beautiful how one could find true love. Often, we always think this person is the one yet at the end of the day, that was not the true love but just a moment of emotion hikes. That was because it was probably based on the outer appearance - physical attraction. However, yet what made one really so beautiful is often the character and the heart. True enough, physical attraction is needed. Yet what is truely important is whether you can really get along with each other's character, accept each other's flaws and be commited to love each other even when you age and when days are bad. In this show, it was through the time they spent with each other that they began to develop the love for each other and understand what true love is. Tristan was a man of his word. He kept his promise of bringing the star back for her birthday. What was beautiful was that both Tristan and Yvaine knew that their love for each other was true through the willingness to protect each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Robert De Niro's performance in this movie was excellent. He pulled the role(Captain Shakespeare) off incredibly well with a good amount of camp and humor. I liked his good heart and character where he was willing to help the two of them who are in dire straits. He's someone who possesses so much talents and taught Tristan and Yvaine to be someone who increases in strength and character. Indeed. all of us have talents and abilities to become someone of great value and attractive if we are willing to undergo the training, moulding and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's really a nice show. After watching it, somehow I wish I could be a fallen star where my prince would protect me too. However, I believe and am waiting for God's timing and perfect plan. I've always like stars and wanted to be one. Why? Stars shine in the dark. In moments of darkness, I wish I could shine and bring light to those who are discouraged and unloved. Stars are beautiful. They beautify the sky in the dark. Do you know that they are millions of stars in the sky. Yet man could not really see them in Singapore as it's too bright here. In comparison, there are also many people around us but we could not see them. That's because we focus too much on people who are close to us and neglected those who are behind the scene. Maybe we should change the way we look at things and appreciate those unseen stars in our lives. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-762112015285827281?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/762112015285827281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=762112015285827281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/762112015285827281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/762112015285827281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/11/movie-outing-with-cg.html' title='Movie Outing with CG'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rywdhqs1NZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Jc1MuZOkSAM/s72-c/stardust.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-2326034986353981430</id><published>2007-11-03T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T14:40:32.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Jamming @ East Coast ( 29th Oct'07)</title><content type='html'>This is the video that Daniel took of Weisiang playing the guitar and singing a love song. I couldn't remember what song it was though. He sang and played pretty well but my giggles spoilt the whole mtv. hehe..:P Enjoy!! Three of us had a very good time playing the guitar. I guess jamming might be our common activity very soon. That's because Weisiang and Daniel bought new guitars. I remembered that it was a month back where i brought my guitar along when we go to East Coast and we started playing then. Now, it's no longer one guitar but three. Weisiang is now undergoing guitar lessons with Bro Zhiwei so I will try to ask him to teach me what he learnt from him. Iron sharpens iron mah. It's good to learn from people. Daniel said that there might be a birth of a trio. :P haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I haven't been updating my blog because i've migrated from friendster to facebook and have been uploading photos and storyboards there. Sorry people!! :) I will still update my blog with updates that can't be put on facebook though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D7PzMTaMvSI&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D7PzMTaMvSI&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-2326034986353981430?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2326034986353981430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=2326034986353981430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2326034986353981430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2326034986353981430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/11/guitar-jamming-east-coast-29th-oct07.html' title='Guitar Jamming @ East Coast ( 29th Oct&apos;07)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-154618543237195376</id><published>2007-11-01T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:20.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zhi Ling and I went jogging after school on yesterday. While jogging I mentioned to her that I want to get breakfast. Then we both realised that we had cravings for DONUTS. We missed the donuts we bought from Batam during our wakeboarding trip. So, we decided that we would go and buy donuts after the jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bedok Interchange as her uncle told her that there is a Munchy Donut stall there now. However, it was yet to be opened. Thank God that there was another donut stall. It's called Donut Donut. The name seemed very common and non-fascinating. Yet, I remembered that Benny bought me the princess donut from Donut Donut before. I didn't eat it back then as I thought it would be too sweet due the the pink icing on it. However, he told me that their donuts are not too bad. So Zhi Ling and I decide to just purchase the donuts to try out.  We bought a dozen and got two free donuts each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128502545583781234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RywZ5Ks1NXI/AAAAAAAAARA/14PuVd4FcXQ/s320/SP_A1011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was the girl girl donut which I brought to school for tea-break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128502648662996354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RywZ_Ks1NYI/AAAAAAAAARI/lJ7EOArjvLo/s320/SP_A1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These were what was left-over when I woke up on Thursday morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, the donuts taste good and they look pretty too. My favourite ones were the ones with chocolate or peppermint fillings. :) Since donuts are so within my reach now, I will expect myself eating more donuts. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-154618543237195376?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/154618543237195376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=154618543237195376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/154618543237195376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/154618543237195376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/11/donuts.html' title='Donuts'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RywZ5Ks1NXI/AAAAAAAAARA/14PuVd4FcXQ/s72-c/SP_A1011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-7134087791452640078</id><published>2007-10-31T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:20.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaiting for my getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ryfimas1NWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dnmQ8BRc5Nc/s1600-h/home2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127315850414863714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ryfimas1NWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dnmQ8BRc5Nc/s320/home2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm going to Bintan again this December from the 8th to 10th and will be staying at this beautiful place. Bev said that the timings have yet to be confirmed. This trip is really a discounted blessings from the Lord. Given that we will be staying at Angsana, it will probably cost each one of us about 400++ bucks. Yet, Bev manage to alias with the tour agency and we managed to get a package extended to us at 480 bucks for two. So each one of us paid only 240 bucks. God is good!! I guess this would not be my only trip out of Singapore this December. Zhi Ling and I may be thinking of flying on a SQ after we get our year end bonus. I know that it's building fund season but I just want to trust God that as I sow into the building fund, He would grant the desires of my heart too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really can't wait!! I'm so looking forward to my trip. Seasports, sun tanning, swimming and hopefully spa...:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7134087791452640078?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7134087791452640078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7134087791452640078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7134087791452640078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7134087791452640078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/10/awaiting-for-my-getaway.html' title='Awaiting for my getaway'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ryfimas1NWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dnmQ8BRc5Nc/s72-c/home2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-5722430531138139328</id><published>2007-10-20T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:20.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>This week alone, i've watched two movies both with two different friends with the initial of B. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123296563326735618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RxmbFHgR1QI/AAAAAAAAAPY/m5p6Z1YJZAM/s320/i_now_pronounce_you_chuck_and_larry_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was a very humourous show. Laughed big time. It portrays about love between good friends. I found the storyline very touching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123297894766597426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RxmcSngR1TI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ofjueU4t0g8/s320/img2551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I watched this last night as a midnight show. I found it quite boring. The plot was very slow moving at the start while the ending was kinda too abrupt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love to watch movies. It's really a great pleasure and luxury to be able to catch a movie these days as i've been too busy. I'm kinda waiting for the holidays to arrive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-5722430531138139328?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5722430531138139328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=5722430531138139328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/5722430531138139328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/5722430531138139328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/10/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RxmbFHgR1QI/AAAAAAAAAPY/m5p6Z1YJZAM/s72-c/i_now_pronounce_you_chuck_and_larry_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-1786104726514449051</id><published>2007-10-20T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:21.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marking exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, PSLE marking exercise is always very tiring where we all have to work for very long hours from 8am to 5pm. To an owl like me, it would be a season where I survive with very little sleep (3-5 hours) especially when I wake up at 6am to pray before heading for the school that i'm posted to for marking while sleeping at abt 2am or 3am. Been very stretched and physically tired this entire week as i've my own tonnes of marking to do, especially composition. Seriously, want to thank God for sustaining me throughout this week. However, my complexion is really bad. Although the next two weeks would be exam weeks, I am really glad that it's back to normal school days. They are going to be weeks where I will be yet stretched again but i'm going to trust God for the divine strength. However, I can't help but to be anxious about my pupils. Have they really made use of these week to study hard. I really hope that they can excel for their final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123300330013054274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RxmegXgR1UI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tzblbwbeXkw/s320/SP_A0914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my last day of the marking exercise. Usually on the last day, the markers would have lots of time to spare. One colleague(Lauren) whom I met through Yi Ying(my hall mate) was in the same room as me. She was very kind and she brought her beads set on the last day to teach us how to make accessories. It reminded me of my school's open house where I made a pair of earrings and ring for myself too. She made a bracelet for Ying and a necklace for Shanti. She supposedly say that she will give me mine soon. I was looking at how she made the necklace while marking my pupil's revision papers. Sometimes I do wonder, why do I give them so much work just to make myself burntout. I've got 6 sets of papers(6*30= 180) to mark when I collect from them on Monday. I guess the only reason I can comfort myself with is that I really want them to do well. *sacrifice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123300415912400210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RxmelXgR1VI/AAAAAAAAAP4/nEFNNZxOuEs/s320/SP_A0915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's part of the necklace that Lauren was working on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123300583416124786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RxmevHgR1XI/AAAAAAAAAQI/PYFAYRs_bMc/s320/SP_A0918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very thankful that we were released at about 1 pm on Friday and I headed to Lauren's house for lunch together with Ying. Her maid cooked very nice beehoon and finger food for us. This week was simply a eat and grow fat week for me. That Zi Ling and I went for a very long jog, roughly 7km on Wednesday night. It was a great breakthru for us - If we perservere we will definitely be able to breakthru. Above, are the figurines which Lauren's brother-in-law gave her sister-in law. They are so beautiful. Love them!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123300501811746146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RxmeqXgR1WI/AAAAAAAAAQA/p5t8QuEgZKQ/s320/SP_A0917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's Lauren's collection of precious moments figurines given by her hubby. Love them too!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123300673610438018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rxme0XgR1YI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/q5t5MpsC2XM/s320/SP_A0919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Xanthus, Lauren's nephew. He's really a very happy baby. So adorable. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123300763804751250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rxme5ngR1ZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/q7_VCN8Qkm0/s320/SP_A0920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He's a very intelligent baby for his age. He's always so smiley and giggling. He makes me smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, the three of us headed to the cold storage at Eastwood to buy Munchy Donuts. :) Donuts are my favourite. I bought eight of them. Two for a friend and the rest for my family. Guess what, I smashed the two which my friend wanted by accidentally sitting down on them while wearing my shoes. I really did not realise it. I felt so bad. Thank God there was one left so I brought that out instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-1786104726514449051?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1786104726514449051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=1786104726514449051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1786104726514449051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1786104726514449051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/10/marking-exercise.html' title='Marking exercise'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RxmegXgR1UI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tzblbwbeXkw/s72-c/SP_A0914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-359760990301989492</id><published>2007-10-13T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:22.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of Rejoicing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is indeed a great day of rejoicing. Daniel made a decision to rededicate his life back to Jesus. Ever since I knew him through Weisiang, I knew that he's not ready to come back. So we continued to pray for him. Finally a great breakthrough came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few days ago, he actually msned me to tell me that he wants to come for service with me this Saturday. Usually I would only attend Saturday service if it's a double service with different sermons. Yet this day Weisiang is in Korea so I told myself that I need to go down. I cancelled my appointments and rearranged my time to go down for service with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has been to CHC twice and this was his third. It's the first time that when Pastor Kong says take out your bible that I saw him with his bible and he gave me a smile. I was so happy as I knew that this is going to be the day of recommitment for him. True enough, he teared and went up for the altar call. God really did a good work in him and he's like a man who is filled with great faith in believing that lots of breakthru' are going to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately after the service, I was really so excited that I msged some of the cg members and tried calling Weisiang. However, I did not realise that it was 3am in Korea. He was too tired to pick up the call. So we left him a sms to let him know the good news which he had long waited for. Daniel was Weisiang's burden and he prayed and sowed into his life so much. Finally the seeds he sowed bear fruits. :) Here's a picture of Daniel. I told him I'm going to blog about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123310629344630178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rxmn33gR1aI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wax9M2m7Fqk/s320/SP_A0897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We(Daniel, Lijun, Amelia and I) went for dinner at Popeye again. :) This time round, the departure hall is really so crowded. I want to fly away too. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123311269294757314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RxmodHgR1cI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aQo4dUrG50Q/s320/SP_A0895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-359760990301989492?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/359760990301989492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=359760990301989492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/359760990301989492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/359760990301989492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-of-rejoicing.html' title='A day of Rejoicing'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rxmn33gR1aI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wax9M2m7Fqk/s72-c/SP_A0897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-7623748153415347931</id><published>2007-10-09T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:22.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing a smile to my face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rwu0tngR1OI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PjKrwOytYgQ/s1600-h/SP_A0872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119384097228182754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rwu0tngR1OI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PjKrwOytYgQ/s320/SP_A0872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I was really touched by the little act of Cassandra. She's simply so sweet. She brought her breakaway CD to school today. She lent it to me. This was really a sweet surprise. I listened to the songs during my break today while doing my work. God is really my source of strength and He never fails to send people to bring a smile on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119385755085559026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rwu2OHgR1PI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5CMYKeG1d00/s320/SP_A0873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to listen to oldies and that also include old christian songs as those were the songs that I sang when I was still a baby christian. Wei Siang has a collection of 3 CDs which he would play during his car ride. Last Friday night I so happened to want to listen to the song, 'As the deer'. We spent some time searching for the song but by the time we found the right CD, I couldn't listen to it as I was reaching home. Then before I alight, he ejected it and pass me the CD. Initially, I said it's alright but he insisted in lending me. I'm grateful for his kind act as the CD has lots of beautiful songs that I used to sing and love. I brought it to school and played it on Monday and today while I was doing work before school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, Simon sent me the song 'Saviour King'. It was a song that I wanted as it ministers alot to me. It was a great gift as it's something that both of us have been asking each other for but we just simply don't have it. I do not know where did he get it from but I thank God for the song. I listened to it on my desktop early this morning before heading for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me christian songs ministers to me alot. It brings peace and joy. That is why I often soak myself in christian music whenever i'm doing my work. This is a period where I love to draw close to him and be in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's two weeks away from exam period. It's suppose to be a period of stress for pupils. Yet mine just seemed to be taking things lightly at this time. I had pet talks with them today and I was kind of disappointed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such time of the year is often the most stressful period for us teachers too. Had to make worksheets for them to do revisions. Then do tonnes of marking, depending on the amount of work we give them. It agitates me when they don't appreciate it and don't see the urgency to work hard. Plus, I had to prepare science revisionary worksheets for the Pri 5 EM3 and the remarks of my pupils which needs to be keyed in tomorrow. I dread writing comments and I always take ages to complete them. Also, I was feeling tired and I would just stare into thin air when I need to type the comments. I've commented on my pupils 3 times this year already and I simply ran out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet today, I came home and pray that God would give me the wisdom to get them done in 2 hours. Usually, I would spend one whole day doing it as it's very draining. Today, I finished everything in 1.5 hours. To me it's really the grace and mercy of God. He multiplied my time and helped me to be focused in doing it. How wonderful He's to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;I'm simply so loved by God and am tasting so much of His goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is worth it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7623748153415347931?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7623748153415347931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7623748153415347931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7623748153415347931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7623748153415347931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/10/bringing-smile-to-my-face.html' title='Bringing a smile to my face'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rwu0tngR1OI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PjKrwOytYgQ/s72-c/SP_A0872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-7872249552882941332</id><published>2007-10-08T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:23.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellowship with Anna's CG</title><content type='html'>Haha...I'm Jedi Knight in white. It was pouring cats and dogs at Expo and I had to wear my hood to keep myself warm and dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RwuvbHgR1MI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gs9xb68aPpE/s1600-h/SP_A0866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119378281842463938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RwuvbHgR1MI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gs9xb68aPpE/s320/SP_A0866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of my favourite jacket. Beverly and I bought it together. We love it alot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119378337677038802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RwuveXgR1NI/AAAAAAAAAPA/bLXJiL3bXig/s320/SP_A0867.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of my CG members left after service. Yet I thank God that I could join Anna's CG for lunch. It was a great time of fellowship which I really missed alot since we multiplied. Good to listen to stories, catch up with great friends and meet new friends in their CG. We went to the airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119378079979000978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RwuvPXgR1JI/AAAAAAAAAOg/x7UXdI9pxcQ/s320/SP_A0868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haven't been to the airport for quite some time. The last time I went there was by car and I didn't take the sky train. I realised that it has changed as it has to cater transport to Terminal 3 in the future.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119378157288412322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RwuvT3gR1KI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RKnQNg-oegg/s320/SP_A0869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Walking past the departure hall makes me want to fly away from Singapore too. I don't know why but lately i've become one who wishes to go for getaways to recharge and explore the other parts of the world. I want to make travelling a must each year. I want to see the world like never before.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119378234597823666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RwuvYXgR1LI/AAAAAAAAAOw/H6hj8JqLX2k/s320/SP_A0870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my lunch at Popeye. Someone used to tease me about how I mispronouced the name of the place. To me I see it as a stupid and silly mistake but the person felt that I was kinda cute. That's what makes me feel encouraged and loved. :) I ordered chicken strips instead of my usual two piece chicken. My appetite got smaller and I lost alot of weight. I feel happy that i'm going back to the weight I used to have before I started taking the course of antibiotics for my skin. How did I lose weight? Guess I was too busy and didn't have much appetite. Also, I jog at least twice a week. Healthy lifestyle huh?? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was simply a great and relaxing afternoon spent with great friends. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7872249552882941332?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7872249552882941332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7872249552882941332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7872249552882941332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7872249552882941332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/10/fellowship-with-annas-cg.html' title='Fellowship with Anna&apos;s CG'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RwuvbHgR1MI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gs9xb68aPpE/s72-c/SP_A0866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-2616555670465806304</id><published>2007-10-06T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:23.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RweyVG-8NzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iGDIPtQDwiQ/s1600-h/Solitude_by_blue_faith_88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118255577251460914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RweyVG-8NzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iGDIPtQDwiQ/s320/Solitude_by_blue_faith_88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I practically had supper for two nights and of course I didn't stay till too late the night before as I had to work. Yet these nights were really great. Hence, on Friday night I stayed home to rest and watch my korean drama. I fell asleep at about 1am and woke up at 10++am today. Then I slept again at 3 plus till 7 pm. It has been a long time since I slept so much. I guess i'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and mum made dinner for me. My mum is a great and loving cook. I love her soup. Just like someone, I am a soupy person too. Maybe, that's why we could be so contented whenever our mum cooked us soup. Remembered the times where we would even share with each other the soup our parents brewed for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After eating, I finally sat down to complete the changes for my science paper. Seriously thank God that I had the weekend to made the changes and not the only one day which was initially planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ethan was nice to call and I had a little chat with him. I was feeling kinda upset over an incident of someone's irresponsibility. I arrived at a conclusion and I'm just going to wait for a few more days to see if the parcel will arrive before I take further actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a jog alone at about 9.45pm. I ran the same distance and finally I don't ache from my wakeboarding. I'm suppose to meet Elwyn to get some photos but he's kinda busy in church. So , I think I will meet him another day as it's kinda late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was memorising the 6th bible verse and received Lisa's sms that says that tomorrow's discipleship class is cancelled. That means I've got a bit more time to memorise them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have been spending a fair bit of time on facebook. I prefer it to friendster. I think I might just abandon friendster soon. