<?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-6069159832331949532</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:42:20.659+08:00</updated><category term='script'/><category term='Office Event'/><category term='design'/><category term='sharing'/><category term='designer&apos;s work'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Floriography</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-1898836362594124155</id><published>2011-05-25T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T10:32:45.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction - Poor vs Rich</title><content type='html'>This morning while I was preparing myself to work, I thought of what to eat for breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;Keep thinking and thinking. The options are limited to me. Nothing excite me.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of something that can satisfy me. With great taste, enjoyable moments &amp; etc...&lt;br /&gt;None fit in the list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been not feeling satisfied for few days. &lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot. Finish this, not satisfy. &lt;br /&gt;While walking, all my mind was what's next? what to fill my desire, what can satisfy my taste bud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to the breakfast idea, i realize that what daniel told me is true.&lt;br /&gt;He said he actually don't mind what he's eating, but the person he has the meal with is important.&lt;br /&gt;Food is just to fill our tummy so that we'll not feel hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God rebuke me while I'm thinking about all these. &lt;br /&gt;How can you find perfection in this imperfect world? &lt;br /&gt;It's just lead you to endless desire that can never be fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to eat some much? Do you need to waste so much money? What do you get from these? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm not satisfy. That's why this morning i think about the same thing. What to eat so that i feel satisfy...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Learn to give thanks my lovely daughter", God said. &lt;br /&gt;"You are blessed. Not lacking of any supply, even have options to choose from. And you are not satisfied?!"&lt;br /&gt;Think about those who have no food supply. They eat sand, roots, rubbish. They beg for food... And yet you, so blessed and not satisfied?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to give thanks. Only through thanks giving, you'll feel satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;You see what you have instead of what you do not have. And sometimes it's good if you don't have them.&lt;br /&gt;By grace, God leads me to the ultimate satisfaction. I'm now contained. Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the Lord &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a thanks giving heart, &lt;br /&gt;"No wonder sometimes rich people keep feeling poor while poor people can feel rich inside"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-1898836362594124155?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/1898836362594124155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=1898836362594124155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/1898836362594124155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/1898836362594124155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2011/05/satisfaction-poor-vs-rich.html' title='Satisfaction - Poor vs Rich'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-289828124661584419</id><published>2011-05-18T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:05:33.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>According to their kinds</title><content type='html'>I'm very very blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I thank God for using bro Hon Vui as a encouragement to bring me to the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I thank God that even though I'm a little halfhearted towards the role I play in the game committee, He did not blame me but taught me a lesson. I was feeling very impressed and touched by the brothers &amp;amp; sisters who put all their hearts into making this camp possible. There're so much to do to mobilize people. From the registration, activity planning, coordination and arrangements, meetings and many sleepless night of hard work. These are not the toughest things. The toughest one for me, is, being steady &amp;amp; calm all the time. There can be complains, disagreement, doubts &amp;amp; stress accumulated since the beginning of the project. It's easier to respond by blaming people not appreciating the efforts from the team than to accommodate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a team of people tolerating, being understanding, submissive, cooperating in situation where everyone seems to have a better solution to suggest at the very moment when your 6 months plan are challenged/questioned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed by how everyone in the team cares about the plan, the core of the activity and even being supportive to the leadership. These supports are not purely agreeing what the leader said &amp;amp; ignoring the situation faced. These supports are from their heart trying to suggest the best solution. Helping the team to stay in focus, come out with a better solution on the very situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believe that this is a camp from God. God is using everyone of us, as camper, camp committee, supporting members and new friends... and etc. God is using us to make the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the devotion few days before the camp, the Lord spoke to me about the body of Christ (the Church). &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Corinthians+12%3A14-26" target="_blank"&gt;1 Corinthians 12:14-26 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us in the camp is important. The planning, the committee are important. The transport arrangement, the food arrangement, the schedule planner, the worship team, the preacher, the camp members (with different characteristic &amp;amp; background, from different language speaking culture, different stage of life, different age group, different interest... and etc.) Yet they come together, making the camp lively. Full of variety &amp;amp; joy. I guess this is why God created the earth with all living things to be "according to their kinds".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One man show" is not hard. But team work is difficult. With different strength and uniqueness, the chair person has to be able to identify the best of each character and use them mightily to the benefits of others instead of "mine". Not according to a narrow view of "my way", but seeing a bigger picture of composing the "our way" or better to say, "God's way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God long to see us joyfully recognizing the "yet to revealed superpower" in us. No one is rejected or condemned of being not able. Instead, everyone is needed, entrusted to work as a team to perform their best, staying focus, humble &amp;amp; respecting others, seeing others higher than ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fellowship that share joy and love in God just make me so satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Words is too limited to describe the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Money can never buy these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ very precious memory 15-18 May 2011 ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-289828124661584419?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/289828124661584419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=289828124661584419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/289828124661584419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/289828124661584419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2011/05/according-to-their-kinds.html' title='According to their kinds'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-7777546656502330131</id><published>2011-04-27T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:47:04.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage to Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It took me quite some time to come back for a post again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Many things happened for His reason. God is good. I'll trust in all His reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let's start with a bible verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I praise God for all of His plans in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though I do not know them all, I can only link clues from what God has done in my life in the past 26 years to review some of the puzzle of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am not growing up rich. In fact my family financial situation has make me independent in some financial plan during my teenage time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I start working as a part time sale girl on the age of 15 during year end school holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I buy my own chinese new year clothes with this salary, or with little saving I have to get what I want in those time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have a humble background. So humble to a point that I choose to be moderate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Good things does not belongs to me. I can't afford them. I'm not good at those things." This mentality has haunt me for years. When I was studying my diploma, the financial situation in my family is so bad to a point I can spend RM10 for 1 week (including 3 meals a day). I couldn't pay my tuition fees for 2 semester. I am so hesitate to call home for pocket money when my dad delay bank-in the money to me. I'm overwhelm by the circumstances and surrender to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The negative thoughts has accumulated since teenage. This makes me not being able to accept good things in my life. I reject blessing. I choose to think that poor is not bad at all. I don't need to be rich to live good life. Being self pity, I just refuse to receive or accept any extra blessing that is not of my act. I think that I don't deserve good things. I can't handle them. It just don't fit me....... These thoughts is what I believe God has been trying to remove from my mind since few years back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God uses books to speak to me. He makes me think about it, realize this mentality in me. He rebuked me and reminded me that I shouldn't be a little faith. I shouldn't measure His boundless love &amp;amp; power with my limited ability. Again &amp;amp; again He spoken. This term break, God even bring me training course that motivates me. He brought us good &amp;amp; inspiring speaker who can find positive things in all circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At first I am quite ego. I felt that the speaker is too "hard sale". It just look so fake. I am not really open enough to buy some of the ideas shared in the class. But God is good, He reminded me to pray for a teachable heart before I enter that classroom, yesterday &amp;amp; today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Slowly, with more in depth sharing by the speaker,&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=10150165527700963&amp;amp;id=623845962#%21/pages/JACKSON-NG-TRAINING-SEMINARS/131245200240574" target="_blank"&gt; Jackson Ng&lt;/a&gt;, I start to see the power of believing in yourself. Being convinced in what you say &amp;amp; do, aim high &amp;amp; run after it. I'm really impressed by the way many "evangelist" talk. On the Easter concert presented by &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=625993415&amp;amp;ref=ts" target="_blank"&gt;Raymond Looi&lt;/a&gt;, I see the same confident and assurance in his speech. What makes them believe it so strongly? Why am I not like them? Why am I not being able to act the same like them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I start to have questions........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God is good. His answer is just a prayer away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tonight prayer meeting, we exercise "listening" to God in silence. While we quiet down ourselves, God speak to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I cried. deep down in me, I am assured by His good will in my life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why am I so worry? God has plans for me... and it's all for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I sink in it. think &amp;amp; think.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Recalling a point mentioned in today's training, Jackson said, "it cost you a lot of failure to learn &amp;amp; be expert in the area.... I have with me many scars &amp;amp; bruises to make me who I am today...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They are not special. They are ordinary people. What makes them believe is that they had the experiences. They failed. They know what it's like when you go through the journey. They also pick up the skills along the way of failures. This make them fearless. For they already have nothing to lose. They had lose before.  What they have is stronger courage to climb up in every new failure. They are courageous, brave, daring &amp;amp; confident not because of their believes. But because of the ability to climb up again after the fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thank you Heavenly Father, for through this blog post You make me realize the answer that You've placed around me. Glory to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-7777546656502330131?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/7777546656502330131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=7777546656502330131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/7777546656502330131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/7777546656502330131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2011/04/courage-to-success.html' title='Courage to Success'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-192910654327096858</id><published>2010-07-24T22:17:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:32:14.