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my Saturday. A time of rest and solitude all by myself. I just needed the time to get myself recharge and sort out my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-2616555670465806304?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2616555670465806304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=2616555670465806304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2616555670465806304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2616555670465806304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/10/rest.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RweyVG-8NzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iGDIPtQDwiQ/s72-c/Solitude_by_blue_faith_88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-1733182249260330628</id><published>2007-10-06T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:23.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After CG, Weisiang and I went to meet Daniel for supper. We went to Geylang for Dim Sum. It's my favourite Dim Sum place because the food there is nice. We ordered the usual dish and Daniel had to eat more as it was his first time there. I didn't eat alot there as I had chocolate fondue at CG. It was nice, especially the marshmallow dipped with the hot chocolate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we headed for some durian. This was the biggest durian I saw. It looks really huge in real life. It cost 40 bucks per kg. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rwdv8W-8NwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LJe6H2tgAy0/s1600-h/SP_A0860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118182584282265346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rwdv8W-8NwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LJe6H2tgAy0/s320/SP_A0860.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what, these are what we ordered but it cost us 90 bucks. We were kato by those durian sellers as we didn't know that they cost so much. The durians does not match up with the price it cost. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118182670181611282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RwdwBW-8NxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TnWkuMQvia0/s320/SP_A0861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Instead of heading home, three of us ended up at the Mac opposite Daniel's place drinking green tea. Then we discussed about Tic Tac Toe about how the bell will ring after the guy or girl introduced himself/herself. That was their misconception of Tic Tac Toe, it's main purpose is to help us make friends through fun activities and not the usual way of matchmaking we watch on tv. We were very cranky as it was wee hours. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-1733182249260330628?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1733182249260330628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=1733182249260330628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1733182249260330628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1733182249260330628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/10/supper.html' title='Supper'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rwdv8W-8NwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LJe6H2tgAy0/s72-c/SP_A0860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-7627816393759809334</id><published>2007-10-05T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:24.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rwep22-8NyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jAxTzpSZbnM/s1600-h/Oldies_by_ganara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118246261467395874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rwep22-8NyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jAxTzpSZbnM/s320/Oldies_by_ganara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These past weeks, life in office has been really good. Chee Meng would pick up his guitar and together with Marcia and Chin Ling they will end up singing songs. As usual, if it's my break time I would join them. Last week, we learnt Zhou Hua Jian's song. This week, Chee Meng brought his song book. We sang lots of English, Chinese and Cantonese oldies. They are pretty surprised that I would know the songs. That's because I love oldies and I listened to them while I was in primary school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can really say is that God is really good. I'm now able to slow down my pace of life and look at the beautiful things around me. It's not only about work but also time for relaxation and interactions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7627816393759809334?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7627816393759809334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7627816393759809334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7627816393759809334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7627816393759809334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/10/oldies.html' title='Oldies'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rwep22-8NyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jAxTzpSZbnM/s72-c/Oldies_by_ganara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-8358185720270583290</id><published>2007-10-04T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:24.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rwdsqm-8NvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/sP5LSL9thXw/s1600-h/SP_A0845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118178980804703986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rwdsqm-8NvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/sP5LSL9thXw/s320/SP_A0845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a feast yesterday night. We cooked baked beans, cheesy pork sasauges, streaky bacons and green apples dipped with yougurt. Then bought baby tomatos, chicken chop and cutlet and fries. It was a great one. It seems like i've been eating really alot. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-8358185720270583290?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8358185720270583290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=8358185720270583290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8358185720270583290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8358185720270583290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/10/feast.html' title='Feast'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rwdsqm-8NvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/sP5LSL9thXw/s72-c/SP_A0845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-2297408150725970416</id><published>2007-09-30T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:24.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great moments of fellowship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had combined zone cell group @Jurong West Church. It was really great. A time where I felt that peace of God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He spoke, asking me to lay my Isaac on the altar. It's the most painful and toughest decision that needs to be made. Letting some things go, putting aside all my comfort zones, to step out and start running again. He will take good care of everything if I entrust Him with everything. He will not shortchange me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many times, serving and loving God is definitely not the easiest task. People may ridicule us, but God says everything is gonna be alright. It's also just a process for us to grow stronger in the Lord and in character. Everything is worth it!! Press on, Cheryl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dan blessed me with the Nick Vujicic's DVD and Joyce's Meyer's battlefield of the mind book. Both are timely gifts. I read the book before last year and then lent it to a friend. As usual, books that I lend out seldom return. I guess it's good that I reread it again and gain a new revelation. :) As for the DVD, I lend it to Lijun on the spot. I will watch it after she returns it to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lijun and I went to B2 to wait for Terence and Weisiang. There we saw a guy waving at us from his car. Lijun, waved back without even knowing who's that. Guess what, after the window was wind down, it's Kaishen!! We hopped onto his car to enjoy the air-con and to catch up with him a little. Later, I was up to mischief and asked Kaishen to park his car right in front of Weisiang's car. Then, we all hid. We waited to see what his reaction would be. Seldom do we engage in such acts. :P Guess it brought some fun and laughter to those present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the service, we (Terence, Weisiang, Morgan, Lijun and me) went to Fung Seng to eat Nasi Lemak. I think it's a good time of fellowship. Seldom, do we have such time to really sit down to chat ever since cg multiplied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to Tampines with Lijun to buy Haoyi's bag. I bought a necklace too. Later, I headed for service as I had to attend nursery on Sunday to see how it operates. I bumped into my cousin, Amanda at foyer 3 and I sat with her. It has been a long time since we sat together for service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After service, I met Lijun, Terence and Weisiang for dinner. Weisiang drove to Changi Village but we could not find a parking lot. Hence, we headed for Katong and had laksa. The drive was very nice, as old christian songs were being played. It makes me reminsce of my youth where I was in another church. I love old songs. They are very peaceful and I ended up singing them in the car while chatting with Terence about the end times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After dinner, we headed to Blu Jaz Cafe at Arab Street. It's quite a nice chillout place. I like the guy who played the tubax which is a modified saxaphone. He sang pretty well too. The band was pretty cool. It was made up with two caucasians, one indian and one chinese. I enjoyed the music and the relaxed feel. The seat that I sat on was pretty funny looking but yet it makes me feel like a princess. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115875448109938354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rv89nW-8NrI/AAAAAAAAANY/xIR8gsjiM4w/s320/SP_A0826.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*Interior of the cafe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115876122419803858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rv8-Om-8NtI/AAAAAAAAANo/nVfYawqZDcc/s320/SP_A0830a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*Tubaz player cum singer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115876195434247906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rv8-S2-8NuI/AAAAAAAAANw/9aTtKZ40ia0/s320/SP_A0827.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*Beautiful lighting*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I thank God for great time and great friends He has blessed me with. Happy friends makes me happy!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-2297408150725970416?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2297408150725970416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=2297408150725970416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2297408150725970416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2297408150725970416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-moments-of-fellowship.html' title='Great moments of fellowship'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rv89nW-8NrI/AAAAAAAAANY/xIR8gsjiM4w/s72-c/SP_A0826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-1623500347354835306</id><published>2007-09-28T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:24.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rv1Olm-8NqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JRq7yAOw6R4/s1600-h/Hand_of_God__3__by_WikkedKitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115331159789418146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rv1Olm-8NqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JRq7yAOw6R4/s320/Hand_of_God__3__by_WikkedKitten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate...and the Master so gently said,"Wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply."Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!"Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard? By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future and all to which I relatehangs in the balance and you tell me to Wait?" I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign.Or even a 'no,' to which I'll resign.&lt;br /&gt;You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe, We need but to ask, and we shall receive. Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry: I'm weary of asking! I need a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate as my Master replied again, "Wait." So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut, and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine... and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign. I could shake the heavens and darken the sun. I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could give all you seek and pleased you would be. You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint. You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair; you'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there. You'd not know the joy of resting in Me when darkness and silence are all you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never experience the fullness of love when the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.You would know that I give, and I save, for a start, But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glow of My comfort late into the night, the faith that I give when you walk without sight. The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask From an infinite God who makes what you have last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never know should your pain quickly flee, what it means that My grace is sufficient for thee. Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true, but oh, the loss if I lost what I'm doing in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see that the greatest of gifts is to truly know me. And though oft My answers seem terribly late, My most precious answer of all is still "WAIT".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-1623500347354835306?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1623500347354835306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=1623500347354835306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1623500347354835306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1623500347354835306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/wait-poem.html' title='Wait Poem'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rv1Olm-8NqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JRq7yAOw6R4/s72-c/Hand_of_God__3__by_WikkedKitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-7118646653714912369</id><published>2007-09-26T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:25.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不能说的秘密</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvnDIW-8NpI/AAAAAAAAANI/QCPxt2U8tlY/s1600-h/2289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114333400231851666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvnDIW-8NpI/AAAAAAAAANI/QCPxt2U8tlY/s320/2289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I watched this show at Lijun's place after service on Sunday. It was really so nice but we had to leave as Terence had to go and buy some furniture from Carrefour. So, I came home and finished watching it on crunchyroll. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the songs played. I can't help but to be so serenaded by the way Jay played the songs. He did really well in this show, just like in Initial D. It's a very beautiful love story. I teared a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the music in the show but I only told God it would be so nice if i can have it. Guess what? Someone sent it to me. *The person told me not to disclose* My little prayer request was being answered unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is really so so so GOOD rite?&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for even answering such a simple and silly prayer for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He shall give you the desires of your heart. *Ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;alm 37:4*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7118646653714912369?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7118646653714912369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7118646653714912369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7118646653714912369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7118646653714912369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/secret.html' title='不能说的秘密'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvnDIW-8NpI/AAAAAAAAANI/QCPxt2U8tlY/s72-c/2289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-7538302210313434375</id><published>2007-09-22T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:25.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night's out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112857456195417714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvSExG-8NnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qYlTnoER3LM/s320/SP_A0819.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yesterday I met up with Weisiang and Daniel. Our intended location was Miss You Cafe but it was closing at 12 midnight and the two guys were missing in action while I was there at about 11pm. So, there I was waiting for them at the cafe and I took this picture. I love tealights. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Weisiang arrived, we hitched a cab, went to pick Daniel up and headed for East Coast instead. After much consideration, we ended up at Cabana. I was so so so hungry as I did not have dinner before meeting them so I ordered a Cabana Chicken Chop. I requested for the baked potato to be changed to fries but they forgot. In the end I got a free basket of fries.:) After my main course, I ordered an ice-cream sundae. :P Such a sinful meal rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our bottle of wine. Weisiang finds it not too bad while Daniel finds it too sour. Of course, I took less than two glasses. It's too bitter to my liking, even after placing the wine at the tip of my tongue before swallowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112860449787623042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvSHfW-8NoI/AAAAAAAAANA/u8gd2WP-t80/s320/SP_A0820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's quite a young bottle of wine(2006). Maybe that explains why it's not too nice. :P Sounds like as though I know how to appreciate wine? Of course, I know nuts!!! :P These are not all that we ordered. :P I've got my orange juice. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We left about two plus and headed for Mac as Weisiang wanted to eat ice-cream. Guess what!! I forgot to take my jacket and had to go back to Cabana to look for it. Thank God that it's still there. It's one of my favourite one and I took a long time to buy it. Guohong will know as I couldn't make up my mind when we were at Tampines' Espirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We walked along the beach and enjoyed the tide coming in and caressing our legs. It was really great! I love the beach alot. We walked till we reached the other breakwater and we climbed up and sat there. I looked at the stars and enjoyed the sea breeze. The guys laid down and almost fell asleep. I said a little prayer and read Joyce Meyer's book on power of a simple prayer using my handphone's light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was my Friday night which ended about 4am in the morning. It was a very relaxing night with great company. We talked alot about life and realised that we are considered a bunch of blessed people as we have a good life as compared to many others out there. Although there are many things that we have yet to attain, our faith will always stretch out to say that we will be able to have that good future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In fact, I began to view my life with a very different perspective. :) There seems to be more new things springing out and it's going to be real real good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7538302210313434375?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7538302210313434375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7538302210313434375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7538302210313434375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7538302210313434375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/friday-nights-out.html' title='Friday Night&apos;s out'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvSExG-8NnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qYlTnoER3LM/s72-c/SP_A0819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-5797194907042698536</id><published>2007-09-21T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:27:15.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOoHOo</title><content type='html'>I went to sign up for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Advanced Theory Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for driving.&lt;br /&gt;Test Date: 29th November'07 (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to apply for PDL too but it's too crowded, so I left without applying for it. Now I've got to think if I want to apply for it and take driving lessons concurrently or to apply after I pass my theory. *In thoughts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cable Ski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on 1st Oct'07(Monday) at Batam. I applied for the package already. 80 bucks per person. It includes lunch, ferry tickets, land transfer and instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to think that I am really enjoying my life so much more than before. It's no longer only work and church. Instead leisure and fun too. That someone just simply sparked me off thinking about what life is really all about. Remember the time he told me to stop and take a look at the beautiful sights and moments happening around me. My life is really so so so GOOD!!! I'm definitely enjoying it more than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking that there will be another long weekend coming up after Children's Day, I may be going for river rafting or caving. This is still under KIV as some research and planning must be done first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-5797194907042698536?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5797194907042698536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=5797194907042698536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/5797194907042698536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/5797194907042698536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/woohoo.html' title='WOoHOo'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-2404809675818310653</id><published>2007-09-21T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:25.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvMc1W-8NmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fXvKN3uWQhQ/s1600-h/love_by_laurapora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112461705023862370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvMc1W-8NmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fXvKN3uWQhQ/s200/love_by_laurapora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up feeling so in love with You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't help but fall deeper in love with You each passing day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your unconditional love simply overflows in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love You, my Comforter and Friend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I do wish that physically I can run into Your loving arms and get a tight hug from You and hold Your hands in every step I take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's You who made me smile each single day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-2404809675818310653?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2404809675818310653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=2404809675818310653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2404809675818310653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2404809675818310653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvMc1W-8NmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fXvKN3uWQhQ/s72-c/love_by_laurapora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-4585129433740917466</id><published>2007-09-20T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:39:01.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...:P</title><content type='html'>Hurray!!! My observation is over!!&lt;br /&gt;It's great!!&lt;br /&gt;My class was like angels.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to tonight's pot luck session with CG. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfing the web for holiday trips for year end. Probably Bali. :)&lt;br /&gt;However, i'm thinking of going to Batam during Children's Day weekend for cable ski. :P Or are there any other sea sports available?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've plans to go diving but it's monsoon season this December, so I'm going next June. Confirmed!!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-4585129433740917466?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4585129433740917466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=4585129433740917466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4585129433740917466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4585129433740917466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/ramblingsp.html' title='Ramblings...:P'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-2977326070120022613</id><published>2007-09-19T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:25.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is living in the now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvEkrRM89GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SBUBLqiLIEs/s1600-h/word%20rejoice1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111907377812927586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvEkrRM89GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SBUBLqiLIEs/s320/word%2520rejoice1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;This is the day that the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;*Psalm 118:24*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people tend to always want to dwell in their past happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They refused to acknowledge that it's the past and that happiness no longer lingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet some will tend to worry too much about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead God wants us to dwell in the NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The present time that we are living in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To learn to look at the good things and count our blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is the creator of heaven and earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has made every single day for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to rejoice regardless of whether it's good or bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rejoicing is like giving thanks and praise to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It helps to break the yoke and let satan knows that God is in control and I trust God with everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-2977326070120022613?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2977326070120022613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=2977326070120022613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2977326070120022613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2977326070120022613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/happiness-is-living-in-now.html' title='Happiness is living in the now...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvEkrRM89GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SBUBLqiLIEs/s72-c/word%2520rejoice1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-8578484022909210831</id><published>2007-09-19T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:26.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To everything a Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvEhMBM89EI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9KWt5opzgH0/s1600-h/Moving_on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111903542407132226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvEhMBM89EI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9KWt5opzgH0/s200/Moving_on.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To everything there is a season,&lt;br /&gt;A time for every purpose under heaven;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep,&lt;br /&gt;And a time to throw away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ecclesiastes 3:1,6*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-8578484022909210831?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8578484022909210831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=8578484022909210831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8578484022909210831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8578484022909210831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-everything-season.html' title='To everything a Season'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RvEhMBM89EI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9KWt5opzgH0/s72-c/Moving_on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-7547880473058762245</id><published>2007-09-19T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:50:39.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep running and running again....</title><content type='html'>Just came back from a run of 18:06 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Today,Chee Meng came to run together with Zhi Ling and me.&lt;br /&gt;It's so no kick for him. :P&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a bit stressed thats why I went for the run.&lt;br /&gt;Many things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I've got an important lesson observation too.&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to finish preparing.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I will do it after my dinner and bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my colleagues asked if i'm taking part in the 10km run.&lt;br /&gt;My answer is i'm not anymore, coz i've got no more motivation already.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm still going to run in the evening after school every week. :)&lt;br /&gt;I love it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7547880473058762245?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7547880473058762245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7547880473058762245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7547880473058762245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7547880473058762245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/keep-running-and-running-again.html' title='Keep running and running again....'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-4682105221324701712</id><published>2007-09-18T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:26.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is finding wisdom and understanding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ru_hsmmoMdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/swyV19NjGeg/s1600-h/wisdom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111552258481861074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ru_hsmmoMdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/swyV19NjGeg/s320/wisdom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy is the person who finds wisdom and gains understanding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Proverbs 3:13*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and the knowledge of the Holy One is understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*Proverbs 9:10*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, willing to yield, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality and without hypocrisy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*James 3:17*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, with the wisdom given by God we will be able to choose to walk the path that God had prepared for us even before our birth. This path would lead us to greater blessings. With godly wisdom, we will be able to see things through a different perspective-one that pleases the Lord and why it's God's best plan for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is required to make good daily decisions, speak the right words and commit the right actions. This will in turn lead us to a happy life. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-4682105221324701712?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4682105221324701712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=4682105221324701712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4682105221324701712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4682105221324701712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/happiness-is-finding-wisdom-and.html' title='Happiness is finding wisdom and understanding...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ru_hsmmoMdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/swyV19NjGeg/s72-c/wisdom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-4206395560919159618</id><published>2007-09-18T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:46:13.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep running and running...</title><content type='html'>Just came back from my run.&lt;br /&gt;Completed it in 15.26 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Should I give myself an applause?&lt;br /&gt;Does not seem very good.&lt;br /&gt;Still contemplating whether to take part in the 10km Stand Chart Womans Run.&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a motivation to reach the finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;Now, that motivation has gradually reduced.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I may run just to gain an experience and keep fit.&lt;br /&gt;However, I will be doing it leisurely and not competitively.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how things go first.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-4206395560919159618?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4206395560919159618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=4206395560919159618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4206395560919159618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4206395560919159618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/keep-running-and-running.html' title='Keep running and running...'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-6349380452654767420</id><published>2007-09-17T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:26.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Languages of Apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ru6Nu2moMcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vxpaN_yCydc/s1600-h/sorry-bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111178463183122882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ru6Nu2moMcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vxpaN_yCydc/s320/sorry-bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(1) Expressing Regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emotional Part (Feeling).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realise that my behaviour hurt you deeply and I'm hurting because I hurt you and I won't want to hurt you again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(2) Accepting Responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No excuse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sorry, I was wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(3) Making Restitution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What can I go to make it up to you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(4) Repenting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expressing the desire not to do this again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(5) Requesting forgiveness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will you forgive me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are from Dr Gary Chapman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;True enough, in life we can't have a long-term relationship without apologising but some don't apologise because of pride. Yet, some who have apologised would feel still feel condemned, which is not the intended outcome that God would desire. We just need to do our part to apologise and let God do the rest about the other person. Apologising will help to set you free in the natural realm and it also shows that you admit your wrong and willingly let God take control to change you and deal with the other people involved too. This will bring a breakthrough in the spiritual realm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You will be able to know your or others languages of apology by looking at these questions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When you apologise to someone, what do you typically say or do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When someone apologise to you, what do you want to hear them say or do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-6349380452654767420?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6349380452654767420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=6349380452654767420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/6349380452654767420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/6349380452654767420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/languages-of-apology.html' title='Languages of Apology'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ru6Nu2moMcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vxpaN_yCydc/s72-c/sorry-bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-4616857012935473699</id><published>2007-09-16T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:39:38.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Of My Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ugvn2mJrwZ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ugvn2mJrwZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD OF MY YOUTH I REMEMBER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR CALL ON MY LIFE TOOK ME O’ER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR LOVE HAS SEEN ME THROUGH ALL MY DAYS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I STAND HERE BY YOUR GRACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON THIS ALTAR I'VE WRITTEN MY LIFE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TELLS OF THE STORY I HAVE WITH YOU MY LORD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD OF MY FOREVER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND FOREVER I'M WITH YOU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY LIFE IS SAVED WITH A PRICE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR SACRIFICE REDEEMED MY SOUL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD OF MY FOREVER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND FOREVER I WILL SING &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY GREATEST HONOR WILL ALWAYS BE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO SERVE MY LORD AND KING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD OF MY LIFE I SURRENDER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY HEART FINDS ITS REST IN YOUR WORD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAISES WILL NOT BE ENOUGH TO SHOW &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW MY LOVE FOR YOU HAS GROWN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTHING MATTERS WHEN YOU’RE HERE WITH ME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN THE END JUST TO HEAR YOU SAY “WELL DONE” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOWING BEFORE YOUR THRONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOREVER AND EVER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JESUS YOU ALONE IN GLORY REIGN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOREVER AND EVER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITH YOU I’LL WALK THIS NARROW WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is indeed the song of my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You're everything to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's Your unconditional love for me all these years that pushes me on every single moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Times I reach wits end, You would be my Jehovah Jireh whom I can rely on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Times I feel so unloved, You show me how precious i'm to You and You love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Times I cry, You would comfort me with Your Word and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Times I am tired, You would give me rest and refresh me with Your strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Times I fell, You would pick me up and lead me to the right path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Times I feel injustice, You would fight for me if I leave everything in Your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Times I feel discouraged, You would lift me up through Your Word and encouragers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Times....the list simply goes on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All that You've done for me since I was young, are simply too many. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will never be where I am right now, without You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank You, Lord for loving me so so so so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I give You my heart and lay my life on Your altar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to keep on walking this road, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;even when there are times that it's tough and lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's because I know that You will walk beside me, every step of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You're like a Father who holds my hand and assures me that You are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Each time I can run into Your loving arms and trust You for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You're a loving Father and You will never forsake me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know me through and through, every struggles and failures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If it's not for You, I would never be able to overcome them and become stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't help but to fall deeper in love with You each passing day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's no greater joy than being with You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-4616857012935473699?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4616857012935473699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=4616857012935473699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4616857012935473699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4616857012935473699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/god-of-my-forever.html' title='God Of My Forever'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-1148660222284513257</id><published>2007-09-16T11:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:27.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with Beverly @ Coffee Club</title><content type='html'>I met up with Beverly after service yesterday. She's flying off today for China with her family for a holiday. Haven't been to the coffee club at Siglap for a very long time and it has been renovated. More bright and classy. Yet I miss the dim and romantic atmosphere. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110640737572630914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuykrGmoMYI/AAAAAAAAALY/z1gBaN_G2oA/s320/SP_A0799.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The lights. It is pretty unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110640896486420882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Ruyk0WmoMZI/AAAAAAAAALg/7NaojycfX9w/s320/SP_A0800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some displays of coffee beans. Actually there is another section which was pretty nice with lotsa tea pots but I was back facing them so didn't take a snap shot of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110641205724066210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuylGWmoMaI/AAAAAAAAALo/0cpAzuxfYKo/s320/SP_A0801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We each ordered a plate of this. It's healthy and not too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110641441947267506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuylUGmoMbI/AAAAAAAAALw/BTQSnRxWoxU/s320/SP_A0802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the sinful one. It's called enchantment. It's awfully chocolate. Well, we didn't finish this at the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, we took a long stroll to my hiding place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-1148660222284513257?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1148660222284513257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=1148660222284513257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1148660222284513257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1148660222284513257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/dinner-with-beverly-coffee-club.html' title='Dinner with Beverly @ Coffee Club'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuykrGmoMYI/AAAAAAAAALY/z1gBaN_G2oA/s72-c/SP_A0799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-4062176101793922454</id><published>2007-09-15T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:16:40.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beginning of Knowledge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1 The proverbs of Solomon the son of David, king of Israel: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2 To know wisdom and instruction, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To perceive the words of understanding, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3 To receive the instruction of wisdom, Justice, judgment, and equity; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4 To give prudence to the simple, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To the young man knowledge and discretion— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5 A wise man will hear and increase learning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And a man of understanding will attain wise counsel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6 To understand a proverb and an enigma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The words of the wise and their riddles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But fools despise wisdom and instruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Call of Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;20 Wisdom calls aloud outside; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She raises her voice in the open squares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;21 She cries out in the chief concourses,[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote b" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=proverbs%201;&amp;amp;version=50;#fen-NKJV-16422b"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;At the openings of the gates in the city &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She speaks her words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;22 “ How long, you simple ones, will you love simplicity? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For scorners delight in their scorning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And fools hate knowledge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;23 Turn at my rebuke; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Surely I will pour out my spirit on you; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will make my words known to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;24 Because I have called and you refused, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have stretched out my hand and no one regarded, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;25 Because you disdained all my counsel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And would have none of my rebuke, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;26 I also will laugh at your calamity; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will mock when your terror comes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;27 When your terror comes like a storm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And your destruction comes like a whirlwind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When distress and anguish come upon you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;28 “ Then they will call on me, but I will not answer; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They will seek me diligently, but they will not find me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;29 Because they hated knowledge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And did not choose the fear of the LORD, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;30 They would have none of my counsel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And despised my every rebuke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;31 Therefore they shall eat the fruit of their own way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And be filled to the full with their own fancies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;32 For the turning away of the simple will slay them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And the complacency of fools will destroy them; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;33 But whoever listens to me will dwell safely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And will be secure, without fear of evil.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What I lack is really the wisdom. Now, I finally found the answer!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not about being sentimental or empathetic that is wrong. All along I kept thinking that i've got really fatal flaws. Finally, I know that it's just that I lack the wisdom to know when to cut off and walk away from certain people before I bring damage to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Lord, please give me the wisdom that I lack and you said that if i ask You will give to me willingly without finding fault. Thank you, Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-4062176101793922454?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4062176101793922454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=4062176101793922454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4062176101793922454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4062176101793922454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-7700544203715037313</id><published>2007-09-15T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:29.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride of a life-time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110305665699033362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rutz7WmoMRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/eOn2HqaobIU/s320/SP_A0778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met up with Elwyn yesterday. We knew each other for years, and I never ever want to take his sports bike whenever we meet. But, yesterday I took his sports bike. He was pretty surprised too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110306305649160482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rut0gmmoMSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/i4_wAb8uZwI/s320/SP_A0775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at him. *That black figure across the road* He's trying to retrieve the helmet that flew off my head when he went at a speed of 130 up the expressway near rochor. I couldn't ask him to slow down as the wind practically stopped me from talking. It's only till I manage to speak that I saw that he's travelling at 130. I think we went faster than that beforehand. At the end I got off and he made a U-turn to pick the helmet up. It's extremely amusing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110307022908698930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rut1KWmoMTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PDQW6x1kZ1U/s320/SP_A0779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally we reached our destination. Some ferry terminal at marina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110307246246998338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rut1XWmoMUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tgbsNEqKMLY/s320/SP_A0780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Looks like a ghost ship right? It's actually a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110307456700395858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rut1jmmoMVI/AAAAAAAAALA/Qmd-4ohLmBQ/s320/SP_A0782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's another shot taken from above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110307654268891490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rut1vGmoMWI/AAAAAAAAALI/ldE3qGm8oqY/s320/SP_A0781.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The place where we went has a walkway with blue lights on the floor. Very romantic! Actually, they have a patch of grass that are meant for people to lie on to watch the stars. It was too wet yesterday so we didn't sit on the grass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110308019341111666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rut2EWmoMXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WVvrTroAQFs/s320/SP_A0783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They have a small bar and cosy seats there too. It's so blue but yet creates the right atmosphere for couples*definitely not us, he's attached*. We didn't go to the bar. We sat at a bench which overlooks the jetty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good met up where I get to catch up with him. Talked quite a far bit about life, religion, career, relationships, love, friends etc...Through the conversations, I began to understand myself a little better and how I can move on to reach another stage of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned that I am probably a gal who would fall for a guy's sweet nothings. I think I did before but now I won't already. The guy needs to possess a good character and be spiritually matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a thrill ride on his bike along bends especially on my way back. He did it on purpose and it caused my heart to almost jumped out. He definitely went very fast and I couldn't see the speed as it was just like a moment that went by so fast that I couldn't even take a grip of what happened but only felt that I'm falling close to the ground when he took bends upon bends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Bedok, I tried gripping the accelerator but I went too fast. Guess, it's just I'm not too used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I took my Hann's bike and Mui Teck's bike when I was in Uni. Theirs were just road bikes and they don't go that fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what he says: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ride of a life-time....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i probably won't take his bike again..Not that I don't trust his skills but I don't trust my balancing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great experience and I really thank God for journey mercy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place is really an ideal place for a wedding. Maybe it would be a place I want to hold mine in the future. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7700544203715037313?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7700544203715037313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7700544203715037313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7700544203715037313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7700544203715037313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/ride-of-life-time.html' title='Ride of a life-time'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rutz7WmoMRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/eOn2HqaobIU/s72-c/SP_A0778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-6322599216233621123</id><published>2007-09-14T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:28:46.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Cold</title><content type='html'>It's very cold here in the staff room.It's partly due to the aircon and also because I didn't really eat today as mum wasn't around this morning. It's so pathetic! The cafeteria have such limited choices that I threw away the noodles I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to order Mac but the person said that they are too busy and asked us to call back 20 minutes later. Now, 20 minutes have passed and Jolyn is making the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeee~~~~ I don't have to be hungry when I go back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have a softtoy to hug now to make myself feel cosy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-6322599216233621123?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6322599216233621123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=6322599216233621123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/6322599216233621123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/6322599216233621123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/very-cold.html' title='Very Cold'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-8564345157527379535</id><published>2007-09-14T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:29.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOY of the LORD!</title><content type='html'>Actually it has been some time since I felt the joy of the Lord as I was going through some difficult times. I was trying so hard to pick myself up again and again. Well, today I am simply so joyful that I began singing in school and Pris asked what got into me. Guess, it has been a long time since I am so chirpy in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today's CG was really great. I was very ministered by the words spoken during worship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hope in the Lord!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My identity is in Christ!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He will take away a stoned heart and give a new heart of flesh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just like a little girl who falls down, I can run to the Father who will open His arm to welcome me and hug me so tightly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess lately i've been struggling with my identity in Christ and the failures along the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet, God never fails me. He sent people to show and pour out love to me at moments where I felt unloved. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Encouragements were also given to me to lift me up when pple condemn and put me down. Those encouragements, let me know that I am special and God sees what I am going through and He does not want me to struggle with them anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;True enough, there will always be people who would see the good in me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, God do not see our outer appearance but He looks at our heart and sees the good in us. He sees us differently. When we think we are a failure, God says that we are not for He has given us a good future! When people compare us, God says do not compare for He created us uniquely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPECIAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;UNIQUELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; created by the LORD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Joy of the Lord is my strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;identity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109732966169850114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RulrD2moMQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q7PKFi8w_AU/s320/SP_A0764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my game prize. It's a pen and it says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything is going to be alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Look at the smiley!