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll rise up like the eagle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/soaring_eagle1259244924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 295px;" src="http://static.open.salon.com/files/soaring_eagle1259244924.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And as I wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'll rise up like the eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I will soar with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Your Spirit leads me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the power of Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I love to sing worship songs. As it encourages me deep inside my spirit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;One of the song we sang tonight during worship service is "The Power Of Your Love" by Darlene Zschech. It was so familiar to me that in the bible God promised us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Isaiah 40:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I always think that soar like eagle is cool! Must be very strong, dominant, capable as how eagle's characteristics are. Just now when I sang the chorus again and again, I really bite the lyrics and digest it in my heart. And God review to me a new angle of seeing "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;soar like eagle&lt;/span&gt;". A deeper layer of how it's gonna be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;when we entrust our everything unto God's mighty hand&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Eagles always flying high up in the sky with it's powerful &amp;amp; broad wings. Seeing everything from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;, the big picture, extremely keen eyesight.... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;suddenly God makes me realize this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God promise us that when we are in need of help, we have not only hope that can change us from the weak one to the standing firm one God want us to be even greater. He want us to see things that happened around us clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Romans 8:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him,who have been called according to his purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;See it with the eyes Jesus sees. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not &lt;/span&gt;focus on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me, myself &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;, but God's will in benefiting one another for the growth of His kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;He want us to see bigger picture, like google map that sees every connection, high up in the sky. How great it is to know our God has a better way of seeing things? And He count us in, wanting us to see what He sees when we have hope in the Lord. To be excited in His plan and trust in His promises :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Isaiah 40:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Have a blessed weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-192910654327096858?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/192910654327096858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=192910654327096858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/192910654327096858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/192910654327096858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-rise-up-like-eagle.html' title='I&apos;ll rise up like the eagle'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-5458718243002851023</id><published>2010-07-01T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:11:25.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joanne Said: "..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I was so much comforted by a lovely sister in Christ. So dearly God speak to me the truth. Indeed i need to re-examine my intention and my heart when i serve in His kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*sis, hope you don't mind that i quote all your msg into my blog. Want it to be part of my journey in Christ.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;j o a n n e : : says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I remember once a brother shared with me that God will not ask us of favors or return favors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;when we receiving the calling to serve, it us purely our love for God and the longing to spread the good news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;God bless us irregardless of the amount of time we put in. He didn't set a minimum or maximum criteria but that doesnt mean we have the right to take for granted. but it also doesnt mean we have the right to expect good things or blessings in return.... even if something bad happens to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; despite all the things u have done in the name of the Lord, u mustn't think u that you're not doing right. Last 2 weeks, a christian family from muar met a fatal accident. 5 out of the 8 family members died. The wife and 2 children survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Reading that inspired me alot. Despite the sudden tragic things that happened, the wife didnt blame God or ask him why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 10:13 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No test or temptation that comes your way is beyond the course of what others have had to face. All you need to remember is that God will never let you down; he’ll never let you be pushed past your limit; he’ll always be there to help you come through it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Recently i always tell myself that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;when i struggle in life, that is when God is speaking to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;... if i refuse to listen n follow my gut feeling or emotion, that is when the evil spirit is ruling me. we often read abt following His footsteps and to have the Godly virtues. But keep confusing it with the materialistic things in life... and think that that is the way of Gods blessing. God can take something away from us and still bless us, make us suffer and still bless us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;"We are being conditioned to meet Him and our time on earth is only temp while our spirit for Him is eternal..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen for all the points mentioned above. Thank God :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-5458718243002851023?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/5458718243002851023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=5458718243002851023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/5458718243002851023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/5458718243002851023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2010/07/joanne-said.html' title='Joanne Said: &quot;...&quot;'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-8617614803084199789</id><published>2010-06-08T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:24:19.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.</title><content type='html'>I've been very very dry this few months. Dry like a "raisin" i think. This "dryness" in me just makes me not performing. Not really moving forward.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure whether this is common,but i really feel that sometimes i don't really understand about myself much. I can't identify the cause of me being emotionally down. I can't clearly define the source of worries that i had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I thought i've already uphold it to God last sunday."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, worries are very funny things in life. You can let it go for like few hours. The next day morning when you start to think about the unsolved things, it comes back so quickly and wake you up so effectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;FAITH vs RESPONSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a Christ follower, i've been experiencing the greatness of the Creator. I'm nobody and God tell me who I am. I have nothing and God review to me how much I have had. I can't see my future but God promised a good future to me. Sometimes I'll be afraid of being too dependent. Always ask from God but never work. We need to do our part to be responsible for what we want. But the more i plan the lesser i rely on God and i have lesser faith. I based on statistic and facts, my ability and qualification instead of who God is. *faint*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how people get stress i guess. Atleast that how i get stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To distress, I go for my usual way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enter to the room deep inside my heart, being honest to myself, tracing back the small little things that burdened me (i get so used to the burdens until i did not discover that i have burdens on me). The stress i have is so overwhelm that I know i need God badly. I'm sooo dry like a raisin. I need the water of Life. The Word of Life that give me wisdom to carry on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i carry the small bible with me, thinking "the Word that God use to create the heaven and earth can surely show me my way ahead clearly".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+6:25-34&amp;amp;version=NIV" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 6:25-34&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+8&amp;amp;version=NIV" target="_blank"&gt;Psalm8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God spoken. Again and again He speaks to me patiently whenever I'm in need. He never get frustrated. What a great father in heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel nothing when i'm reading the Word (Bible). So i choose to worship God. I choose to praise Him even when I'm weak. I choose to see how Great God is instead of how little i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Psalm 8:4-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;what is man that you are mindful of him,&lt;br /&gt;the son of man that you care for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings&lt;br /&gt;and crowned him with glory and honor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made him ruler over the works of your hands;&lt;br /&gt;you put everything under his feet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to have nothing in God. And not because of what i have done that God leads me this far and added to me so many things. It's because of His greatness that I have all this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a so so student in class and God gave me chance to lead in my career. Give chance to advance my knowledge and skills. I do not need to be who i want to be. I don't need to be as talented as others to do what others can do. God has a purpose for me. He wants me to be who He want me to be, to do what He wants me to do. That no one else can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"So do not feel that you are disable/unable/weak/low confident" God said to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are perfectly who I want you to be. And you'll be more like who you will be day by day, year by year. I'll ready you. So do not look down on yourself or feel that you are nobody. Keep moving on. Do not let the worries and burdens stop you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Matthew 6:26-27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't worry. I'm with you my dear daughter. *God's comfort*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, i'll end this post with a song. The lyrics that God spoken to me last sunday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;In Your presence    That's where I am strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;In Your presence    O Lord my God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;In Your presence    That's where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Seeking Your face    Touching Your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;In the cleft of the Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;In Your presence O God....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audiblefaith.com/pages/sg201665" target="_blank"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/kRCH4ou7IrIaPEdikLuveB9sHgOfF-j8RRS4xXfX2YI_/InYourPresenceOGod.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listen to the song here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-8617614803084199789?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/8617614803084199789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=8617614803084199789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/8617614803084199789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/8617614803084199789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2010/06/therefore-do-not-worry-about-tomorrow.html' title='Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-4171431997373389461</id><published>2009-11-04T17:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:38:09.