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything that have happened lately, made me begin to see more of the good things that God has blessed me with. I also began to look beyond my circumstances and look at what's ahead and planned beautifully by God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. * Romans 8:28*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-8564345157527379535?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8564345157527379535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=8564345157527379535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8564345157527379535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8564345157527379535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/joy-of-lord.html' title='JOY of the LORD!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RulrD2moMQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q7PKFi8w_AU/s72-c/SP_A0764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-7675453848103009611</id><published>2007-09-14T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:30.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dosage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rulmk2moMNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KcQnktNW9q4/s1600-h/SP_A0756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109728035547394258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rulmk2moMNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KcQnktNW9q4/s320/SP_A0756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pris bought snack for Jolyn and me today. It's a hot dog pastry. I thank God for someone like her. She's always so concern about me, asking me to eat. Well, my gastric is better now but i've got to refrain taking caffeine stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109728538058567906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RulnCGmoMOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DkszCqYRedI/s320/SP_A0762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Teacher's day was over, but today Cassandra gave me this card. It brightens my day. It's so sweet of her. What she wrote down really touches my heart. She has a good mum who attends CHC. She was the one who gave me the sunflower. With the good guidance and influence of her family, I believe that she will be a girl who grows up to be someone great. A gal who has a compassionate heart and filled with great love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109729199483531506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RulnommoMPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/l3ATI9lioGI/s320/SP_A0763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;People like her are what makes the life of a teacher happy and worthwhile. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7675453848103009611?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7675453848103009611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7675453848103009611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7675453848103009611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7675453848103009611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-dosage.html' title='Love Dosage'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rulmk2moMNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KcQnktNW9q4/s72-c/SP_A0756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-5862367219522514249</id><published>2007-09-12T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:31.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flood in Office!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rufh6GmoMII/AAAAAAAAAJY/2pn4TA6PuZ0/s1600-h/SP_A0755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109300690596409474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rufh6GmoMII/AAAAAAAAAJY/2pn4TA6PuZ0/s320/SP_A0755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Li Ting's workspace* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her workspace was the most affected due to the leakage on the ceiling. The workers came to do repairs this afternoon but apparently the issue was not rectified. Thus, her bag and some other stuff were wet. This is the after picture of her precaution efforts in case by the time we go in tomorrow afternoon, more things gets wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109301914662088850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RufjBWmoMJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UGbIOxU1Kl4/s320/SP_A0754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Li Ting's and Chee Keong's workspace - protected by the umbrellas*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Keong's workspace was initially diagonally from his current one. But the ceiling at that place kept leaking and he shifted to this workstation. However, it looks like he brought the water over. That's what he jokingly said. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109302125115486370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RufjNmmoMKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/r_IUM3FBRGw/s320/SP_A0753.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;*Jolyn's workspace - Like a coconut tree with a pink coconut on it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside Jolyn's workspace is Angie's. Look at their pictures,full of their loved ones and pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109302408583327922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RufjeGmoMLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/iWrAydPtteg/s320/SP_A0751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Mine - The trash bag helps to protect my laptop and my pupils' books and worksheets.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Saw the balloons? Chee Meng gave me his balloon. I think he doesn't really like balloon and finds it girlish and takes up space. Well, I gladly accepted it as I LOVE balloons. What more? It's pink!! Actually it's part of the teacher's day dinner invitation surprise and it has been weeks but yet to deflate on its own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109303151612670146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RufkJWmoMMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Z7IBgElRoXE/s320/SP_A0752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Mine, with Jolyn's and Pris' beside*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Guess what's in the plastic bag? It's Pocky!! It's a very different type of Pocky and I gave Zhi Ling and Joyln a pack. They finished it so fast. That's because it's nice, covered with very rich chocolate! In the orange box are my pupils' telescope. Very nicely done actually. Actually, we stayed till quite late trying to help other teachers in the morning session to cover their workspace with black trash bag. We hope that when they come in tomorrow they would not be too shock to see what we have turned the staffroom into. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Geezzz. :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An umbrella party with lotsa black trash bags. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-5862367219522514249?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5862367219522514249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=5862367219522514249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/5862367219522514249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/5862367219522514249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/flood-in-office.html' title='Flood in Office!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rufh6GmoMII/AAAAAAAAAJY/2pn4TA6PuZ0/s72-c/SP_A0755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-6608839673385269470</id><published>2007-09-11T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:31.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blunder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuaVVMp4XNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2PbBqTwsQkY/s1600-h/SP_A0750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108935018705083602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuaVVMp4XNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2PbBqTwsQkY/s320/SP_A0750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot to bring my keys to work today. Look at the keychain!! It's a gift from Lyndon and Jenny back in NIE. We were at a bazaar and the moment they set their eyes on it, they bought it for me. I love the keychain. :) I'm a princess! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for a jog with Zhi Ling last night and forgot to place the keys back into my bag. Then, today my mum was in so she opened the door for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only realised it when I saw lotsa missed calls from home. I immediately called and msged my brother hoping that he will be back home early today as my parents won't be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later did I realised that my mum already told my brother to be home early. Tuesday night is always a night that he would have dinner with his girlfriend. Yet, he came home early with her then waited for me to be home before heading out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What more can I say? I thank God for an awesome mum and a brother who's so nice!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help but to feel so loved by them these days. Thanks you so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-6608839673385269470?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6608839673385269470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=6608839673385269470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/6608839673385269470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/6608839673385269470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/blunder.html' title='Blunder'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuaVVMp4XNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2PbBqTwsQkY/s72-c/SP_A0750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-79392458225034653</id><published>2007-09-11T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:31.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuaK3sp4XKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ocO0tmwhc98/s1600-h/SP_A0748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108923516782664866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuaK3sp4XKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ocO0tmwhc98/s320/SP_A0748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am like a tortoise hiding in my shell and would walk out one day after i've enough of solitude. This is what I would do whenever I go to my hiding place. Light up a tealight! I just went there on Sunday night and spent some time with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went for supper with two friends at East Coast. Usually we would be very chatty but that night we were all too tired, especially me. Haven't been able to sleep well and I basically survived on four to five hours these past days. Maybe I do not have the peace and have been having nightmares which awakens me. Sometimes with some friends, I would feel an awkward atmosphere if we are silent. However, I still feel so comfortable chilling out with them even when there was silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper, we went to a hut and sat there to play the guitar and worship God. I love that atmosphere, where I can play by the beach and enjoy the sea breeze. It's so wonderful worshipping, praising and presenting thanksgiving unto Him till 1.30am. I was so charged up after that but didn't join them for a coffee session as I have to work the next day. They sent me home, then proceeded for coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-79392458225034653?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/79392458225034653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=79392458225034653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/79392458225034653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/79392458225034653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/hiding-place.html' title='Hiding place'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuaK3sp4XKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ocO0tmwhc98/s72-c/SP_A0748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-4880401487882287860</id><published>2007-09-10T10:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T10:41:20.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="video" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf " width="330" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="flvPath=http://www.godtube.com/flvideo1/6/10371.flv" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This video portrayed the love of Christ for us, yet we often get distracted and tempted by the things of the world. However, He's always there waiting for us to seek Him and we will find Him. It hurts Him to see how much we go through as He's always there walking with us. He does His part to protect us but it takes our heart to be convicted to want to follow Him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I grabbed it from my beloved and dearest brother's blog. It warms my heart to know that he's still spending time with the Lord. I really hope that this video helped him to understand that God is His ultimate first love and not his studies, volleyball games and gf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lord, I thank you for letting me know that all the prayers I've prayed are slowly being answered. Keep pressing on!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guess I don't really express love through words to you coz of the way we are brought up. Yet, now I just wana say I love you lots. Thank you for all the sweet little acts that you did too. I'm touched but I guess I merely express it through a simple 'Thank you' each time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Study hard but don't be too stress, because I believe in God and you. Remember how God led you through each time. :) You are a guy with great capacity too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You are more than a conqueror through Christ who strengthens you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*hugz*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-4880401487882287860?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4880401487882287860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=4880401487882287860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4880401487882287860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4880401487882287860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/touching.html' title='Touching'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-1672159907525061151</id><published>2007-09-09T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:32.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuaP_cp4XLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KEWQWrVPps0/s1600-h/SP_A0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108929147484789938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuaP_cp4XLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KEWQWrVPps0/s320/SP_A0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The purple one is my favourite sweet. Apparently, I think it can only be found in US. It was what I asked Wei Siang to get for me many months back when he went to SF. Then when he was back, he told me he didn't buy. Later, he gave it to me. I guess it was a disappointment turned into joy. :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuaQccp4XMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5LLb5W39vGw/s1600-h/SP_A0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108929645700996290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuaQccp4XMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5LLb5W39vGw/s320/SP_A0722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just got back from LA. This time, I didn't ask for it. Yet, he remembered and gave me the green one by taking it out of his pocket. Thanks so much for remembering and blessing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We concluded that the purple one is still the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-1672159907525061151?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1672159907525061151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=1672159907525061151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1672159907525061151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1672159907525061151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/favourite-sweet.html' title='Favourite Sweet'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuaP_cp4XLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KEWQWrVPps0/s72-c/SP_A0416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-3774989965019831104</id><published>2007-09-07T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:35.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bearing the cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuExf8p4XJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Akk3m0R82YA/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107417877342346386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuExf8p4XJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Akk3m0R82YA/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuExbcp4XII/AAAAAAAAAIo/Y3af3d87IAA/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107417800032935042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuExbcp4XII/AAAAAAAAAIo/Y3af3d87IAA/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuExWcp4XHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RK-Fa5BIdog/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107417714133589106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuExWcp4XHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RK-Fa5BIdog/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuExScp4XGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/3g0Cr4--I6w/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107417645414112354" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuEw0sp4XAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pHOu7y9L4kg/s320/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuEwwcp4W_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Psi_iQ16rFA/s1600-h/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107417061298559986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuEwwcp4W_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Psi_iQ16rFA/s320/11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuEwrcp4W-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/JYtjyd8pTgU/s1600-h/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107416975399214050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuEwrcp4W-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/JYtjyd8pTgU/s320/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuEwjsp4W9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WGCuybSwUWc/s1600-h/13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107416842255227858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuEwjsp4W9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WGCuybSwUWc/s320/13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuEwfcp4W8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/V9yOEbgvkGk/s1600-h/14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107416769240783810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuEwfcp4W8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/V9yOEbgvkGk/s320/14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awesome!! We complain about the cross we bear but don't realize it is preparing us for the dip in the road that God can see and we can't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever your cross, whatever your pain, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there will always be sunshine, after the rain.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps you may stumble, perhaps even fall; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But God's always ready, to answer your call.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He knows every heartache, sees every tear, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a word from His lips, can calm every fear... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your sorrows may linger, throughout the night, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But suddenly vanish, dawn's early light... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Savior is waiting, somewhere above, to give you His grace, and send you His love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks Ethan for being an encourager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-3774989965019831104?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3774989965019831104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=3774989965019831104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3774989965019831104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3774989965019831104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/bearing-cross.html' title='Bearing the cross'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuExf8p4XJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Akk3m0R82YA/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-3572812159006273335</id><published>2007-09-07T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:35.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuEmJMp4W7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/OQUMD4JmRj4/s1600-h/photo_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107405391872416690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuEmJMp4W7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/OQUMD4JmRj4/s400/photo_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am suppose to set exam papers but I am just too moody to do so. So I shall blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Toyota Rav 4 and I want it in black. I want to own a car that is rugged and cool looking yet classy. Actually, the dream car I have in mind is not really this one but so far this is the closest to it. How I wish I can design my own car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to own a car but I don't have a driving license. *Tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I already passed my Basic theory at first try since after my A levels but I couldn't take my Advanced theory even after studying for it as I lost the receipt of entrance back then. I stopped having the motivation to sign up again and push it aside as I just want to learn to drive an auto instead of a manual car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago, I wish that I can own a car together with my future prince one fine day which we can call our own. Then he will drive and thus I don't need to get a license. I think I prefer being a xiao nu ren and have him pick me up so that I can feel loved by him though his acts of services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think I will go and apply for my Advanced theory and learn driving. I want to do Class 3A instead of Class 3 because I always stall the car. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-3572812159006273335?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3572812159006273335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=3572812159006273335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3572812159006273335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3572812159006273335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RuEmJMp4W7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/OQUMD4JmRj4/s72-c/photo_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-2285101413584476812</id><published>2007-09-07T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T01:39:09.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope in the LORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, give thanks to the LORD, for He is good!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For His mercy endures forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the redeemed of the LORD say so,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whom He has redeemed from the hand of the enemy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And gathered out of the lands,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the east and from the west,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the north and from the south.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They wandered in the wilderness in a desolate way;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They found no city to dwell in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hungry and thirsty,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their soul fainted in them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then they cried out to the LORD in their trouble,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and He delivered them out of their distresses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And He led them forth by the right way,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That they might give thanks to the LORD for His goodness,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And for His wonderful works to the children of men!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For He satisfies the longing soul, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And fills the hungry soul with goodness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Psalms 107: 1-9*&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed God will be our anchor of hope and if we obey and walk in partnership with Him, we will enter the promise land that God has prepared for us even b4 our birth. Don't focus on the circumstances but know that God will let his glory, mercy and grace be revealed through every dark valleys. He will send light so that we won't walk in darkness. Hope in the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Through the LORD'S mercies we are not consumed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Because His compassions fail not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They are new every morning;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Great is Your faithfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"The Lord is my portion," says my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Therefore I hope in Him!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Lord is good to those who wait for Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To the soul who seeks Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It is good that one should hope and wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Lamentations 3: 22-25*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-2285101413584476812?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2285101413584476812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=2285101413584476812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2285101413584476812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2285101413584476812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/hope-in-lord.html' title='Hope in the LORD'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-2613443864650539762</id><published>2007-09-06T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:36.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rt-p9Mp4W6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/2uLhLC6ptgM/s1600-h/BKS042s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106987371295431586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rt-p9Mp4W6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/2uLhLC6ptgM/s200/BKS042s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought this book yesterday, and since then i'm so glued to it. It's a very good read although it's more meant for a guy. It helps me to understand better how a man of God would be like. If a man changes, the entire family will be blessed. It also allows me to read about the miracles that God could do for marriages which are broken if there is repentance, how restoration could be made when the love of God starts to outpour in that family. Alot boils down to commitment and being in partnership with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remembered that day I had a talk with ws after cell and we concluded that those who are saved by God are new creations in Christ and we are entitled to the good things that God has in plan for us. However, it would take us to be the ones who break generation curses so that for generations to come including ours, we will start receiving the blessings from God. If we can't do anything to help break the curse in the previous generation, we must at least break it in our own generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe I tried too hard to fix things in my parents' generation but to no avail. So, I can only hope that I will break the curse through my generation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things I told myself to try to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not to become bitter but forgive and forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let the love of God overtake me and be a vessel of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Say and do things that I meant and not out of anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Communicate instead of bottling all feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be kind with words even when I am hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speak the right love language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Put myself in other peoples' shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guess the list goes on....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's time to sit down and flip through the science textbook so that I can start setting my exam paper. Focus!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I may have only an hour to sit down to do a bit of work. Got to go and meet lijun at 6pm to buy her bible then for dinner at Orchard. Our CG is no longer at McNeil but at Orchard. This week I am on holiday so I can afford to take the MRT to go for CG and yet not be late. Looks like next week onwards I would have to rush after my work and have to pay more as I have to take a cab there in order to be on time. I must create a new budget for transport.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gota go and mug on my science textbook... Sounds like i'm back to the life of a student, preparing for exams....not to sit for it but to set a paper for it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;MUG! MUG! MUG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-2613443864650539762?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2613443864650539762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=2613443864650539762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2613443864650539762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2613443864650539762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rt-p9Mp4W6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/2uLhLC6ptgM/s72-c/BKS042s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-3770540181703567132</id><published>2007-09-05T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:36.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratatouille</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rt6_Bcp4W5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/-qAxQKCvNTk/s1600-h/ratatouille_poster_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106729059077348242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rt6_Bcp4W5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/-qAxQKCvNTk/s200/ratatouille_poster_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an outstanding show. Caught so many shows this week and I think this is the best and worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's hilarious and inspiring. Great story and animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, if one keeps focusing what's left behind, one will never see what's ahead. Keep looking into the good future!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God often does not need to use people who have capabilities but people who are available and commited to Him. However, if we are given the capabilities after the commitment we make to Him and we do not have the drive to maximise it to its potential then we will not be able to live out the ultimate will that God has in plan for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remy has the capabilities and he was willing to go all out to attain his dream. Although he would not be recognised, he did not bury his talents. Even when his close ones did not believe in him, he kept pressing on. He chose to take a positive perspective rather than a negative one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linguini was also a guy who was humble. He did not take credit for things that were not his. Although Colette left, she came back later to support Linguini. I suppose that was love as she chose to stay by him in times when he needs her most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remy's family also came to support him, after they have a comprehensive view of what was going on. Good communication is indeed important. The way the rats worked together were also worth commending. Each single one was important and unity was needed if they want to achieve a goal together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During a crisis, one would be so nervous and could not even think with a clear mind. However, Remy was able to remain calm and make good plans and decisions. He also did not compromise in any manner to achieve his needs, as he sterilised all the rats before allowing them to be part of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It also took an encounter to change someone. Anton Ego was probably someone who has hidden issues, that caused him to be a critic who is cynical. Yet a dish, ratatouille opened up the knots in his heart. It changed him and allow him to be one who learn to be kind with words and actions which explains for the final review he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking the truth caused Ego to lose his credibility and job and the restaurant to be shut down. Yet they did not wallow in pity but opened a new bistro -Ratatouille. That brought happiness to everyone. A sweet ending. :) When a door closes, another will be open. It just depends on whether you are willing to seek the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-3770540181703567132?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3770540181703567132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=3770540181703567132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3770540181703567132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3770540181703567132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/ratatouille.html' title='Ratatouille'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rt6_Bcp4W5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/-qAxQKCvNTk/s72-c/ratatouille_poster_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-5460895428774099778</id><published>2007-09-04T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:16:45.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Vujicic - Life without Limbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LtCrlXdd2E" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His story really inspired me. Cried while watching it. He's really a great guy that God is using right now to encourage and inspire people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zwm8DhtbBqw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many a times we keep thinking about our own bad situation but here is a guy who is less fortunate than us physically and he did not gave up on God. Instead he waited on the Lord and trusted God for His grace and glory to be revealed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can read his story at &lt;a href="http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/about-nick-vujicic.php"&gt;http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/about-nick-vujicic.php&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-5460895428774099778?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5460895428774099778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=5460895428774099778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/5460895428774099778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/5460895428774099778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/nick-vujicic.html' title='Nick Vujicic - Life without Limbs'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-5490639364852265410</id><published>2007-09-04T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:36.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rt0-dMp4W4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Afai4F64lKc/s1600-h/SP_A0713a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106306223842024322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rt0-dMp4W4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Afai4F64lKc/s200/SP_A0713a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met up with a few of my colleagues today for High Tea @ Intercontinental Hotel. It's supposed to be a Tai Tai outing. I guess it's a gal's desire to have the ability to become a Tai Tai one day. But, I don't think i'm suited for it. The food was not too bad but I ate really little coz of my weak stomach and appetite. The seats were pretty comfy. Actually it is a nice and romantic place to hang out for a drink in the night, accompanied with live jazz music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Conversations were wacky, funny and informative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amongst them, I'm the youngest and all of them are either married and pregnant or getting married soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So being with them all these months aid me to learn more about marriage, pregnancy, parenting and housing. Also, about what kinda guys to look for, a good husband I suppose. :p They have got a good life with good and loving husbands. They have a beautiful love story and of course they had their fair share of differences to work on to make their story beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apart from these, I've also learnt how to be a better teacher as they're really experienced ones. Nevertheless, they are great people to work with. That is because they are very responsible and capable so it makes working life less miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess, I also appreciate and treasure their friendship alot. They tend to shower care and concern on me, especially asking me to eat in school. Sometimes, they would go the extra mile to buy snacks for tea-break. There are many more things that they have done which touches my heart alot. Thanks so much!! I also think that it's often tough to have friends who would understand the life of a teacher unless the person is also a teacher. :P Thanks for sharing my woes at times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately, I think i'm looking at the good things that God has place in my life and giving thanks to Him more than before. Maybe it's a time where i've got time to reflect on my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there are more good things to come before 2007 comes to an end. I want to trust that this year will be a great year for me. It's not how I started it but how I end it. Four more months to go....:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hopefully,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Career would be more stable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Settled down in a new ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Close-knitted relationship with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trying out more new activities or courses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A holiday trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A life-long partner with an excellent character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-5490639364852265410?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5490639364852265410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=5490639364852265410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/5490639364852265410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/5490639364852265410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/high-tea.html' title='High Tea'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rt0-dMp4W4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Afai4F64lKc/s72-c/SP_A0713a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-3352674087418095390</id><published>2007-09-04T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:36.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rtzdr8p4W1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rrwCfgHach0/s1600-h/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106199824617200466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rtzdr8p4W1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rrwCfgHach0/s320/dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think God is really so awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndon is one of my best friend in NIE days. He's always there standing by me and encouraging me through the tough times I faced. Our hall-mates and friends said we look alike, especially when I wear my spectacles. So that makes him my twin brother. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to our personal commitments we haven't been keeping in touch. Remembered the last time I bump into him was during the June holidays at Tampines Mall. It was kinda amusing. I was looking at some clothes in Fox and he was looking in from the glass panels where I was standing. I guess we didn't see each other for so long and it took us a while to realise that our eyes met. I think he's wondering if the gal he saw was me, while I felt a stranger staring at me. So I looked up. That meetup was quite awkward for us but we both really looked different. My hair grew longer and he said I look great, while he also looked more shuai. We're supposed to go blading and have his hair cut at Nik's place during the June holidays but we're too busy with work, church and personal commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two months, I'm finally back on msn. Usually the time we see each other on msn is really bad timing coz he teaches in the morning while I teach in the afternoon. So each time we start a conversation, we would have to end it real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, he msned and asked, "How am I?" As usual, I would say i'm fine. But he's discerning enough to know that something is wrong as i'm not my usual self. So he asked, " You're fine or will you be fine?" We then had our share of conversation and through him I found out that my mindset have changed to be more positive about the things to come. Through him, I've really learnt alot. Be it during the days in NIE or a year later. I thanked him for always being around like an angel, loving and blessing me. Of course, we had our hard times but indeed &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the shadows prove the sunshine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later did I realise that actually He had a dream about me the previous night. We were both amazed when we talked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't believe it! God often sent people to me in His own special ways. I'm someone who is pretty closed up, this makes it difficult for me to be willing to open up and speak. Nevertheless, He sends people who has that character that makes me feel comfortable speaking to and ones with spiritual maturity in God. These people are ones whom I went through thick and thin through different stages of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've so many angels around me. Thank You, Lord! Your love for me is never failing. Your works are so incomprehensible too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-3352674087418095390?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3352674087418095390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=3352674087418095390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3352674087418095390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3352674087418095390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rtzdr8p4W1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rrwCfgHach0/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-6188925841224892861</id><published>2007-09-04T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:36.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DC called to ask if I want anything from HK again but each time I would turn him down. I guess he's really very sweet. The times that we were together for abt 3 years, he would surprise me with lotsa bouquet of flowers, soft toys and other beautiful gifts. Back then, the flowers would fill my refrigerator till my dad complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was in NS and I was in University, we drifted away as we barely have time for each other. He's either too tired on weekends or i'm too busy with my projects. Of course, insecurity arises since I was in University too. We separated because I didn't want a long distance relationship as he has to go to Melbourne to obtain his degree. Yet, we had a mutual break up, without hurting each other and thats why till now we are still good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, 5 years have passed. When I suddenly look back, I realised that both of us have really changed alot: Personality, character, looks, mindset, interest, dreams, visions... that we both felt that we don't really know each other or clique that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that doesn't change is his kind and loving character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered times when he was in Melbourne, he would send packages full of surprises back. Yet the one that I remembered most was the graduation bear that he personalised for my graduation. :) Times he went for holidays with family and short business trips, he would always bring something back for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last time he went to HK he brought this back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106185380642184002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtzQjMp4W0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/XaOJLgbhyGc/s320/SP_A0705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beautiful right? His taste for things have definitely changed too. The pair in the centre is my favourite among the two. These are definitely not cheap. &lt;p&gt;I asked him why he bought me these. He said that I'm no longer the little girl that I was in his eyes back then. Now, I seemed like an elegant lady and thats why such earrings to match my outfits when I dress up. Thanks for the compliment! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks so much for blessing me with gifts all these past years. I hope that the Lord will bless you back in return in your career and may you have greater breakthru in the Lord. Keep serving Him even in the midst of your hectic schedule k. With the drive that you have, I also believe that you will reach your dream position in your workplace soon. Keep shining for the Lord there. Remember, the higher you climb, the greater the responsibilities but don't ever compromise it with your love and fire for the Lord k. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-6188925841224892861?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6188925841224892861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=6188925841224892861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/6188925841224892861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/6188925841224892861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtzQjMp4W0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/XaOJLgbhyGc/s72-c/SP_A0705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-8165869004162822550</id><published>2007-09-03T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:40:45.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualities to look for in a relationship</title><content type='html'>I was flipping through my stack of sermon notes and this caught my attention. It was what Brother Lester purposely shared with us during a Relationships in Christ seminar that he conducted in 2003. Suddenly have the urge to read through it again. :P I was looking for the notes on Pastor Kong's Finding a right partner but I think I misplaced it. But, I think I will listen to the sermons since i'm on holiday now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Qualitites to Look for in a Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for a person with a&lt;strong&gt; good character&lt;/strong&gt; and not personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is the determinant and consistent gauge of a person; be it under pressure, stress or joy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personality traits are non-lasting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Commitment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Commited to &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. -&gt; does he have time for you or often caught up with work and friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Commited to the &lt;strong&gt;relationship&lt;/strong&gt;. -&gt; If he really loves you, he will wait for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Commited to &lt;strong&gt;growth and change&lt;/strong&gt;. -&gt; is he willing to learn, change and improve?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Commited to &lt;strong&gt;goals&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; goal of every relationship is to one day get married&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Cor 9:26 - " So I run straight to the goal with purpose in every step. I fight to win. I'm not just shadow-boxing or playing around."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Communication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Communication is essential. It makes or breaks a relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expressive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Is he able to express his feelings to you? "I love you" have healing properties.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Can you relate freely and openly with him?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Can you trust your partner?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3) Consistent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&gt; Does he mean what he says to you and say what he means?&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Guys who flirt and giving fanciful stories are definitely inconsistent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Matt 5:37 - "But let your 'Yes' be 'Yes' and your 'No' be 'No'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4) Responsible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Responsibility comes with &lt;strong&gt;maturity&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Responsibility is not passive. It is &lt;strong&gt;active&lt;/strong&gt;. -&gt; not something of mere word/thoughts but shown thru actions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Identity in Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will have a healthy self-esteem and will be able to love others and himself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dan 11:32 - " ...But the people who know their God shall be strong, and carry out great exploits."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Matt 22:39 - "You shall love your neighbour as yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;6) Physical Attractiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not mistake&lt;strong&gt; friendship&lt;/strong&gt; for a &lt;strong&gt;romantic relationship&lt;/strong&gt;. You need to know the differences although studies have shown that couples who started out as friends are happier and are more successfully married.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship&lt;/strong&gt;-&gt; Purely platonic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationship&lt;/strong&gt;-&gt; You will feel sexually attracted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;You must be attracted by physical appearance else there will be no intimacy between you and him. A relationship without intimacy will cause temptation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three important things to note before commiting to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;How does he treat his &lt;strong&gt;friends and family members&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How does he treat &lt;strong&gt;strangers&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who are his close &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do your homework before finding a partner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prov 18:13 - "he who answers a matter before he hears it, it is a folly and shame to him."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a detailed list of the qualities of your partner and use it as a checklist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't go for personality traits but for character aspects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Process of Courtship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt; - Can you get along with one another.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying out&lt;/strong&gt; - group outing and knowing more about his character and personality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courtship&lt;/strong&gt; - You are deciding whether if he is the one for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attached&lt;/strong&gt; - Making a commitment to the relationship and going towards marriage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have long drafted up a detailed list of the qualities that I want in my partner 3 years back. Now, it's time to fine-tune it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The past two years+ i've been really closed up even when guys do cross my path. Maybe it was fear of getting hurt. I don't know when will the time be but just trust that everything will be beautiful in God's timing. I believe that the guy whom God has for me would be someone great and he will be able to lead me out of a shell that i've created to protect myself all these while. Love is something beautiful. Yet, it will flunctuate according to good or bad times. But &lt;strong&gt;it will be the commitment that makes the couple say I'll still love you on bad days, when we argue and disagree. With commitment, comes love which will aid to cover all incompatibilities or differences too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He has made everything beautiful in its time. * Eccl 3:11*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-8165869004162822550?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8165869004162822550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=8165869004162822550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8165869004162822550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8165869004162822550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/qualities-to-look-for-in-relationship.html' title='Qualities to look for in a relationship'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-3559426015266779189</id><published>2007-09-02T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:37.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtrIbMp4WrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vYW5St_ibGU/s1600-h/transition-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105613497156786866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtrIbMp4WrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vYW5St_ibGU/s400/transition-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a season of moving forward and going through a transition period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been serving in choir for close to 4 years already. Today, I spoke to my leader and I'm really moving on to another new ministry. Not too sure what it will be yet, probably nursery. I guess maybe i've been in choir for too long and it's time to move on. Partly coz I haven't been able to go for practice,thus can't serve and also maybe I need a change of environment as I may have become too comfortable and weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I have signed myself up for a new bible study, Fivefold Ministry which will commence next Sunday. Yesterday, I received my certificate for christian foundation. It was something that I aimed for many years back when we were still in JW but didn't achieve it. Yet, as I haven't been able to attend weekday bible studies due to work timing and having many tests not set for, I thought i'm far from receiving it. However, unknowingly I receive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only this, doors are open for me to attend discipleship class. When I was told about it I really feel that I am not ready. Going for this class will only mean that it might bring me to a calling of a leader. I feel intimidated, although I know that through the prophecy given I'm going to do great things i've never done before and carry the compassion of God to minister to people plus a new wave of anointing of the Lord. Everything just suddenly unfold like that. My leader told me that i'm already in my comfort zone and she's goin to kick me if i don't start moving. Though I know I need to be positive and obey the Lord, I simply can't help but to feel afraid of the things that are to come. It meant less time to rest and more responsibilities. I simply feel that I don't have what it takes to do what I am suppose to do. I've until Oct before I walk this new road. Opportunities don't come knocking twice, so I suppose I would go for it if the promotion comes from the Lord and if it's still open in Oct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I did something i've never done. I drank heineken but only half a glass. I have never taken beer in my entire life although my dad and friends drinks. Yet that day I tried it. The feeling was horrible so I took green tea together with it. Do not know what got into me. Well, at least I know how it tasted like and know that it's not what I like at all. I felt so hot after a while but thank God I did not turn red. Later when I reach home I puked. Then, I didn't really sleep well. I'm pretty wierd, drinking makes people have a good sleep but I would end up not sleeping instead. I also concluded it's really bad for my health and I shouldn't harm the temple of the Holy Spirit. I can only appreciate wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my appetite has been really bad and I get constant sharp pain. Doctor said is gastric and mayb stomach ulcer. If it gets unbearable a scope will be necessary. However, sometimes I ended up puking what I eat especially during dinner. The long hours at work the past weeks, lack of sleep, stress and the feeling of emo just doesn't help at all. I need to pick my health up!! That explains the one week of rest at home and burying myself in marking and setting of exam papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also found my hiding place. A place on Siglap Hill where I will go to pray and read the word of God when I need to find the peace to keep me moving on in the midst of persecutions. I first visited there on 15th May'07 but it was only recently that I began to feel that peace of God each time I go there more frequently at night and thank God that at times I would get a ride home, usually coming to me as a surprise. That makes me feel that the Lord remembers me and hope that u will bless the person who blessed me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's day was just over. On the night before it, I was telling a fren that I wish I can receive a bouquet of flowers and I said a prayer to God for it. I'm a flowers person and receiving flowers makes me feel loved. Initially I got a bouquet of fake ones and many stalks of fresh flowers. Then when I walked out of school, wanting to head home, I saw Cassandra and her mum. She gave me a bouquet of sunflower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105621515860728514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtrPt8p4WsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kGiQONoMnYo/s320/SP_A0685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, God really answered my prayers and made me feel so loved. Ain't it beautiful and so cheery. It makes my night. :) The sunflower replaced that warm smile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to rebond my hair yesterday. It's so straight and long now. My face may look a little bit chubby too. Nik cut a new style for me but he refused to let me cut it short, even when deep down in me I really want a new look, a new beginning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Indeed, God is going to pour out new things in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Do not remember the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth; Shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;* Isaiah 43:18-19*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I choose to stand firm and obey Him in the midst of painful times, I believe that He will not shortchange me. Instead, I can sense that He's going to bless me with a double portion of what I lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Instead of your shame you shall have double honor..."