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Crazy Little Thing called "L O V E"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last Tuesday, I learned a new thing about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Grace of God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It’s great and sufficient for me. And it comes with peace and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is how the story goes, I need go to KL in the early morning (10am is not too early actually :P ) But as a “Bandar Sunway” person, I’m not that familiar with KL. So, I’m happy when I know that I can go together with my colleague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But just the day before, my colleague was sick. So I have to go KL alone. I wonder should I take cab alone to KL, or I should take bus to Kota Raya and then walk to Royale Bintang Hotel for the seminar. I don’t really like taxi because I will be alone in the taxi, feel so insecure. So the safest way for me is to take bus, then go the tough way, walk from Kota Raya to Royale Bintang Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok. Decided. But then… If you know me or my history. I always missed buses. Every time when I’m reaching the bus stop, I saw the bus left. So co-incidentally it happened all the time. *sad* And I afraid that I’ll be late for the seminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The day before the seminar, I decided to tell Daniel about my worries. It’s right to give my bf a chance to participate in things in my life. I believe he would like to share my burden and to be needed. I think guys are born with this “hero” gene :P. Then I told him all my concern. And he has a worry face because he knows he cannot fetch me to KL. From Klang to KL is a crazy journey especially during working hours in the morning, some more he has to reach office by 9.30am every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Look at my 1.5inch high heel, he decided to buy me a pair of comfortable shoes so that I can walk comfortably, taking bus and walking to the hotel. That the best solution he thinks he can came out with. Though I’m tired to go to buy the shoes in such a rush I know that this is what he can offer. Then we got a RM50 shoes from NOSE. Nice one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After this, I solve my walking problem but not the “ON TIME” problem. So I reach home, quiet down myself, nothing I can plan. I decided to lift all my worries to God, the best thing I like, is to stay quietly in God, count my worries and name them one-by-one and uphold them to God. Because I know He can settle all things for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Philippians 4:6-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;By faith, I trust the Lord for everything I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The seminar day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As usual, reach office at 9am, have my breakfast; prepare some name cards, paper and pens steadily. Walk out from the office around 9.10am the bus is just there waiting. I walk very fast over the bridge and just before the bus move I manage to step on it. Wow, it’s just “ON TIME”. And there’s a nice and clean bus, an empty seat just beside a lady. I have great peace and joy in me, full of secure because I know God has make everything in front of my journey right and good. I’m just being joyful and comfortably in my heart waiting to witness God’s promises. Feeling so blessed and so cared by God, deep in my heart, I’m shouting “I love you God, I love you!” Then I took out my small note book, write down all my thoughts I have in the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I start to mind map,”hmm, what makes me think that I love God? And how do I know that He loves me?...” Lots more questions that popping up in my mind makes me think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Then I came out with this conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love is relational. It can’t work if it’s one way giving or one way receiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You need to give yourself a chance to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And give Him a chance to love you. (God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By telling your need/worries/problems, you can give the others a chance to show care to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When the person shows his care on the area you are in need of care, you know it and you felt comforted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then you both can experience Love. Because one is loved when he/she's cared and the other felt loved when he/she is needed and he/she can contribute to the one he/she cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-4171431997373389461?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/4171431997373389461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=4171431997373389461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/4171431997373389461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/4171431997373389461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-little-thing-called-l-o-v-e.html' title='Crazy Little Thing called &quot;L O V E&quot;'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-4233087099050565224</id><published>2009-10-17T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:19:59.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Your Angel  - Celine Dion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;No Mountains too high, for you to climb&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is have some climbing faith, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;No rivers too wide, for you to make it across&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is believe it when you pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you will see, the morning will come&lt;br /&gt;And everyday will be bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;All of your fears cast them on me&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cloud up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shoulder when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll hear your voices when you call me&lt;br /&gt;I am your angel&lt;br /&gt;And when all hope is gone, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far you are, I'm near&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference who you are&lt;br /&gt;I am your angel&lt;br /&gt;I'm your angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the teardrops, and I heard you cry&lt;br /&gt;All you need is time, seek me and you shall find&lt;br /&gt;You have everything and you're still lonely&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be this way, let me show you a better day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you will see, the morning will come&lt;br /&gt;And all of your days will be bright as the sun&lt;br /&gt;So all of your fears, just cast them on me&lt;br /&gt;How can I make you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cloud up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shoulder when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll hear your voices when you call me&lt;br /&gt;I am your angel&lt;br /&gt;And when all hope is gone, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far you are, I'm near&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference who you are&lt;br /&gt;I am your angel&lt;br /&gt;I'm your angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it's time to face the storm&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right by your side&lt;br /&gt;Grace will keep up safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;And I know we will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it seems as if your end is drawing near&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;Just put your trust beyond the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cloud up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shoulder when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll hear your voices when you call me&lt;br /&gt;I am your angel&lt;br /&gt;And when all hope is gone, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far you are, I'm near&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference who you are&lt;br /&gt;I am your angel&lt;br /&gt;I'm your angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cloud up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shoulder when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll hear your voices when you call me&lt;br /&gt;I am your angel&lt;br /&gt;And when all hope is gone, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far you are, I'm near&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference who you are&lt;br /&gt;I am your angel&lt;br /&gt;I'm your angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YKEA6T4egfc"&gt;youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6069159832331949532-4233087099050565224?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/4233087099050565224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=4233087099050565224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/4233087099050565224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/4233087099050565224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-your-angle-celine-dion.html' title='I&apos;m Your Angel  - Celine Dion'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-732010527897814096</id><published>2009-02-23T09:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:38:09.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Choosing The Hard Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;On September 12, 1962, President John F. Kennedy delivered a speech at Rice University in Houston, Texas, about the difficult challenges facing the nation. He also shared his passion for the United States to place a man on the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;In balancing the needs of his people with the desire to conquer space, Kennedy said, "We choose to go to the moon in this decade. We choose to go to the moon and do the other things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;not because they are easy but because they are hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;." The nation responded. Seven years later, Neil Armstrong took a "giant leap for mankind" in July of 1969, by walking on the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*quote from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2009/02/22/devotion.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;Our Daily Bread&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is very true to me at this particular stage of my life. In order to make an impact in the life we live, staying comfortably in the comfort zone doing things safely and slowly, always make sure the things that we do will be accepted generally... all these is not gonna work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Neither Newton, Thomas Edison, John F. Kennedy nor many other great people are steadily staying at their comfort zone and do nothing... They wouldn't be who they are today if they see what others see &amp;amp; doing what others did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Want to make an impact? Be brave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair. —2 Corinthians 4:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-732010527897814096?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/732010527897814096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=732010527897814096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/732010527897814096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/732010527897814096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2009/02/choosing-hard-thing.html' title='Choosing The Hard Thing'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-1336971048013719741</id><published>2009-02-13T18:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:40:29.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script'/><title type='text'>Exercise #02  AS3.0 Cooking Mama study</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peta.org/cooking-mama/index.asp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZVL0tfjCdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OqG1oTCMgHI/s400/cooking_mama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302227505235823058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cooking Mama, The Unauthorized PETA Edition: Mama Kills Animals by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PETA.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jun.ondo.googlepages.com/cut.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZVLgktwtzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/whKxvSdFwuo/s400/cutting_effect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302227159282136882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Floriography's study on how to create cutting effects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a little bit busy today. Therefore, I don't really practise any graphics design. No graphical exercise today, I've ready a scripting exercise today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever heard of &lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/cooking-mama/index.asp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cooking Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (a Nintendo DS game), or even played it before you will be impressed my how cool the cooking experience it is. I remember clearly how I felt when I first introduced by a friend about this game. I can cut things. The experience of cutting is so real! Of course there are also cooking/frying part that I'll be trying next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this exercise done, I'm struggling with the planning &amp;amp; calculation on how to generate the continuous drag &amp;amp; cut effect. Yeah... kind of headache. How I wish if there's script library online that I can straight away grab from other, fortunately unavailable at the moment, or else I'll missed the opportunity to try it out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can play with this small little interaction if you are interested. Click &lt;a href="http://jun.ondo.googlepages.com/cut.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6069159832331949532-1336971048013719741?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/1336971048013719741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=1336971048013719741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/1336971048013719741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/1336971048013719741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2009/02/as30-cooking-mama-study.html' title='Exercise #02  AS3.0 Cooking Mama study'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZVL0tfjCdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OqG1oTCMgHI/s72-c/cooking_mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-7935472867407353278</id><published>2009-02-13T10:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:43:59.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>Learning From Lincoln</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Without the assistance of the Divine Being who ever attended him, I cannot succeed. With that assistance I cannot fail."