&lt;br /&gt;*Isaiah 61: 7*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Refrain your voice from weeping, and your eyes from tears; for your work shall be rewarded, says the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;*Jer 31: 16*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking ahead for a new breakthrough in my walk with the Lord. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-3559426015266779189?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3559426015266779189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=3559426015266779189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3559426015266779189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3559426015266779189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtrIbMp4WrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vYW5St_ibGU/s72-c/transition-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-8894942317575976783</id><published>2007-09-02T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:37.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Reservations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtrD_Mp4WqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8yeVhUfjfHA/s1600-h/no-reservations-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105608618073938594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtrD_Mp4WqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8yeVhUfjfHA/s320/no-reservations-poster-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I caught this yesterday midnight. I was so tired and it doesn't help that the show was boring too. Feels like there is something lacking in the show. It's probably a lack of chemistry between the both parties and also lack of a punch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I was really glad that they both got together at the end. They love each other, yet both parties tried so hard to hide it, especially the gal as she was probably filled with pride. At the end, she realised that he's the reason why she could smile and she went to tell him not to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess things work out well where they tried to understand each other better and be true about their feelings for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-8894942317575976783?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8894942317575976783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=8894942317575976783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8894942317575976783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8894942317575976783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-reservations.html' title='No Reservations'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtrD_Mp4WqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8yeVhUfjfHA/s72-c/no-reservations-poster-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-5459798659665839010</id><published>2007-09-02T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:37.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan Almighty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rtqtlsp4WjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8qukq4UR1YA/s1600-h/evan-almighty-poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105583990731463218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rtqtlsp4WjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8qukq4UR1YA/s400/evan-almighty-poster-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He suggests that when we pray for patience, God doesn't make us patient, but give us opportunity to be patient. And when we ask for courage, God doesn't give us courage, but gives us the opportunity to be courageous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly at a loss about what to do about her family and her husband, Joan confides her troubles to a waiter, who happens to be God in disguise. The above was what he spoke to her and enlightened her especially coz she did pray that she wants love and unity in the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God indeed works in a very different way. He does not give us what we ask for in a direct manner but creates &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to mould us to be who He wants us to be. Indeed, what we ask for we will receive it! But of course, not according to how we think but thru' His thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"For My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways My ways," says the Lord. "For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Isaiah 55:8-9*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/s:&lt;/strong&gt; Bruce Almighty is a nicer show compared to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-5459798659665839010?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5459798659665839010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=5459798659665839010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/5459798659665839010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/5459798659665839010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/evan-almighty.html' title='Evan Almighty'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rtqtlsp4WjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8qukq4UR1YA/s72-c/evan-almighty-poster-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-8042153756473631136</id><published>2007-09-01T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:37.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rtrmk8p4WtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BKR6BJKTptc/s1600-h/thumb-pic-1197105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105646650009344722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rtrmk8p4WtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BKR6BJKTptc/s400/thumb-pic-1197105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is the person of character, word, faith and love? All have been compromised. The heart of the matter is the matter of your heart. You can never change what you are unwilling to confront. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so filled with righteous anger. I wish I can speak up but I just can't and I think some things left unsaid would be better. Only God will understand what I am going through. I can only forgive, coz the love of God in me is overtaking every bit of me. I did what I could to show love and support even when it is tough and yet get criticised and accused for things I did not do. It's simply character assasination!! Dread it!! What did I do to deserve all these? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Am I a God near at hand, " says the Lord, " and not a God afar off? Can anyone hide himself in secret places, so I shall not see him? " says the Lord; "Do I not fill heaven and earth?" says the Lord.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Jeremiah 23: 23-24*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows everything and He will do something about it. Now, I just want to go into my shell to hide, recover then walk away to protect myself as I don't want to be vulnerable. I may look strong on the outside but within i'm very soft and fragile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God will take good care of everything and I entrust everything over to Him by laying every burdens at the foot of His cross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every tear I shed, He will bottle. Every wound, He will heal. He's my refuge, comforter and healer. The story of the prodigal son is what comes to mind now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-8042153756473631136?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8042153756473631136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=8042153756473631136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8042153756473631136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8042153756473631136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rtrmk8p4WtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BKR6BJKTptc/s72-c/thumb-pic-1197105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-2134701496907829760</id><published>2007-08-26T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:38.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Thanksgiving I come into Your Courts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtFxEMp4WiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cXfL6YtE9wk/s1600-h/art_giftsheartd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102984169717783074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtFxEMp4WiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cXfL6YtE9wk/s400/art_giftsheartd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but to say THANK YOU, Lord!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God really amazes me so much. When u leave everything into His hands, He will indeed fight for u. Lately, someone hurts me so so so much. If that was the past, I would really retaliate. Yet, I kept my cool and forgave coz like what Joyce Meyer preached: Hurting people hurts people. Though I forgave, I told God that I hope this person will apologise. Few days later, the person indeed apologised. Through this incident, God had shown me another aspect of love. Love protects and edifies instead of condemning the one who hurts u. It's really a choice and requires self-control not to hurt people just because you yourself are hurt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love suffers long and is &lt;strong&gt;kind&lt;/strong&gt;; love does not envy; loves does not parade itself, is not puffed up; &lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not behave rudely&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not seek its own&lt;/strong&gt;, is &lt;strong&gt;not provoked&lt;/strong&gt;, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; &lt;strong&gt;bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a period of trials, God also revealed that I have great friends around me who met my needs. However, what amazes me is that He sent someone who does not know what I'm going through to lift me up thru an sms. This person ain't someone who is that expressive and seldom smses me. Yet, it was the exact words of encouragement that I needed. What I realise is that, when someone speaks words of condemnation, a word of encouragement could negate the effect of condemnation. This is how cool God is to me. :) He simply surprised me with people who's like an angel being there at the right moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love is really never failing. We all live in an imperfect world. But what makes it worth living is the love of God. He loves and bottles every tear we cry. However, God works only when we allow Him to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-2134701496907829760?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2134701496907829760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=2134701496907829760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2134701496907829760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2134701496907829760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/08/with-thanksgiving-i-come-into-your.html' title='With Thanksgiving I come into Your Courts'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtFxEMp4WiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cXfL6YtE9wk/s72-c/art_giftsheartd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-7863656307808102328</id><published>2007-08-26T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:33:14.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A release of my emotions</title><content type='html'>Haven't got the chance to let time freeze and take stock of my life. However, the events that have been happening these past weeks brought lotsa light to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what Beverly said was really true. I guess i'm someone who is very vulnerable to people dear or close to me. It seems like i can practically empathise what they are going through. Then it becomes my instinct to want to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end up caring, encouraging and loving them more. Hoping that it would lift their spirits up a little, bringing a smile on their face. However, while i'm doing that I ended up facing the pain of rejections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my struggle. Too much compassion and emphathy, yet when faced with rejections I would draw into my shell. I really do not know how to show the compassion and emphathy in a correct measure and not let myself be affected by others' situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT surely I know that God does not want me to be like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, can you teach me to love like the way you do? Let the soulish nature in me die and let ur Spirit takeover. Teach me to use the gift that u've given to me in a most appropriate portion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7863656307808102328?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7863656307808102328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7863656307808102328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7863656307808102328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7863656307808102328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/08/release-of-my-emotions.html' title='A release of my emotions'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-2062329818872955060</id><published>2007-08-25T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:38.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtuJxMp4WvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-wQR2E2nucQ/s1600-h/DSCF0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105826080858069746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtuJxMp4WvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-wQR2E2nucQ/s400/DSCF0946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our teacher's day dinner at the Legends @ Fort Canning this year. The food was really bad. Thus, I ended up not really eating as I was also having gastric pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtuJYcp4WuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bGMn2OECu_o/s1600-h/DSCF0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105825655656307426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtuJYcp4WuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bGMn2OECu_o/s400/DSCF0947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my best buddies and friends at workplace. Pretty babes with great heart I would say. Life wouldn't be so good without them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially suppose to meet someone at a special place where our first memories were created but everything was cancelled. I believe that such a reminiscence will not be possible anymore as this someone has left to another world for good, and probably won't be coming back... Or maybe years later. I suppose this person is someone who once decides to leave, would just simply vanish into the thin air without informing anyone till we realise that presence was gone. Comes and goes in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and drink a packet of fresh milk, hoping I would feel better from the gastric pain. Later, I went out with Weisiang and Daniel for supper at Geylang. After that, we proceeded to Mustafa. I had a good time shopping and being amused by them. I bought the cards for the gals graduation. Weisiang got his berms. Of course, when we were about to leave, we saw some accessories. The guys bought a necklace each. Looks good on them and I think it was a good change of look. I also bought two necklaces which I really liked a lot as gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to East Coast to have ice-cream and milk-shakes. We sat on the breakwaters and talked alot till dawn. Sitting there makes me remininsce alot, sweet and bitter memories. I gazed at the stars and saw some shooting stars. I made some silly wishes but doubt it will ever come true. The sky was filled with lotsa stars but of course it's nothing compared to the magnificient view I saw in Bintan. I miss the times in Bintan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the morning, I went to my hiding place before heading home. That's my Friday night and Saturday morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-2062329818872955060?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2062329818872955060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=2062329818872955060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2062329818872955060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2062329818872955060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/08/teachers-day-dinner.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day Dinner'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtuJxMp4WvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-wQR2E2nucQ/s72-c/DSCF0946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-8741320629936917877</id><published>2007-08-19T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:38.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bintan Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtrA98p4WpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fAeGiF3NaQI/s1600-h/SP_A0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105605298064218770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtrA98p4WpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fAeGiF3NaQI/s400/SP_A0559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bintan trip was fun coz I had lotsa precious memories. Yet painful coz there are unpleasant sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Snorkelling&lt;br /&gt;-Jet-skiing&lt;br /&gt;-Banana Boat&lt;br /&gt;-Kayaking&lt;br /&gt;-Playing frisbee&lt;br /&gt;-Sun-tanning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just some of the activities I did there. Many first times and I guess the company made everything so special. I will never forget the writings on the sand and the stars in the sky. That was the most pleasant surprise i've gotten as stars are what I love to gaze at but yet in Singapore they just don't look as beautiful as it would really be. Maybe it would be more perfect if I manage to collect some seashells back from there. Yet, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to say but yet I just can't express them here and can only keep it in my bottle. Looks like what I brought back was memories and not momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back, many things just went wrong. I really wonder if it's a trip to rest and relax to be recharged for greater things to come or it's meant to prepare me for unhappy things to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-8741320629936917877?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8741320629936917877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=8741320629936917877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8741320629936917877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8741320629936917877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/09/bintan-trip.html' title='Bintan Trip'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RtrA98p4WpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fAeGiF3NaQI/s72-c/SP_A0559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-1669984319363903175</id><published>2007-05-16T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:39.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The value of cracked pots</title><content type='html'>I was reading articles on Joyce Meyer's site during my break in school yesterday and chance upon this article. One that speaks to me and this story is really so beautifully illustrated. Couldn't help but to tear after reading it as many a times i feel like i'm a cracked pot to the Potter. Yet this Potter never forsake me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rkr1OWSr5UI/AAAAAAAAADw/nL6RZJq_I2s/s1600-h/Pottera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065130357782472002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rkr1OWSr5UI/AAAAAAAAADw/nL6RZJq_I2s/s400/Pottera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A water bearer in India had two large pots hanging at the ends of a pole that he carried across his neck. One of the pots was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house. The other pot had a crack in it, and by the time it reached its destination, it was only half full. Every day for two years the water bearer delivered only one and one-half pots of water to the master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments—perfect to the end for which it was made. The poor little cracked pot was ashamed of its imperfections and miserable that it could accomplish only half of what it had been designed to do. After two years of what the imperfect pot perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer and said, "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" asked the bearer, "What are you ashamed of?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, for these past two years, I have been able to deliver only half a load of water each day because this crack in my side allows water to leak out all the way back to the master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all this work without getting the full value of your efforts," the pot said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path." Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot noticed the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because half of its load had leaked out once again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path and not on the other pot's side? That's because I've always known about your flaw and took advantage of it by planting flower seeds on your side of the path. Every day as we walked back from the stream, you watered those seeds, and for two years I have picked these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just what you are, he would not have had this beauty to grace his house."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-1669984319363903175?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1669984319363903175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=1669984319363903175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1669984319363903175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1669984319363903175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/05/value-of-cracked-pots.html' title='The value of cracked pots'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rkr1OWSr5UI/AAAAAAAAADw/nL6RZJq_I2s/s72-c/Pottera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-3055155480735953676</id><published>2007-05-13T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:39.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063968203768806866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RkbUQFODPdI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZnrJ2k-9utk/s400/Thebeatitudes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing thru some precious moments figurines. Suddenly had the desire to create this using illustrator and use it as my desktop background. I love this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-3055155480735953676?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3055155480735953676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=3055155480735953676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3055155480735953676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3055155480735953676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/05/lovely.html' title='Lovely.. :)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RkbUQFODPdI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZnrJ2k-9utk/s72-c/Thebeatitudes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-7707147195909058961</id><published>2007-04-20T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:39.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RijW15N4oeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f0quHS8iWJQ/s1600-h/SP_A0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RijWn5N4odI/AAAAAAAAADI/nsIo_UZwN3w/s1600-h/SP_A0391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055526562585682386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RijWn5N4odI/AAAAAAAAADI/nsIo_UZwN3w/s400/SP_A0391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is drawn by my talented colleague. It's exactly how my hp looked like when it was laid on the table, together with the princessy cross(gift from Weisiang during Christmas) and pink hp pouch(bought with Jolyn).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7707147195909058961?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7707147195909058961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7707147195909058961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7707147195909058961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7707147195909058961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/04/sketch.html' title='Sketch'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RijWn5N4odI/AAAAAAAAADI/nsIo_UZwN3w/s72-c/SP_A0391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-1819764424472382518</id><published>2007-04-04T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:40.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I am willing to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RhOw-ZWvkVI/AAAAAAAAADA/Uuynyg-lLvU/s1600-h/memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049574193217114450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RhOw-ZWvkVI/AAAAAAAAADA/Uuynyg-lLvU/s320/memories.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life seems to be so fast paced. If only time could stand still for a while....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've a bag full of thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet just can't bring myself to speak, to explain, to relate, to fight....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt some things left unsaid would be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet others think i'm putting the future at risk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I would like to entrust God with everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solitude is indeed what I desire most for the time being to get myself recharged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-1819764424472382518?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1819764424472382518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=1819764424472382518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1819764424472382518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1819764424472382518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-i-am-willing-to-say.html' title='All I am willing to say'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RhOw-ZWvkVI/AAAAAAAAADA/Uuynyg-lLvU/s72-c/memories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-6390223189005985230</id><published>2007-03-05T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:40.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings about the name of cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rew280EIK6I/AAAAAAAAACs/6af6esFJ3y8/s1600-h/SP_A0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038462501516749730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rew280EIK6I/AAAAAAAAACs/6af6esFJ3y8/s320/SP_A0365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that you're asking someone what cake this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person's reply would be, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Carrot Cake Lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without looking at the tag, we would really think that this person who replied is probably too irritated or is using the singapore slang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humour was what flooded my mind when I spotted the cake while glancing through the glass refrigerator, hoping to find a nice chocolate cake. However, another aspect of this illustration was that we need to pause and analyse before jumping to conclusions in every conversations. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038462991143021490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rew3ZUEIK7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/mWIKc3yoCgI/s320/SP_A0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you like blueberries? How about a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 blueberries on a cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15 roses means I am really sorry. What does 15 blueberries mean then? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you telling me that you're sorry? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First I thought about having a cake with 99 blueberries and how could the baker arrange it such that after slicing to it's usual 6 or 8 slice, one can still have equal number of blueberries on each slice. Little did I realise that as I googled about the meaning behind each number of roses, I linked it to blueberries and came up with the above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for tonight!! Time to turn in!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have noticed, the cake has one blueberry missing. :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-6390223189005985230?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/6390223189005985230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=6390223189005985230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/6390223189005985230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/6390223189005985230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/03/musings-about-names-of-cakes.html' title='Musings about the name of cakes'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/Rew280EIK6I/AAAAAAAAACs/6af6esFJ3y8/s72-c/SP_A0365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-504722983079000428</id><published>2007-01-07T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:40.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoutout!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RaELhVHDdFI/AAAAAAAAACg/9vW3ZQIzNto/s1600-h/79565052_don%27t+cry+brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RaELhVHDdFI/AAAAAAAAACg/9vW3ZQIzNto/s320/79565052_don%27t+cry+brother.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017304127097762898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoutout: "I'm tired!