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ~ Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to learn more about this?&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2009/02/12/devotion.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for English &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.rbcintl.org/odb/gb-odbtxt.php?date_id=20090212&amp;amp;lang=gb"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for Chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-7935472867407353278?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/7935472867407353278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=7935472867407353278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/7935472867407353278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/7935472867407353278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2009/02/learning-from-lincoln.html' title='Learning From Lincoln'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-2770457560240110943</id><published>2009-02-12T11:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:41:29.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>Exercise #01</title><content type='html'>Yup! I've my planned implemented.&lt;br /&gt;To kick start this exercise, I got to find inspiration or things that I want to express. Yesterday night I'm still thinking of what to do... But this morning when I wake up, I think I know what to do. Here you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZOckPrnNYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OPkebpataKc/s1600-h/exercise1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZOckPrnNYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OPkebpataKc/s400/exercise1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301753332843885954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hand drawn &amp;amp; coloured by me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZOcpzlNcHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JuTKQmpe084/s1600-h/colourpallete.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZOcpzlNcHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JuTKQmpe084/s400/colourpallete.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301753428380053618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the colour palette I use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, from the illustration piece you roughly can get what it means I guess. Haih...&lt;br /&gt;This is what I see in the mirror. I'm not sure what cause this small little patch of&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;red dots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(small pimples I guess) grow on my face. I wonder it's because of my sickness earlier on, I ate some antibiotic or the chinese herbal tea plus herbal powder or the pillow case I'm using is dirty or I'm suddenly allergic to my toner &amp;amp; moisturizer or I've ate too much biscuits during chinese new year that cause all these heaty syndrome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm so scare when I see my face turns out like that. No.... I'm worry and wanted to cry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"God will heal me. By faith when I uphold things that I care unto His mighty hand. With His grace and mercy I will be healed!" I proclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time many action plans appears in my mind: go to see Skin Specialist? go to facial center? MC today? remove my make up right now? (I'm still putting on make up with extra thick layer on the red dots area... oh gosh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a challenge. You normally wouldn't give thank if you are born healthy &amp;amp; normal. But you will ask WHY when things doesn't goes right. How do you know which is the originally right &amp;amp; which is the originally wrong? Is born healthy a must or is born healthy a miracle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord... I confess that I was taking things for granted most of the time. Now I know how it feels when things goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that after a while that red dots area is no longer in flame. But the texture of emboss effect is still there  = =|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn something from a book yesterday night. It says that if you want to get healed from the situation now. Healed from relationship, brokenness, sickness and so on, you need to look in front. Do not dwell in the hurt that you experience. When you are down, people will give you more attention to care you and comfort you so that you can once again stand up and continue the journey of life, but if you enjoy dwelling in it forever, no one has that patient to spend so long time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Therefore, after looking at the mirror and worry for a short while, I draw my attention towards my big eyes. Give thanks to God that He has given me big eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In everytime I should always give thanks for what I have instead a small part of what I don't have. So this is what showed in the illustration above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I draw my eyes big &amp;amp; beautifully. Which part would you choose to see?&lt;br /&gt;My weakness or my strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* if you are bro or sis in Christ, please pray for healing on my face :) thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6069159832331949532-2770457560240110943?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/2770457560240110943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=2770457560240110943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/2770457560240110943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/2770457560240110943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2009/02/exercise-01.html' title='Exercise #01'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZOckPrnNYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OPkebpataKc/s72-c/exercise1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-6518929747475251579</id><published>2009-02-11T15:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:43:03.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designer&apos;s work'/><title type='text'>Pattern Design from Urbanoutfitters.com</title><content type='html'>Recently I planned to start some design exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Wish to test out different design methods everyday as exercise, polish up my skills at the same time express any thoughts I have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been exposed to many beautiful graphics with wonderful colour combination. Looking too much without practise wasn't too good. I think I should start some on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the applied design on some products. Like them a lot. (Click on the picture to link to the product page)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=15823065&amp;amp;startValue=&amp;amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;amp;navCount=&amp;amp;parentid=MORE+IDEAS&amp;amp;color=00&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;cross-sell=true&amp;amp;sortby=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15823065_00_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crowd Pillow by Chris Bettig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp;jsessionid=6398B6E4E1BAD52B44AEF5063EB6A65E.app12-node2?id=15823024&amp;amp;startValue=&amp;amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;amp;navCount=&amp;amp;parentid=MORE+IDEAS&amp;amp;color=00&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;cross-sell=true&amp;amp;sortby=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15823024_00_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boo Pillow by Chris Bettig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;amp;id=15823040" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15823040_00_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birds Pillow by Chris Bettig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6069159832331949532-6518929747475251579?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/6518929747475251579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=6518929747475251579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/6518929747475251579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/6518929747475251579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2009/02/pattern-design-from-urbanoutfitterscom.html' title='Pattern Design from Urbanoutfitters.com'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-797828684063953809</id><published>2009-02-10T13:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:44:36.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>Lay Gin's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZEWahFzC2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vzlwep4kxTQ/s1600-h/n1049554924_298698_5948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZEWahFzC2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vzlwep4kxTQ/s400/n1049554924_298698_5948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301042881206881122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 of February is a big day of most couples. Same goes to my buddy in high school.&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day 2009 she will be having her wedding in Kota Kinabalu, Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday night is her wedding dinner for hometown friends. Most of us travel from Singapore or KL to attend her wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the very 1st big day of the close friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest feeling comes when she show her childhood photos to how she met her husband to be. I was in some of the pictures during our high school graduation trip.(*sob sob*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful dinner night. Enjoy the gathering we had with friends that long time never met. Our teacher that lead us in our high school Concert Band attended the dinner too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really cannot deny that I'm old. hahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much beatiful memories to rewind back &amp;amp; revise. While things keep happening, there are more things to come as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos from the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZEWudPki1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/bZAWo-38LgM/s1600-h/n594109032_1489766_2476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZEWudPki1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/bZAWo-38LgM/s400/n594109032_1489766_2476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301043223771515730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZEXNLhDCrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bXLL3AjxCAQ/s1600-h/n1049554924_298735_8606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZEXNLhDCrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bXLL3AjxCAQ/s400/n1049554924_298735_8606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301043751588924082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZEXkNjHQNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UIAUEoRRvF4/s1600-h/n1049554924_298757_9187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZEXkNjHQNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UIAUEoRRvF4/s400/n1049554924_298757_9187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301044147271450834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-797828684063953809?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/797828684063953809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=797828684063953809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/797828684063953809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/797828684063953809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2009/02/lay-gins-wedding.html' title='Lay Gin&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SZEWahFzC2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vzlwep4kxTQ/s72-c/n1049554924_298698_5948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-7475586602810563632</id><published>2009-02-05T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:44:46.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jun.ondo.googlepages.com/cny09.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SYrJbFQ9ZyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6E-XZSDaOZ0/s400/card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299269378661771042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi... been quiet for sometimes. Thanks keep visiting and reading. First of all I wish everyone of you Happy Chinese New Year (before it ends :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done an e-card in slightly rush time. The interaction is not really smooth and good. But anyway, feel free to play around. Play it &lt;a href="http://jun.ondo.googlepages.com/cny09.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-7475586602810563632?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/7475586602810563632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=7475586602810563632' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/7475586602810563632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/7475586602810563632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SYrJbFQ9ZyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6E-XZSDaOZ0/s72-c/card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-4179494236635407699</id><published>2008-10-30T09:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:44:36.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>Thankful for consequences</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the whole of my life, most of the bad things that I did, always bring consequences. (what's does this means?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's not punishment from stealing, why not? I don't need to bare any responsible from what I did. Since no one sees this.... Maybe this happen to you, right? Me too. Of course "stealing" is just an example of other "wicked thoughts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful. Since I was young, I always get caught when I'm doing something bad, example cheating in primary school test, telling lies... But all fail and it's so troublesome to tell a complete and all rounded lies = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I give up telling lies since then. I have no talent at all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for getting fat easily. Therefore I got to learn how to control my diet most of the time :P &lt;br /&gt;And I have the freedom not to be controlled by delicious food fully....but knowing how to eat and how to say no to "temptation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, consequences cause me stop doing something that's bad for me. So that I will not harm myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for being able to know that I'm wrong sometimes, so that I get to know the correct path. I don't want to live my life till the end but never realize that those mistakes cause me walking my life so grey...or miserable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-4179494236635407699?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/4179494236635407699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=4179494236635407699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/4179494236635407699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/4179494236635407699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/10/thankful-for-consequences.html' title='Thankful for consequences'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-3738286219066989306</id><published>2008-10-24T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:45:02.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>Mamma Mia Fever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SQHnZ-Ti4uI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yqOFqAooXXQ/s1600-h/mamma_mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SQHnZ-Ti4uI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yqOFqAooXXQ/s400/mamma_mia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260740273153172194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pKmFnuKPYic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pKmFnuKPYic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow...can you believe that I heard ABBA's song during my high school time?&lt;br /&gt;Yup...Yup...yup...I know I am somehow not "in". hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;I learn about ABBA when the concert band I joint played a song combine a lot of classical songs from ABBA. From playing the notes of the song I starts to like ABBA's song as I meant memories instead of just classical songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I bought a cassette of ABBA Gold collection back in 2000 I think. Listen all the songs again and again and I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia wasn't that "must watch" to me at the beginning. I've forgotten how it feels, listen to ABBA's songs. But because of so many good comments I go and watched the movie.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only comment is.... Wow...it's awesome. I'm so excited in the cinema listening the songs being sung in different scenes. I control myself not to sing them out. All the scenes and the lyrics just match so well. Love the movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've xxx some of the mp3 before I buy the real album.&lt;br /&gt;Crazily listening to it. &lt;br /&gt;The youtube song is the song that I can't help laughing at it. If you watched the movie and you remember where this song was sang in the movie (the last part where the Rosie wanted to ask for Bill to give her a chance...hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the song.&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-3738286219066989306?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/3738286219066989306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=3738286219066989306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/3738286219066989306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/3738286219066989306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/10/mamma-mia-fever.html' title='Mamma Mia Fever!'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SQHnZ-Ti4uI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yqOFqAooXXQ/s72-c/mamma_mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-8555098657500777372</id><published>2008-10-23T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:45:10.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>9 years kid preaching in FCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am so regret that I missed the opportunity to witness a 9 year old preacher come to FCC for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toraja" target="_blank"&gt;Toraja&lt;/a&gt; Service.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to sister Beatrice sharing her experience of the 2 days service.&lt;br /&gt;God can use a little kid to preach great wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;A lot of times, I do believe that the increasing of age doesn't mean the increase of wisdom we have. Humility is the main attitude we should have in order to continue moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://r41334t.blogspot.com/2008/10/shalom.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you are curious about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSlKKHoBXf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSlKKHoBXf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/6069159832331949532-8555098657500777372?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/8555098657500777372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=8555098657500777372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/8555098657500777372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/8555098657500777372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/10/9-years-kid-preaching-in-fcc.html' title='9 years kid preaching in FCC'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-3310375164871738044</id><published>2008-10-20T18:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:45:20.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>This is how I Overcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kwgroup.com.my/sc/cycling_animation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.kwgroup.com.my/sc/cycling_animation.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SPxj3KSJD5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/aPGGl7dUms8/s1600-h/cycling-in-group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SPxj3KSJD5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/aPGGl7dUms8/s400/cycling-in-group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259188264166297490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, sorry for being quiet for some times. well, I was a clumsy and fat girl before my college time.&lt;br /&gt;If you happened to be my high school friends. You can still see scares on my knee (that time I'm was already 17!) So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me pull the timeline bar slightly earlier. That was 1990's, I was very actively playing marble stones, bottle caps, badminton, hop scotch...with neighbors' kids behind my house. Riding bicycle is one of the activity that I seldom mention as I was bad at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine a primary 3 age girl still cannot ride those bicycle that uses 2 wheels? Yes, I am the little fat girl that time. When I saw everybody having fun riding their bicycle with wind blows on their face, I really wanted to try. I learn to balance but I failed. Maybe that time I was too fat and it's hard to balance that bike. The bike that we had is those typical bike that have a seat for you to fetch people. My 1 year younger brother who is so much smaller in size wanted to fetch me using our bike. I wanted to try, with some doubt but I really sit on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my little brother cannot balance the bike and with my worry and clumsiness, the bike runs too fast and I was left behind. I fell down from the bike as I expected (so stupid). There are many more times that I fell down by my own as well. In conclusion, I have a bit phobia towards riding bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel has suggested many times that we should go riding bicycle together, I normally pretend ok, but no follow up discussions after that. One Sunday morning, not to disappoint Daniel, I had to keep my promise and join his ex-colleagues to go for bicycle riding trip in Bukit Cahaya, Shah Alam. I was told that there's bicycles that allow 2 persons to ride together (don't know why I had an impression I saw this type of bicycle somewhere). So I agree. But later me and Daniel found that everyone have to ride their own bike. It was like a thunder striking on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! That means I have to ride the bike by my own! die lo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, due to face problem, I don't wish to disappoint Daniel and also the friends I go (I was tempted not to go). When we reach Bukit Cahaya, everyone choose the bicycle that they feel comfortable with. Most of them choose those modern and stylish bike that is slightly higher than those "auntie" bike (neh, those got basket in front, looks very old one). I choose those bicycle, adjust the seat to the lowest, make sure my leg can touch the ground, and start riding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, protection and confident is the thing that I prayed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to cause scares on my face. I wear thick jacket to protect myself in case I fall down from the bike. Faith and courage is very important. I can even said that I was very brave that time, riding the bike unsteadily turn left and right. But after few rounds of practise and warm up, it's not that bad as last time. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we starts our journey. Thanks to Leng Eng, Josephine, Boyce, Hoean, Wun Bin, and Daniel for being patient with me. They ride slowly at the beginning so that I can catch up with them. I really scare of going down hill. My hand always holding the break so hard all the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gaining confident with my skills, I start to let go a bit and let them wind blows over my face stronger and stronger. Halleluja! I must be dreaming then. How could it happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding bicycle once again, 14 years later. And this time everything is so different, thank God for protection that I didn't get hurt throughout the 3 hours time of cycling. Tired but joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's really hard for us to overcome phobias in life. But I am thankful for being able to cycling once again. It's still unbelievable to me. But... yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the next cycling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-3310375164871738044?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/3310375164871738044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=3310375164871738044' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/3310375164871738044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/3310375164871738044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-how-i-overcome.html' title='This is how I Overcome!'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SPxj3KSJD5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/aPGGl7dUms8/s72-c/cycling-in-group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-4209048068240904433</id><published>2008-09-16T17:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:46:01.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>Thanks for listening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oops... it has been sometimes for me not blogging here after the song.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, thanks you for listening to the song and dropping messages. I'm the singer for the song. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;It's a light and sweet jazz. I had an vision in my mind (like the image below) when I got the idea of how to complete the song. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SM-IIlptUoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/H0JVKQzRmmw/s400/bld1152912.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246561772037296770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup... this is the right way of listening the music. On your little yellow light, not too bright, have your most relaxing pose, close your eyes and listen to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MR2+ Audition night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last saturday, I went through the audition with my song. My competitors are 12 talented brothers and sisters in Christ. I'm the 9th contestant. Steady and calm outside, panic and "gan jiong" inside. It's the 2nd time for me to sing in front of so many people. Thanks God for the song is nice, and no one has listened to the song before (at least the judges never heard of it before). I sang averagely with stage fright and slightly out of tune :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not much people realize that besides Daniel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Special thanks to my share group members. They prepared a big piece of paper with my name written on it and raise it up when I'm singing. Lovely and touching. Though the result will only be out next saturday night, the most treasurable experience is that there are always friends around me, sharing my stage fright, joy, and tears together (I'm not crying anyway). I give thanks for relationships. Relationships with family, friends, colleagues, of course bf. As all these are valuable but priceless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These relationship doesn't build in one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lots of process and journey in between that form the relationship today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That day heard from my friend a saying,"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Young people enjoy seeing the result; old people enjoy the process...&lt;/span&gt;" It's arguable... I don't think I'm old :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-4209048068240904433?