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart cries and tears drop. I feel a voice in me shouting out I really really need You!!I need to ride on your grace and be filled with new strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only a few days but I felt that I already can't breathe. I dread the hustle and bustle, all I want is to escape into Your presence where I could be still and know that You're my God!! I want your presence, one which is filled with love, peace and great comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt I begin to feel that fear of stepping into an unfamiliar ground arising in me once again. I feel so powerless and unconfident of myself. Lord, can you please fill me with godly confidence, the confidence to know that You're my Jehovah Jireh and You will provide all that is needed to fight in this battlefield that you've placed me in. I recognise that I'm nothing without You and can never continue walking without You. You've always been all that I relied upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what the Sovereign Lord, the Holy One of Israel says:&lt;br /&gt;"Only in returning to me and resting in me will you be saved.&lt;br /&gt;In quietness and confidence is your strength...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Isaiah 30 :15*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you.&lt;br /&gt;I have called you by name; you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;When you go through deep waters, I will be with you.&lt;br /&gt;When you go through rivers of difficulty you will not drown.&lt;br /&gt;When you walk through the fire of oppression,&lt;br /&gt;you will not be burned up;&lt;br /&gt;the flames will not consume you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Isaiah 43: 1-2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, God has come to save me. I will trust in him and not be afraid. The Lord God is my strength and my song; he has given me victory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Isaiah 12:2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-504722983079000428?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/504722983079000428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=504722983079000428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/504722983079000428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/504722983079000428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-shoutout-im-tired-my-heart-cries-and.html' title='Shoutout!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RaELhVHDdFI/AAAAAAAAACg/9vW3ZQIzNto/s72-c/79565052_don%27t+cry+brother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-1659461199418297692</id><published>2007-01-02T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:40.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RZvG_yJn4LI/AAAAAAAAACU/0jc0j9P0MRU/s1600-h/985-233016-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RZvG_yJn4LI/AAAAAAAAACU/0jc0j9P0MRU/s200/985-233016-d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015821409103372466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this pair of blades last year hoping that I would get to blade during my holidays. However, it only made its first journey at Bedok Reservoir today. It travelled for about 4 km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to adapt to this pair of blades. Guess I haven't blade for a long time and I'm still having a bit of phobia with speed. Hopefully as time passes, I would overcome my fear and get better in blading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the good weather and protection through my blading session.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, this pair of blades is a blessing from the Lord!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the budget in mind,I asked for a beginner's blades. Yet with the same price I got a more professional pair due to the 30% sale at skateline. I never use guards whenever I blade. However, with this pair of blades I felt that I needed protection. Later did I realised that the full set of guards are on 50% discount and I bought them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed God is able to do abundantly and exceedingly above all I could ask or think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could I do but to thank God for granting the desires of my heart!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-1659461199418297692?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1659461199418297692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=1659461199418297692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1659461199418297692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1659461199418297692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-journey.html' title='First Journey'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RZvG_yJn4LI/AAAAAAAAACU/0jc0j9P0MRU/s72-c/985-233016-d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-3095768047943450039</id><published>2007-01-02T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:41.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RZu52SJn4KI/AAAAAAAAACI/jSb-Gdj1YPs/s1600-h/night+at+the+museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RZu52SJn4KI/AAAAAAAAACI/jSb-Gdj1YPs/s200/night+at+the+museum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015806952243454114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back only at wee hours in the morning, I only woke up at 12pm. I didn't do much but was reading a book then had dinner. The best part was having able to meet a friend and watch Night at the Museum. Actually we were supposed to catch a show about few weeks back but when we arrived at the cineplex, the tickets were sold out. Being smarter, the tickets were booked beforehand this time round. However,we arrived late and the tickets booked were released. Nevertheless, thank God for not too bad seats given to us although they ain't his desired ones. The show had some humour and i enjoyed it. Oh ya, i bumped into Mingwei at the cineplex. Heee...I made him blushed!!:P One thing i don't deny, he's more shuai now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I planned to turn in early this night but then i felt hungry after the show. We dropped by simpang bedok but was too crowded. Then he suggested airport but later Mac Cafe at east coast. I told him that i had mac these days and he made a left turn to Changi Village even when he dread going there due to the long journey. He's sweet, I would say. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked down the row of shophouses and ended up eating and having a drink at subway. We had small talks. Actually there are things I just don't agree with him spiritually and wish I could tell him. Yet I kept quiet and let him do the talking. Guess the talks only got lighter on our way home and make me feel more comfortable. Maybe it's just me!! I'm more vocal virtually than physically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual,he's a gentleman. Each time he would park his car and want to send me to my doorsteps as it's late. Usually I would turn him down and he only pressed my lift button and see me into the lift. This time I allowed him to send me up but only to the 11th level. I'm just impressed by his act of services and his protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a very good time spent with someone always so sweet!! It's just a rare chance to catch up before our term starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-3095768047943450039?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3095768047943450039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=3095768047943450039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3095768047943450039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3095768047943450039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/01/1st-day-of-year.html' title='1st day of the year'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RZu52SJn4KI/AAAAAAAAACI/jSb-Gdj1YPs/s72-c/night+at+the+museum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-1382828910357092703</id><published>2007-01-01T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:41.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ushering the new year---&gt; 2007!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RZuxgiJn4II/AAAAAAAAABw/qaQ-hcap9FU/s1600-h/DSC05679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RZuxgiJn4II/AAAAAAAAABw/qaQ-hcap9FU/s200/DSC05679.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015797782488277122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*Geylang Park Connector*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like last year, I went to watch fireworks. However, this time I went to geylang park connector instead of the esplanade in order to avoid crowds. The fireworks was way too short and of course I couldn't get to hear the music or see the fireworks synchronising with the music. I guess what took our attention was the army flare that was released into the sky when the fireworks first started off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RZuyDyJn4JI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0USMzF043fg/s1600-h/DSC05685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RZuyDyJn4JI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0USMzF043fg/s200/DSC05685.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015798388078665874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*Cousin Terence &amp; Me*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time when I go and watch the fireworks, I would hope that standing beside me would be my special half but this time I went with cousin Terence, Lijun, Terence, Guohong and Kaishen. Just going to pray that by this year end, there will be someone special who would be by my side to usher in the next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the fellowship was great!! Of course, with an incident that happened in guohong's car which cost us time to do some cleaning up. Guess who's the culprit?? I have a gut feeling that it's me!! Although the rest said that it's a shared effort in causing the spilling of one cup of medium coke in guohong's car. Seriously, thank God for shared effort in cleaning up and the patience and even-temper of guohong. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some sparkles and we recaptured our childhood by playing with them. I guess the person who enjoyed it most was, Terence. I meant Terence and not cousin Terence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, having convoys after the fireworks in order to head for supper. Of course, there was some losing sight of each other and having to meet up at a familiar spot. I enjoyed being a passenger especially when it was accompanied with the Jazz music by Norah Jones. The Jazzy feel and the scenic routes made my night cosy and warm. Nevertheless, both guohong and kaishen are good drivers. Thank God for the two of them being our chauffeurs, else this whole gathering would not even be convenient or possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more details can refer to Kaishen's blog: http://www.kaishen.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Photos were grabbed from kaishen's blog*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simply a good night of ushering the new year and getting to know each other better. :) Thanks guys for your companionship and the fun and laughter injected into this 1st day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look forward to a great year, 2007!! Somehow, I believe that it's going to be a wonderful one where when we look back at the end of 2007, we will be greatly in awe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-1382828910357092703?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/1382828910357092703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=1382828910357092703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1382828910357092703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/1382828910357092703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/01/ushering-new-year-2007.html' title='Ushering the new year---&gt; 2007!!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RZuxgiJn4II/AAAAAAAAABw/qaQ-hcap9FU/s72-c/DSC05679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-5050768941397095879</id><published>2006-12-28T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:41.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arise and Shine!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RZOM1Fvg95I/AAAAAAAAABk/xD8cEFBCx2g/s1600-h/SP_A0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013505653895919506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RZOM1Fvg95I/AAAAAAAAABk/xD8cEFBCx2g/s200/SP_A0246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Below is a poem that Leonard sent me via msn. It really speaks and act as a double confirmation to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,&lt;br /&gt;talented and fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your playing small does not serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;We are all meant to shine, as children do.&lt;br /&gt;We were born to make manifest the&lt;br /&gt;glory of God that is within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give&lt;br /&gt;other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence&lt;br /&gt;automatically liberates others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this poem, this verse from the bible came to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Arise, shine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For your light has come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And the glory of the LORD is risen upon you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~Isaiah 60:1~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-5050768941397095879?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/5050768941397095879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=5050768941397095879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/5050768941397095879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/5050768941397095879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/12/let-your-light-shine.html' title='Arise and Shine!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RZOM1Fvg95I/AAAAAAAAABk/xD8cEFBCx2g/s72-c/SP_A0246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-885195255377215471</id><published>2006-12-21T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:42.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RYohoFvg93I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NwQPciYEEtw/s1600-h/cumberland%20shell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010854508023052146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RYohoFvg93I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NwQPciYEEtw/s200/cumberland%2520shell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ever been to places where sweet memories were created?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juz did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it's just only a few hours, memories were created.&lt;br /&gt;it was a moment full of fun and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;it was a moment where I got to see a different side of you.&lt;br /&gt;it was just a simple and wonderful moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, as I am there once again,&lt;br /&gt;the layout of the place is already different.&lt;br /&gt;also, the sweet feeling in my heart had faded away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time can never standstill...&lt;br /&gt;the same sweet and touching atmosphere will never re-enact....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physically, the place and people may be different&lt;br /&gt;emotionally, the feelings may be different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the one thing that will never change is the memory of that moment. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-885195255377215471?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/885195255377215471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=885195255377215471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/885195255377215471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/885195255377215471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/12/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RYohoFvg93I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NwQPciYEEtw/s72-c/cumberland%2520shell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-4975532509644347463</id><published>2006-12-14T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:42.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RYFepjSrrbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QkQ8jROCxOo/s1600-h/SP_A0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008388328553950642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RYFepjSrrbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QkQ8jROCxOo/s200/SP_A0237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonder what i've been doing these days when i'm free? I've been playing with this little toy car. Heee :) Bought it last thurs when I was at Mustaffa playing with toys after my supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car is of course not as cute as Weisiang's one, which I was fascinated by when he 1st brought it for service. However, I think it's pretty cool. It has headlights which his car doesn't have. Of course it really projects light when it moves. Sounds like a real car rite?? :P I like such cars, very jeep-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad that i've got this new toy to accompany me. Told him that if i've got the chance, I will want to race with his. Actually, I think mine will outrun his. However, given his skills I think I may lose. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from my friend that they do have race tracks somewhere near Sim Lim. Maybe I will go check it out one day.:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-4975532509644347463?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4975532509644347463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=4975532509644347463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4975532509644347463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4975532509644347463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-toy.html' title='New Toy!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lzhGi9hhk4/RYFepjSrrbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QkQ8jROCxOo/s72-c/SP_A0237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-4705227039877643433</id><published>2006-12-13T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T03:26:47.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday with Cheryl :P</title><content type='html'>For the past months, i've been having serious acne outbreaks. It may have been agitated by the facial and the products. Hence, I've decided to stop going for facials. It's pretty strange seriously how I decided it's time to go to a skin dermatologist instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, I went to see my family doctor due to a severe throat infection. Actually there are three doctors in that particular clinic. It was so coincidental that I saw this doctor whom I usually don't get to see. He was so affected by my face that he told me that he's going to prescribe Differin for me. Of course, I have been faithfully using it hoping that acne will go away. Apparently, outbreaks were more often. Researched on the net and realised that for the start it will be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I attended the workplan and staff development seminar, my colleagues started asking me if i've visited the dermatologist. They recommended three different ones. One is my previous dermatologist, one is unheard of and the other is a reknown one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like it's God prompting that I should do something about my face. That's because i've been whining to Him. Telling Him how inconfident i'm feeling and having a low self-esteem. I didn't want the devil to have a foothold on me anymore so I've decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I tried to make appointments but two were outstationed, so I ended up going to Joyce Lim (the reknown one). Finally I went and it was so EXPENSIVE!! Cost me 277 bucks. Felt a real pinch. If I had waited, it probably won't be that ex but I just couldn't. I felt so affected by the acne. Dread them so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that it will take 6 mths before all is healed and i'm going to be on antibiotics for at least 6 mths. This antibiotic makes me hungry easily so can only hope that I don't end up putting more weight. In addition, my skin is going to be red and peeling for the time being. What an ugly sight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really need prayers for less redness and speedy recovery. Also hope that the next visit will be cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I really want to thank God for my CG members who have encouraged me after the prayer meeting on tuesday. Overall, the meeting was really good. I felt so recharged and that I could pray even longer than what I did. Seriously thank God for such an opportunity to be present for the prayer meeting as I've been missing them since I started work. Felt so deprived for so long!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-4705227039877643433?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4705227039877643433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=4705227039877643433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4705227039877643433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4705227039877643433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/12/tuesday-with-cheryl-p.html' title='Tuesday with Cheryl :P'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-691551072419060224</id><published>2006-11-24T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:03:55.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advance Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5830/3924/1600/535655/cherbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5830/3924/400/66198/cherbday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this from Kaishen's blog. Thanks so much for compiling them. :) It's really a creative way of putting them together as a collage. Where's my princess crown? :P I figured that it's tough to place it in, because my head is partially cut off. I guess I shall just visualize an invisible crown. :P Afterall, I know that i'm God's princess. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E198 celebrated my birthday yesterday. However, I was not surprised. Matthew called to warn me about the games and to wish me 'Happy Birthday' in advance as he will be in Hong Kong together with Geraldine this sunday. Later on, I also saw the cake which makes it so obvious. I wonder why is it that every year a brother will always let the cat out of the bag and I ended up not being surprised. :( *But...but... but... I love surprises*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games were not a problem for me as I'm observant enough. :P The card made by Leonard is really beautiful and I love it so much. Thanks Leonard, for I know that it's a sacrifice you've made in the midst of your exams. I'm touched!! Last but not least, thanks to all who made the celebration possible. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-691551072419060224?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/691551072419060224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=691551072419060224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/691551072419060224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/691551072419060224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/11/advance-birthday-celebration.html' title='Advance Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-2132404752607380668</id><published>2006-11-18T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:31:35.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visualising the overflow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5830/3924/1600/747632/108373~Close-View-of-Coffee-Being-Poured-into-a-Glass-Cup-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5830/3924/200/143358/108373%7EClose-View-of-Coffee-Being-Poured-into-a-Glass-Cup-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5830/3924/1600/730149/108373~Close-View-of-Coffee-Being-Poured-into-a-Glass-Cup-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Psalm 23:5-6*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-2132404752607380668?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2132404752607380668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=2132404752607380668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2132404752607380668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/2132404752607380668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/11/overflowing.html' title='Visualising the overflow'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-7922292759285677980</id><published>2006-11-18T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:59:05.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary for the day</title><content type='html'>Finally, the Pri 1 orientation is over. It stretched from morning till noon and I felt so exhausted from running about. I was even scolded by one angry parent who got so fedup with the way the whole presentation was planned in the hall. It was not even my fault but I just kept quiet and only kept saying i'm sorry as I led him up to the classroom to complete the registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues felt sorry for me but I'm thankful that it's all over. This matter makes me wonder why is it that husband is often the one who flare up while the wife will quietly walk behind the guy and show a sorry look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and slept through the whole afternoon from 1pm till 4++pm until beverly called to jio me for a jog at east coast. At the end, we still didn't go. :P Guess, it's really the best rest i've ever have this past week. Thank God for the peaceful sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching my anime, I don't know why but I was reminded of the things that have been happening over these past weeks. I felt so painful!! Couldn't help but start to tear and felt the need to be in the presence of God. Picked up my guitar and started worshipping. Felt that it's a period where my love tank is so empty and am walking through the valley where one breakthrough comes, a breakdown will follow. Hopefully, the breakdown will end here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the going gets tough, I will become tougher!!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7922292759285677980?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7922292759285677980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7922292759285677980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7922292759285677980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7922292759285677980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/11/diary-for-day.html' title='Diary for the day'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-7255282817726702847</id><published>2006-11-17T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:36:27.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5830/3924/1600/959578/everyday-smiley-face_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5830/3924/200/299142/everyday-smiley-face_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously want to thank God for people he had placed in my life to encourage me. Received a surprise sms from a friend today and was really touched and encouraged by the words of edification and prayers. Guess lately I haven't been smiling much thats why people are affected too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, the basketball game gave me a boost of energy and made me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I've received news about something which has been burdening me for the past weeks is solved. No longer do I have to feel afraid and burdened anymore. Really want to thank God for putting responsible and creative people in my life to handle the situation which made so many of us so worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've felt really tired these past weeks but I've been pressing on. Times I do wonder why such things have to happen. Yet, have to trust that God is walking together with me and i'm not alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed, there is a breakthrough!! &lt;-- Kaishen, now the break is "through"!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been climbing and finally reaching the peak of my mountain. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hallelujah!! Give God all the Glory and Praise!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For You are my lamp, O Lord; The Lord shall enlighten my darkness. For by You I can run against a troop; By my God I can leap over a wall. As for God, His way is perfect; The word of the Lord is proven; He is a shield to all who trust in Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*2 Samuel 22: 29 -31*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7255282817726702847?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7255282817726702847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7255282817726702847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7255282817726702847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7255282817726702847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/11/smiley.html' title='Smiley'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-8087384226723448546</id><published>2006-11-17T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:53:38.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball *hootz*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5830/3924/1600/772910/basketball1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5830/3924/200/585224/basketball1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurray!!! I'm just feeling so high and happy today. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been ages that I get to be home at such a timing. Of course, it also meant that I've a lack of sleep. Cell group ended quite late yesterday so I stayed up last night till 3am to complete some stuff for my pupils and woke up at 6.30am today. I tell you, the alarm rang so long before I dragged myself out of bed. I'm dog tired!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW, I feel so happy!!! Guess why??