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/4209048068240904433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=4209048068240904433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/4209048068240904433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/4209048068240904433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/09/audition-on-last-saturday.html' title='Thanks for listening...'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SM-IIlptUoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/H0JVKQzRmmw/s72-c/bld1152912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-4093755126347445342</id><published>2008-09-05T09:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:46:18.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SMCSLJf0yjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wfXfKbz_HCY/s1600-h/tree-swaying-storm_~1525R-80339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SMCSLJf0yjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wfXfKbz_HCY/s400/tree-swaying-storm_~1525R-80339.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242350686484875826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the life of trees, one key to survival is having more roots than shoots. In his book &lt;em&gt;Oak: The Frame of Civilization,&lt;/em&gt; author William Bryant Logan says, “If a tree puts on a lot of top growth and few roots, it is liable to be weak-wooded and short-lived. . . . If a tree puts down a great deal of roots and adds shoots more slowly, however, it is liable to be long-lived and more resistant to stress and strain.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People and organizations can be like trees. The rise to prominence is exhilarating, but anything that puts up shoots faster than it puts down roots is fragile and in danger of breaking, falling, or dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2008/09/05/devotion.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;rbc.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-4093755126347445342?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/4093755126347445342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=4093755126347445342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/4093755126347445342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/4093755126347445342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-of-trees.html' title='Trees'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SMCSLJf0yjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wfXfKbz_HCY/s72-c/tree-swaying-storm_~1525R-80339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-3851326905757991785</id><published>2008-09-04T09:49:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:39:30.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Life is just more than words, but song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey, sorry for disappointed you for not updating for long.&lt;br /&gt;Many times thought of want to post what i think and gone through, but maybe think too much, too hard to write down... or maybe lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One after another... i missed some of the records of my life journey.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back. Back from hometown, back from thinking too much, back from laziness, back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did i mentioned i wrote a song during my college time? if not, well... I wrote a song 2004 something, called "&lt;a href="http://junondo.spaces.live.com/blog/cns%2161D034C08DE8584A%21178.entry" target="_blank"&gt;大方的说&lt;/a&gt;". The journey of writing it was recorded in mandarin. Well, after the miraculous experience God gave me. I'm longing for the 2nd chance to write a song. It's like win lottery, you don't really have the property, you experience how great it is to compose a song all by ideas and melody given. People says that I know music theory. I can read but I can't write. I don't have piano and guitar, I have no equipments but God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I prayed for a chance to compose songs that share my experience and glorify His name. Wait and wait, then i got it.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SL9OFBc94lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/F5wgB6X29Ng/s1600-h/DSC08893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SL9OFBc94lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/F5wgB6X29Ng/s400/DSC08893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241994339478790738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I give thanks for every time He provides everything. When I write down my own feeling into lyrics and wait patiently for the melody inspiration from God, I pray like a little girl waiting for father give her a candy. hahaha... (I like to be like a little girl to our heavenly father)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SL9P3JpnzdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ue-tB2r7SYI/s1600-h/BXP45679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SL9P3JpnzdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ue-tB2r7SYI/s400/BXP45679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241996300184440274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I got the melody, it's quite weird. But just like my style, it's oldies. hahaha... Then i think inside my heart. "yerr... why God give me such melody geh?? not nice le" Then melody was left there at a corner of my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After serving God in some areas for a period of time, i start to felt lazy and think, "I think I should give myself a some holiday. Not serving Him for sometimes so that I can enjoy my weekend shopping around and relax." That's what I gone through when I posted &lt;a href="http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/06/planning-decisions.html" target="_blank"&gt;Planning &amp;amp; Decisions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well...gone through some struggle and surrender myself to Him. I overcome many worries and knowing He will guide me. God suddenly let me know that the melody He gave me earlier on is to be arranged into Jazz, like how I felt then, passing all my worries to Him and dwelling in His peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Matthew 11:30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cool! God give me a Jazz song. Wow... I scared that I will forget it. Keep trying and singing it to create a Jazz feeling. When I got the song done, it's time for me to find some expert to arrange the melody into guitar or piano. I am blessed as I manage to find a brother, Ah Seng, who studying Music in Setapak. He's talented and kind. He help me arrange the guitar according to the idea God gave me. Recorded and share with my colleague &lt;a href="http://waikhong.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wai Khong&lt;/a&gt;. I sing badly in the 1st recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know la... haha... I'm not expert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then he said the melody is too plain, he can help me arrange some acappela elements in.&lt;br /&gt;Wow... I would say everything is concluded with "wow".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SL92Vz7WXeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tqmhEBAnmOg/s1600-h/DSC08894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SL92Vz7WXeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tqmhEBAnmOg/s400/DSC08894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242038608371015138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God blessed me so many talent to help me arrange my song. Nothing much from me.&lt;br /&gt;I only contribute my prayer, I contribute my experience with Him. Then I got my story(lyrics), melody, professional guitar arrangement, and professional singer helping me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing is just nice. I've sent my song to &lt;a href="http://www.ilovefcc.com/2008.1/" target="_blank"&gt;FCC&lt;/a&gt; Music Revolution 2+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter the song is selected or not, I'm thankful for having songs in my life journey, recording my happiness, bitterness, worries, joy and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe at the end of my life, I got to collect an album from God, telling you stories of my life. Isn't it wonderful....&lt;br /&gt;The song is in my blog play list. chinese. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-3851326905757991785?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/3851326905757991785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=3851326905757991785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/3851326905757991785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/3851326905757991785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-just-more-than-words.html' title='Life is just more than words, but song...'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SL9OFBc94lI/AAAAAAAAAG8/F5wgB6X29Ng/s72-c/DSC08893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-7097285063056533805</id><published>2008-07-30T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:46:59.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designer&apos;s work'/><title type='text'>The Corona Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Having some fun in the website. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="coronaSandwriting" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" height="360" width="540"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.thecoronabeach.com/embed/coronaexperience.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="token=c65ea5a6375af41"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.thecoronabeach.com/embed/coronaexperience.swf" bgcolor="#999999" name="RB_EP_Main" play="true" loop="false" flashvars="token=c65ea5a6375af41" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="360" width="540"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-7097285063056533805?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/7097285063056533805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=7097285063056533805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/7097285063056533805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/7097285063056533805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/07/corona-beach.html' title='The Corona Beach'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-2567822230782494573</id><published>2008-07-30T12:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:46:35.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>What a designer tutor do while she free...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SI_rYrOg4iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iU9QMILGAvM/s1600-h/typo_practise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SI_rYrOg4iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iU9QMILGAvM/s400/typo_practise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228656501553422882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SI_tQZmI69I/AAAAAAAAAG0/W9YGznrDOxU/s1600-h/wallpaper_for_presentation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SI_tQZmI69I/AAAAAAAAAG0/W9YGznrDOxU/s400/wallpaper_for_presentation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228658558404979666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, after days of Actionscript 3.0 dedugging for students, really feel like wanted to practice my design skill a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is class MM71's presentation for their actionscript project 2. As usual I'll get ready a folder for them to transfer the files before presentation starts. This is what I came out with. When I'm playing around with the typography arrangement, wonderfull jazz music are playing behind me. I guess that's the reason of coming out with such elegant color mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just conteng :)&lt;br /&gt;All the best mm71&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-2567822230782494573?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/2567822230782494573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=2567822230782494573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/2567822230782494573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/2567822230782494573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-designer-tutor-do-while-she-free.html' title='What a designer tutor do while she free...'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SI_rYrOg4iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iU9QMILGAvM/s72-c/typo_practise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-5483209146740353709</id><published>2008-07-27T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:47:23.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designer&apos;s work'/><title type='text'>Love Actually...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="321" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1409946&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1409946&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="321" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/1409946?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1409946"&gt;Love Actually Opening Video&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/user505194?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1409946"&gt;Tarhoay&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1409946"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yup, this is a video done by a friend. Appreciate the good work. So share it here. Good job, Tar Hoay.&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-5483209146740353709?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/5483209146740353709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=5483209146740353709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/5483209146740353709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/5483209146740353709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-actually.html' title='Love Actually...'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-2639013496984881698</id><published>2008-07-23T18:24:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:40:40.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Star's light shines on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SIgeI3QmqPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QNZl58v8OA8/s1600-h/starz_mm075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SIgeI3QmqPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QNZl58v8OA8/s400/starz_mm075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226460505184839922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SIgbT3rJ4hI/AAAAAAAAAFk/99Qr952wctM/s1600-h/starz_mm65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SIgbT3rJ4hI/AAAAAAAAAFk/99Qr952wctM/s400/starz_mm65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226457395739877906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SIgbaK1dKoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2pDZjZAqtxI/s1600-h/starz_mm58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SIgbaK1dKoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2pDZjZAqtxI/s400/starz_mm58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226457503962573442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SIcLG8vXjII/AAAAAAAAAFc/52G5yA2d-XU/s1600-h/photo_wit_starlites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SIcLG8vXjII/AAAAAAAAAFc/52G5yA2d-XU/s400/photo_wit_starlites.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226158106598673538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you watched "Hellboy 2"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of a point that the prince mentioned,"human have a hole inside of them that will never be filled. They will always demand for more and more and it will never be filled." Indeed, human being are greedy. I confess that I myself are not easily satisfied by what I have always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get moody easily when I don't feel satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always reminded that if I care for my own desire to be fulfilled, it won't be easily achieved these day. When I was a student, I thought that I'll lead a better life while having the ability to earn more money. Now I'm working, I found that I'll always have not enough to buy the next thing that I want. When you have 200 you will think that buying something that costs 300 will not be too far. We'll always have not enough in such way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that the real wealth counts not on what you possessed but on how you value what you have every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I love to see students that I taught before having good results and growing up in maturity. Though I'm not always with them every semester and not really lecture them all, I still felt joyful seeing them glowing like a star in their own interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always easy to be satisfied by seeing people that you care getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a blessed day. I got to see so many students from graduating batch to the very junior batch people gathered together and share. It's really a good event that should continually organized to encourage socialization among creative people who have the same interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some photos with them here. All the best to you all... stars....&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-2639013496984881698?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/2639013496984881698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=2639013496984881698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/2639013496984881698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/2639013496984881698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/07/stars-light-shine-on-me.html' title='Star&apos;s light shines on me'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SIgeI3QmqPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QNZl58v8OA8/s72-c/starz_mm075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-4324207012489489350</id><published>2008-07-15T19:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:50:03.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designer&apos;s work'/><title type='text'>Usavich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.usavich.tv/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SHyG76Y36sI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NU48tqTtwdc/s400/usavich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223198031686920898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When this series of video start spread around, it really brings impact to many of us. I personally like the 3D animation style, &lt;a href="http://www.kanaban.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kanaban&lt;/a&gt;, the designer came out with. It's really creative and unique. Don't want to talk too much as the video itself will give you greater impact. Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hhbr9XpRnAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hhbr9XpRnAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/6069159832331949532-4324207012489489350?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/4324207012489489350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=4324207012489489350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/4324207012489489350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/4324207012489489350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/07/usavich.html' title='Usavich'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SHyG76Y36sI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NU48tqTtwdc/s72-c/usavich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-797879657962445101</id><published>2008-07-14T20:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:40:18.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Making Fragrance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 2 Corinthian 4:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SHtMAl-B2qI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LMDXaxVBpC4/s1600-h/10034660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SHtMAl-B2qI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LMDXaxVBpC4/s400/10034660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222851765942213282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever try picking up a mint leaf from the plant itself and smells it?&lt;br /&gt;I tried before as a kampung girl. hahaha... I used to play around with my neighbors' children behind my house in the evening. Well, people at small town likes to plant veggies, fruit trees, herbs and so on. As a naughty kid I picked up one of the leaves from the mint tree and smell it. It doesn't smell much different from normal tree leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later my mum came near to me and showed me,"This is the mint leaves and you need to rub it softly to make the smell comes out". Then she demo to me. "Wow! it's really mint." I said, "And it's exactly the same smell of our tooth paste." me at 9 years old, talk to my mum surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a small story of my childhood memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grown up till now, so big, there's once something related to the smells touched me. That was a weekend service I attended in FCC and the sermon of the week talks about "Suffering".&lt;br /&gt;Well, back at that time I was a college student, facing serious financial problem. My greatest worry is about $. If you ever experience using RM10 to survive for  a week(3 meals a day) and hopefully no extra expenses needed, you'll understand the feeling(thank God only happened once). So that's the background of listening the sermon in that service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It talks about how suffering or maybe problem make someone strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor uses a scenario of a mint leaves to explain the "fragrance". We all are like the mint leaves, when nothing happen the leaves stay on the tree happily and maybe one day it gets old and falls from the tree. But if it's being picked up from the tree, pressed and rub softly, the fragrance came out. Maybe it can be a wonderful ingredient of some branded chocolate, a topping for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tasty dish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, a refreshing drink, so on and so forth. While me as a Christian, when God is changing me, molding me, God's promise to me is good. He comfort me with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tnt_wordwrap" id="spacetagline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;2 Corinthians 4:7-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... I was trained in a hard way so that in the future nothing harder than this can push me down. And when I go through this, I grow stronger. Same goes to you :)&lt;br /&gt;When you think that the problem that you're having now cause you unbreathable, relax and think that you are the mint leaves. You are coming out fragrance in your nature and you will surely overcome it. God bless you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-797879657962445101?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/797879657962445101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=797879657962445101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/797879657962445101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/797879657962445101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/07/making-fragrance.html' title='Making Fragrance...'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SHtMAl-B2qI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LMDXaxVBpC4/s72-c/10034660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-2708404501206361160</id><published>2008-07-10T10:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:41:03.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>after watching { WANTED } movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SHV1lezcxBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/osgYuFVGG84/s1600-h/wanted_1_800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SHV1lezcxBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/osgYuFVGG84/s400/wanted_1_800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221208629790426130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm... after heard from daniel that Wanted is a 18SG movie, bloody and violent, I don't really feel like watching it. As most of the time watching movie is an entertainment to me. I'll choose movie that is relaxing. hehe... Since today his birthday and we celebrate it last night, part of the celebration is to watch "Wanted" I got to watch it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before watching this movie, I pray that I'll will not be disgusted by all the bloody scenes and I'll get meaningful message from the movie. Now this is what I learned from the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people think that Fraternity gang kills people whose name is coded on the fabric is kind of ridiculous. Wesley, the main character asked them why to they kill people just by following the hidden code on the fabric without knowing who the person is. They think that they are doing judgment according to the "fate" that have planned. You have to watch the movie to know what I'm trying to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like every religion (but not included the killing part) everyone has their believe on what they are doing. And most of the time they believe that what they are doing are for good. That's why they continue doing it. Just like the Fraternity. But when the judgments are executed by man most of the time human are weak and selfish. The original good intension is always distorted for a person's own desire and greed. Those who are following might be used to do things that help someone gain profit but no longer doing for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can we trust in this world?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-2708404501206361160?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/2708404501206361160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=2708404501206361160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/2708404501206361160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/2708404501206361160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-watching-wanted-movie.html' title='after watching { WANTED } movie'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SHV1lezcxBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/osgYuFVGG84/s72-c/wanted_1_800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-6649387690940637504</id><published>2008-07-03T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:48:54.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Event'/><title type='text'>Goal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SGyYOTGXk7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/U688FUihOJQ/s1600-h/futsal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SGyYOTGXk7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/U688FUihOJQ/s400/futsal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218713439628137394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah! It's fun time. As a wise professional, exercise is always part of the schedule. Really... So, MM team have a  great time chasing ball at a Tuesday night, after office hours. Well, the contrast is very big. There are guys that fast in action and stealing ball. There are also girls that kicking but never hit the ball accurately. So jokes are always the best ingredient to make this memorable fellowship success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this! When is our next futsal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward...............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-6649387690940637504?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/6649387690940637504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=6649387690940637504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/6649387690940637504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/6649387690940637504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/07/goal.html' title='Goal!'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SGyYOTGXk7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/U688FUihOJQ/s72-c/futsal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-5254114762035001163</id><published>2008-06-23T23:07:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:49:09.