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha....I had two games of basketball with some of my colleagues but we played only half court. Thank God that one colleague lent me his oversized T-shirt so that I could join them. It was quite a scene. Four of us ladies were all bare footed, wore oversized T-shirt and skirt to play basketball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've enjoyed myself but I'm suffering!! I had to bear with the pain on my big toes and walk home with my heels. I've got blisters on them due to the abrasion against the sandy floor. Hope they heel soon. OUCH!! It hurts alot when i'm walking. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-8087384226723448546?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8087384226723448546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=8087384226723448546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8087384226723448546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/8087384226723448546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/11/basketball-hootz.html' title='Basketball *hootz*'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-4587026427677126883</id><published>2006-11-15T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:41:39.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5830/3924/1600/bloodroot-give-thanks-2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5830/3924/1600/bloodroot-give-thanks-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5830/3924/320/bloodroot-give-thanks-2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last friday, my fossil watch stopped functioning. Then yesterday morning, the necklace which my kor gave me snapped. Both accessories are precious to me as they are both given to me by people dear to me. My heart pains when such things happens. Also, I kinda feel wierd when I don't wear them daily,especially my watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you I felt totally horrible that I even told my colleague about things breaking down lately. But she said "old things don't go, new things won't come". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's so right!! Mum offered to get me a new necklace to replace the broken one. Yet, to me those are irreplaceable. I guess i'm just too sentimental. She also offered to change the battery for me this weekend as she will be going down to orchard with her siblings. What more can I say? I should thank God for such a sweet mum!! However, I've already asked her not to buy me the necklace as I could do it myself. As for the watch, I guess I may need her help as I haven't got time to go down to Pacific Plaza these days and I can't survive without my watch, I ended up looking at my empty wrist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all things, give thanks to the Lord!! Big or small, bad or good...God's mercy endureths forever. He's good all the time, you will be amazed by how God can change situations around. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-4587026427677126883?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/4587026427677126883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=4587026427677126883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4587026427677126883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/4587026427677126883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/11/give-thanks.html' title='Give Thanks'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-3007573366696538027</id><published>2006-11-15T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:39:36.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attracted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5830/3924/1600/goong01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5830/3924/200/goong01.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These bears are so awfully cute!!! :P &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went online to search and found out that they are found in Jeju Teddy Bear Museum. Here's the link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teddybearmuseum.co.kr/newteddy/"&gt;http://www.teddybearmuseum.co.kr/newteddy/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually they have other teddy bear museums around the world, but simply not Singapore. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, Yanpeng told me that they are made in China. Hmm...they are priceless as exhibits in the museum,yet their production cost is so low. How about making my own bear?? Maybe one day it will be priceless too. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I think they are cute because they are being dressed up as characters in the show 'Goong'. So maybe after owning one it won't be that captivating anymore. :P Actually I think that the bear that belongs to Shin is cuter. It looks so cute when it portrays the character and emotions of Shin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess it's just a passing wave for me. :P But those bears looks so romantic in the picture. Hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-3007573366696538027?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/3007573366696538027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=3007573366696538027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3007573366696538027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/3007573366696538027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/11/attracted.html' title='Attracted'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-7792565880873872701</id><published>2006-11-14T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:42:45.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5830/3924/1600/ancient%20trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5830/3924/200/ancient%20trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm feeling kinda down today. I guess I'm affected by the fact that the term is coming to an end this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my girl is flying off to Taiwan tomorrow morning, so I spent some time to make her a little card and drop her a little note this afternoon. She's my latest addition to the class and although I've only taught her for about less than two months, I really would miss her. Remembered our first meeting, where she looked so shy and afraid. Now, she has changed so much and found her sense of belonging in this class. Academically, she did well too. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, she gave me a gift and it was then that I realised that she's a christian too. That gift was a windchime and it has the word 'Jesus is Our Peace' engraved on it. It was a word in my season. It also produces a very nice sound compared to the other windchimes I had. I am so touched by how God uses different people to touch my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so amazed by what they all did today. They also presented their cards to her and she was so moved. Actually, it's really going to be tough on them as next year they will all be streamed into different classes. I could sense their sadness and I too feel sad that they will not be under my care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times when they attempt their work, I would sit by my table and stare at each and every individual one of them. I also ponder what they will become when they grow up. But what touched my heart as I stared at them was the simplicity of their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, my walk is tough but yet it's these little ones who kept me smiling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-7792565880873872701?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7792565880873872701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=7792565880873872701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7792565880873872701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/7792565880873872701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/11/disturbed.html' title='Disturbed'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-116333412275128810</id><published>2006-11-13T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:43:17.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/summer%20memories.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/200/summer%20memories.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solitude is the exact atmosphere right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where fond memories kept flashing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Makes me wonder and ponder.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Keeping the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; walking away.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-116333412275128810?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/116333412275128810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=116333412275128810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/116333412275128810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/116333412275128810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/11/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-116166222933156804</id><published>2006-09-10T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:45:58.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Casual CG - Imperial Feast &amp; Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday Preparations:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/5b87.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We used Ameilia's room to prepare a SURPRISE for Jean and Anna. Here's Ris helping out with the heart shape. :) Thanks Ris!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/2dbf.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lijun(our birthday IC-A great one!!) and I helping Ris to do the touching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/315c.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Weisiang was suppose to write Anna's card. Then he laid down on the floor and started writing with this pose. Lijun and I felt that he looks like a little boy. So we asked Weisiang to pose properly and took a few shots of different angle. Then I told him I will post it on my blog. Maybe this is the best one because it was the only photo that Jiawei posted on our egroup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this card was made by me. I named it rainbow. However, it was not the initial design i have. The funny thing was that when everyone was asked to write the card, they all squeezed into this same corner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/ce84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/ce84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imperial Feast:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/90bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/90bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/8840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/8840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm..actually i think there's one missing group.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/a7c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/a7c0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guy who is posing is our Chef for the nite, Kaishen!!! :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seems like too many guys are posing....so make a guess!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/868a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/868a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Feast was about to Begin..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/b5a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/b5a7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone was eating happily and..VERY FAST :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/5273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/5273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEE!! My group was already resting.. Actually we were quite lucky. We managed to skip a dish but it was the best dish of the nite though..-&gt; BBQ honey roasted chicken!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/a62e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/a62e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That explains why we emerged the Winner!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually the feast was really nice. We had good food and fun too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/525b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/525b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucky Draws:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First up was Guohong... i can't remember what he got..mayb a choc??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/483d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/483d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/483d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's Liyan..I think he gave up the radio..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/33cc.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/33cc.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Geraldine got a toilet brush..juz nice for her new home..coz matthew and her are getting married. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of us got an item..so not so bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/58ea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday Celebration:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were trying to get Jean and Anna into the room. They reaped what they sowed..heheh:p&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/56b1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They finally got into position and about to take off their blindfolds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/63a5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were really surprised!!! With What?? Here you go...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/32ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beautiful right? There was background music playing in the background too. This is often what girls would like.. Or might as well say me..It's ultra romantic sort. :p Actually lijun and I were commenting that it seemed like a proposal more than a birthday celebration and we told some of the brothers about it. hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/1e07.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The final pose before we cleared up our creation. Saw the balloons..Weisiang and I blew them. He tried really hard. Thanks Bro, for being sporting. Blowing them reminded me of my childhood. Nevertheless, thanks to all who made this celebration possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;t but not least- Group Photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/400/b853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/400/8b4f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our Signature- emerged from Matthew:P...now we nv fail to take a candid shot like tt:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-116166222933156804?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/116166222933156804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=116166222933156804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/116166222933156804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/116166222933156804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/09/3rd-casual-cg-imperial-feast-birthday.html' title='3rd Casual CG - Imperial Feast &amp; Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-116166086159383551</id><published>2006-08-28T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:46:19.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/ae2c.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/400/ae2c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/ae2c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This group photo was taken during Anna's baptism. It was a great time of rejoicing for her. She took a great step of faith and i believe that God's going to reveal more of Himself in her life. Way to go, ANNA!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-116166086159383551?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/116166086159383551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=116166086159383551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/116166086159383551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/116166086159383551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/08/annas-baptism.html' title='Anna&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-115669773173640528</id><published>2006-08-28T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:23:34.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Casual CG - Chalet (Aloha Changi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had our 2nd Casual CG at Aloha Changi on 25th Sept'06. :P Had lotsa fun!!! Be it for the rackey or the preparation. :P But a big 'thank you' to Anna who put in all her heart and soul for most of the preparation for that big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/CIMG1409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/CIMG1409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those are our chefs...Specifically Matthew and Morgan..I merely bbqed some satays. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/CIMG1408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/CIMG1408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's our forever smiley Liyan and our bubbly Cindy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/CIMG1407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's Leonard, Lijun and Rirong. The musically talented ones.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having some food, we definitely need some games. Here are the different groups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/CIMG1421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Sis Shaun's Group*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/CIMG1423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Lijun's Group*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/CIMG1425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Liyan's Group aka our winning team*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/CIMG1426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Terence's Group*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/CIMG1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/CIMG1427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't ask me why i'm right in front. Usually i've a tendency to hide behind because of my chubby face but this time round got no choice. I slided in front before the camera took the shot. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/CIMG1428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one i've got time to adjust myself. Heee... Last but not least, it's a beautiful and yummy cake brought by Matthew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/CIMG1430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-115669773173640528?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115669773173640528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=115669773173640528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115669773173640528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115669773173640528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/08/2nd-casual-cg-chalet-aloha-changi.html' title='2nd Casual CG - Chalet (Aloha Changi)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-115744066292830157</id><published>2006-08-26T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:23:34.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/National%20Day"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/400/National%20Day%2706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A photo taken during our church anniversary.  We had a good lunch after that. :) I believe that E198 will grow to be more united and be full of love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-115744066292830157?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115744066292830157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=115744066292830157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115744066292830157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115744066292830157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/08/church-anniversary.html' title='Church Anniversary'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-115669601492088422</id><published>2006-08-24T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:23:34.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a blessed &amp; happy day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/Picture(145).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/200/Picture%28145%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was on course yesterday so everything ended early and I met up with a friend of about 10 years. It was really a good catching up after 3 months of busyness and unable to find a common slot to meet up. We went to Sim Lim for a while and had some fun there playing with the gadgets. Later on, he decided that he wants to catch a movie so we headed for cineleisure. We initially wanted to catch the show 'Love Wretched' but arriving there we realised that it was not available for screening yet. So he suggested watching 'The Devil Wears Prada' and he was walking ahead of me wanting to purchase the tickets. However, to my surprise a guy asked if i wanted free ticket and he gave me one complimentary ticket. So i called out to him and the guy saw him, so he gave me another one. Then, he disappeared before i could say 'Thanks'. I was totally caught off guard and lost of words. It was simply a great blessing!!  After the show, we went for dinner at East Coast. Although the owner had changed, the japanese food was not too bad. Oh yah, he paid for my dinner. Another blessing!! God's good!! We had a good time and in fact quality time too. Thank God for time like this where we could catch up. I tend to appreciate such time more. Especially ever since i grow older, where i've got lesser time and where all of us have moved on to different stages of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-115669601492088422?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115669601492088422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=115669601492088422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115669601492088422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115669601492088422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-blessed-happy-day.html' title='What a blessed &amp; happy day!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-115669479678254984</id><published>2006-08-23T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:23:34.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/Picture(119).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/200/Picture%28119%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on course today. However, i was so ultra bored with the rate everything was going that I began to play with the owl on the table and start making it pose with the book and take photos of it. My group was 'Wisdom', which explains why we had an owl as a softtoy. The book it's holding was actually an inspirational book for us but what attracted me more was the apple bookmark hanging there. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-115669479678254984?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115669479678254984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=115669479678254984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115669479678254984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115669479678254984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/08/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-115744023319039135</id><published>2006-08-20T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:23:34.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting my foot on a yacht :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woo Hoo!!! Last Sunday, while waiting for Anna, Matthew brought us onto a yacht. Although it was stationary, it was a good first time experience for me. I've been onto cruises but never on a yacht. I enjoyed the exposure and of course the breeze. :P Below are just some pictures that Kaishen snapped with his K750i. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/Weisiang%20and%20Matthew.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*Weisiang &amp; Matthew*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/DSC02028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Matthew &amp; Me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/DSC02039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;* Me &amp;amp; Jean*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-115744023319039135?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115744023319039135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=115744023319039135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115744023319039135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115744023319039135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/08/putting-my-foot-on-yacht.html' title='Putting my foot on a yacht :)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-115669364159229325</id><published>2006-08-19T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:47:27.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessert again :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/Picture(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/200/Picture%284%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We headed for a late dinner after having out book signed by Dr A R Bernard. The queue for the autograph was so long but it's all worth it!!! :) This time round we had Anna, Nicole and Morgan joining us. We ordered the same dessert but it's presented to us in a different way - in a watermelon. :P This time round we finished everything!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/Picture(45).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-115669364159229325?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115669364159229325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=115669364159229325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115669364159229325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115669364159229325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/08/dessert-again.html' title='Dessert again :)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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-32151238.post-115547530166975935</id><published>2006-08-12T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:48:04.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Dessert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/Picture(166).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/200/Picture%28166%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Lijun, Terence, Rirong and I went to bedok market for dinner after the service. We had a satisfying meal. However, what really amazed us was this huge mixed fruit cocktail. Hee ;) Terence and Rirong had a hard time trying to finish it!!! But we had fun eating it! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-115547530166975935?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115547530166975935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=115547530166975935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115547530166975935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115547530166975935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/08/our-dessert.html' title='Our Dessert'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-115502008254793349</id><published>2006-08-08T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:23:33.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Frisbee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/Frisbee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/Frisbee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Had a game of ultimate frisbee before heading home today. It was really fun. But really have to improve on my forehand stroke. Playing for a tournament on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th Sept'06&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-115502008254793349?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115502008254793349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=115502008254793349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115502008254793349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115502008254793349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/08/ultimate-frisbee.html' title='Ultimate Frisbee!!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32151238.post-115487625666387366</id><published>2006-08-05T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:23:33.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Casual CG (28th Jul'06)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/CIMG1347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/320/CIMG1347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our first casual CG ever since the merging of E198 and E298.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue:&lt;/strong&gt; Civil Service Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Activity:&lt;/strong&gt; Shi Zhi Lu Kou &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/CIMG1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/200/CIMG1346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Game Masters*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/CIMG1310.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/200/CIMG1310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Briefing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/200/CIMG1333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*My group*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/CIMG1335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/200/CIMG1335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Sisters*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/1600/CIMG1334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7005/748/200/CIMG1334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Brothers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We form E198!!! Woo...Hoo!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32151238-115487625666387366?l=cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115487625666387366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32151238&amp;postID=115487625666387366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115487625666387366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32151238/posts/default/115487625666387366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheryl-beatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/08/1st-casual-cg-28th-jul06.html' title='1st Casual CG (28th Jul&apos;06)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01075519076492631726</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