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>where is the BOX?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today's DSM3 class we invited an Interactive artist, &lt;a href="http://www.roopesh.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Roopesh Sitharan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, to give a sharing about his experience of doing researches and design in different medias. It's an interesting afternoon section. We got to think a little bit on the online user interactive behavior studies and so on. Among all his sharing, one sentence impressed me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes with a visual like this: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SF_B9aHkVnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QifF3Gczo9o/s1600-h/out-of-box.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SF_B9aHkVnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QifF3Gczo9o/s400/out-of-box.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215100154245568114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1)what do you see in this visual(right bottom corner)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Do you see a box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times, we will very easily focus on what's inside the box. What does the graphic trying to say? And we seldom look at the frame, not for me. I'll only see the black space beside the graphic and what is the cube graphic means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roopesh talks about the frame. "have you seen the frame of the visual?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We designers especially like to mention that we want to think out-of-the-box. But sometimes we just too focus on what's inside the box now. Regarding to Roopesh, in order for us to think out-of-the-box, we have to first see the box, define the box, then, only we can jump out of the box. Or else, we are just keep hopping within the box. It's quite true to me. At least I never thought of it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless what you are doing right now, if you really want to be out-of-the-box, first you need to define the "box" in your situation now, then jump out of it. Good luck!&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-5254114762035001163?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/5254114762035001163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=5254114762035001163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/5254114762035001163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/5254114762035001163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-is-box.html' title='where is the BOX?'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SF_B9aHkVnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QifF3Gczo9o/s72-c/out-of-box.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-2920714247753367963</id><published>2008-06-20T11:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:49:29.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designer&apos;s work'/><title type='text'>Creative Photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yeeeeee.com/2008/05/11/flower-girls/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SFssGFea7nI/AAAAAAAAAEM/u_UCqFBWH0c/s400/flower_character.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213809476672089714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yeeeeee.com/2008/05/07/92-must-see-creative-photographs/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SFsr7onQdFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMvd_vyn-5M/s400/tounge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213809297125831762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yeeeeee.com/2008/05/07/92-must-see-creative-photographs/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SFsrqzvVWmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yBOEagcENBA/s400/teethcare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213809008054721122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yeeeeee.com/2008/05/07/92-must-see-creative-photographs/?nggpage=4"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SFsqLf33owI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ssgeByN57Cc/s400/052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213807370634240770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yeeeeee.com/2008/05/07/92-must-see-creative-photographs/?nggpage=4"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SFspwq5lZgI/AAAAAAAAADc/ny6OgiMqLSI/s400/match.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213806909737756162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-2920714247753367963?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/2920714247753367963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=2920714247753367963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/2920714247753367963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/2920714247753367963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/06/creative-photographs.html' title='Creative Photographs'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SFssGFea7nI/AAAAAAAAAEM/u_UCqFBWH0c/s72-c/flower_character.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-5492900277000776151</id><published>2008-06-13T14:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:49:29.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designer&apos;s work'/><title type='text'>Site of the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SFIZ6PQ5TkI/AAAAAAAAADU/0a0PTVjcQW4/s1600-h/ecozoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SFIZ6PQ5TkI/AAAAAAAAADU/0a0PTVjcQW4/s400/ecozoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211256207141588546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecodazoo.com/"&gt;The Eco Zoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There are tons of websites about protecting the environment online. This is a creative in terms of contents and design. The pop-up book deliver the message clearly that even kids can understand it. Enjoy!&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-5492900277000776151?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/5492900277000776151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=5492900277000776151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/5492900277000776151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/5492900277000776151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/06/site-of-day.html' title='Site of the day!'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SFIZ6PQ5TkI/AAAAAAAAADU/0a0PTVjcQW4/s72-c/ecozoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-8066144908424932951</id><published>2008-06-11T09:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:41:45.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>Planning &amp; Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SFCQ-nCKUoI/AAAAAAAAACs/W-daL3wz0yc/s1600-h/june_think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SFCQ-nCKUoI/AAAAAAAAACs/W-daL3wz0yc/s400/june_think.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210824174172000898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I learn something at last sunday service. &lt;br /&gt;When you have your long term plan in mind, it's always easier for you to make your short term decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: I want to save RM100 a month. So that in the end of the year I'll have RM1200 in my bank. Because of this long term plan in mind, I can easily make decision not to simply shopping around. When there's great sales in front of me, when I have my 1st step into the boutique I'll have to let myself know that I'm not going to buy anything here. As I have a greater plan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better example: If I wanna save RM1200 a year, I can make a decision every month that I'll bank in RM100 into a bank account that I'll never touch it. But what if I can't control and I go to withdraw it, how? &lt;br /&gt;Ok. To avoid this situation happen, one of my cellgroup member, shawn, shared with me his case. He will put this account card back to his hometown, far far away from him. Or he will throw away the ATM card. Make himself no way to withdraw the money. So now the saving account will only have input regularly but no output. Great! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. In life, there's always lot of decisions to make. But take 1 step backward to see the picture clearer, you will find that every decision we make determine how our life is going to be. In order to make every decision wisely, a long term decision is always needed. What decisions are you trying to make now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for you Rev Khee Vun, for reminding us this.&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-8066144908424932951?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/8066144908424932951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=8066144908424932951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/8066144908424932951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/8066144908424932951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/06/planning-decisions.html' title='Planning &amp; Decisions'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SFCQ-nCKUoI/AAAAAAAAACs/W-daL3wz0yc/s72-c/june_think.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-8256974537871715578</id><published>2008-06-05T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:53:38.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>8tv interview Amber Mia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My photo that looks like Amber Chia (famous model in Malaysia) was found in &lt;a href="http://shoeaholicsdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shoeaholicsdiary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. 8TV found this, and they are so amazed that I really looks like her. So they invite me to it's studio for an interview shooting section. Below are the photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SEetxeHpx_I/AAAAAAAAABU/2u8I7_1BXWY/s1600-h/amber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SEetxeHpx_I/AAAAAAAAABU/2u8I7_1BXWY/s400/amber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208322559487625202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SEet7jD5y0I/AAAAAAAAABk/7DOyohuIjzE/s1600-h/interview2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SEet7jD5y0I/AAAAAAAAABk/7DOyohuIjzE/s400/interview2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208322732612766530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SEet2M2XOWI/AAAAAAAAABc/7-aBc2vsFz0/s1600-h/interview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SEet2M2XOWI/AAAAAAAAABc/7-aBc2vsFz0/s400/interview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208322640751049058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6069159832331949532-8256974537871715578?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/8256974537871715578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=8256974537871715578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/8256974537871715578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/8256974537871715578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/06/8tv-interview-amber-mia.html' title='8tv interview Amber Mia'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/SEetxeHpx_I/AAAAAAAAABU/2u8I7_1BXWY/s72-c/amber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-6237859644480564952</id><published>2008-06-03T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:10:31.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops! It's June now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well... it really took me a very long time to write my second post. This blog is a platform for me to get updated as a Multimedia designer. While we keep encouraging students blogging as study and research compilation, I'm also pushing myself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done! Sook Chiung. hahaha... (self-encouragement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to the student that ask me a question on blogging. If not because of the question, I might not touch this blog again. Well, you might curious about what's his question is. He asked me, " Sook Chiung, how can we change my blog url icon?" So, as a responsible enough lecturer, I do my experiment here and this is how the 2nd blog comes about. Nice! I spend the whole afternoon today to explore on the CSS and the favicon.ico.&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-6237859644480564952?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/6237859644480564952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=6237859644480564952' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/6237859644480564952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/6237859644480564952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/06/oops-its-june-now.html' title='Oops! It&apos;s June now'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069159832331949532.post-80055413433270783</id><published>2008-01-24T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:53:00.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yup.... It took me another half year to blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I used to share some thoughts and experience in "my space", due to my laziness and projects, long time never blog. Here I am now to start again my lengthy blogs. Happy New Year 2008.&lt;/span&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/6069159832331949532-80055413433270783?l=floriography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/feeds/80055413433270783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6069159832331949532&amp;postID=80055413433270783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/80055413433270783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069159832331949532/posts/default/80055413433270783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floriography.blogspot.com/2008/01/start-again.html' title='Start again!'/><author><name>June</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00237908351789910933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySKG1I32AWg/TLv5tc9m9sI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZeR4nl6sPvk/S220/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
