<?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-150877721865369675</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:10:27.936+08:00</updated><category term='hazel'/><title type='text'>学习呼吸</title><subtitle type='html'>learning to breathe, learning to live</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-1637653443590577176</id><published>2011-11-30T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:35:01.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you change your mind...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is your opinion on abortion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you Pro-life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pro-choice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you causing a holocaust in our generation today?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Could you be the next Adolf Hitler?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch this video:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/7y2KsU_dhwI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7y2KsU_dhwI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7y2KsU_dhwI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make a difference today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Stop MURDERing the future of your nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-1637653443590577176?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/1637653443590577176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/11/would-you-change-your-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/1637653443590577176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/1637653443590577176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/11/would-you-change-your-mind.html' title='Would you change your mind...?'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-8715663054496542271</id><published>2011-10-14T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T10:00:07.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Faith Can Do</title><content type='html'>Everybody falls sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find the strength to rise&lt;br /&gt;From the ashes, to make a new beginning .... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past one year, so many things had happened. Today as I was doing my devotion, I realized how far I have come this one year. Further than all my christian years added together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treat my family different, I approach my leaders, my members, my situation, my workplace...everything becomes different. My worldview, my perspective changes. And I began to realize, I can let go bit by bit, what I WANT what I NEED in life....and began to let others have what they need, what they want first. Not always successful of course. But something just changes in my heart. Supernaturally beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Christian walk, it is never an easy one. I am not talking about the persecution or the taunting, but the battle within self that is the toughest. The habits, the stubbornness, the ego, the certain thing you always feel you shouldn't give in....in this walk, you have to give it all away. For a good cause of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But each time, a situation challenges us to do something more, something of the unfamiliar, something of discomfort to our natural habits, we are scared to death, we squirm, we whimp....but then, the moment a step is taken, everything becomes easy, everything is taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while, the "aftermath" I often expect after I took a step of faith, is never as bad as I have always imagined. Every single time, things are taken care of. How can I then deny, that my God will not take care of me? Surely enough each step I take, He was there with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after this one year of moulding God has done to prepare me for the next phase of my life...I have learned to give, to love, to forgive, to step back, to submit, to honor, to let go, to be less legalistic, more gracious, more loving, more balanced...more excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this chapter, I have many ups, many downs, many regrets, many lessons, many blessings, many heartaches and pain...&amp;nbsp;much more accomplished from here, I have gained many insights, revelations, and much courage to be bold, to live like there's nothing lose. Still a lot to improve of course, but I am getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in this chapter, that I experienced true brokenness, where the situation forces you to either be broken and give it all to God, trusting Him and living for Him alone...not for your self.....OR, I choose to let go of God, let go of all these crazy stuff I need to deal with and go through, and just live for my self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in this chapter of my life, I have learned, that I am totally far....far off....very very far, from perfection. And precisely because of this, I cannot live without God. I wouldn't have the stamina, strength, and courage without Him. I am grateful that I went through all I need to go through. I couldn't thank God enough for seeing me fit for the test. I want to keep going....but this time, hand in hand....with my Daddy in heaven :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You...you who are reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you give up now...&lt;br /&gt;The sun will soon be shining :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/kkSybED8W5M/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kkSybED8W5M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kkSybED8W5M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you fall sometimes, You gotta find that strength to rise...&lt;br /&gt;Just keep believing. You can never imagine, what FAITH can do =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-8715663054496542271?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/8715663054496542271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-faith-can-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/8715663054496542271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/8715663054496542271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-faith-can-do.html' title='What Faith Can Do'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-6341359780998615171</id><published>2011-10-07T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T09:17:47.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock of Ages</title><content type='html'>I read Isaiah 26:4 today. The word "Rock of Ages" jumped at me (related to Verse 4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it sinked in. Rock of Ages...&lt;br /&gt;Rock is something that does not rot nor decay.&lt;br /&gt;Rock is firm&lt;br /&gt;Rock is hard&lt;br /&gt;Rock is the foundation to many buildings, and to many building materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock signifies strength&lt;br /&gt;Rock signifies dependability&lt;br /&gt;Rock signifies solidness&lt;br /&gt;Rock signifies an anchor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock of ages is our God.&lt;br /&gt;Our strength, our hope&lt;br /&gt;Our foundation, our truth&lt;br /&gt;Our anchor, our root&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One we can depend throughout all ages&lt;br /&gt;One we can trust for the rest of our lives...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, today and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ROCK OF AGES....ROCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-6341359780998615171?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/6341359780998615171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/10/rock-of-ages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/6341359780998615171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/6341359780998615171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/10/rock-of-ages.html' title='Rock of Ages'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-2866749564507893586</id><published>2011-10-06T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:52:42.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Like There's Nothing to Lose</title><content type='html'>The news just declared today, that Steve Jobs passed away...&lt;br /&gt;The man who made APPLE famous in the world, and change the world's view on technology advancement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are his words that gave me an impact today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living like there's nothing to lose...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently in my life, there has been a lot of experiences that brought me to a cross road.&amp;nbsp; - to stay safe, or to risk it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who knows me well, know that I am a terrible worrier, afraid to take risk, calculative of my gains, and fearful of the unknown. These two months, God had really pushed and taught me what it means to STEP OUT and live like there's nothing lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say...even though I am not perfect, and compare to many others I am totally far out of line. But I have given my best, and I have risk it all the best I know how. I have begun to understand what it means to conquer my fears, rather than letting them conquer me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invested, loved, given, embraced, cared less about persecutions, embarassment, being accepted. &lt;br /&gt;Toward my family especially, my friends, my&amp;nbsp;leaders, my members, my&amp;nbsp;career...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the return is one that is unexpected, not enough or&amp;nbsp;negative. I am no longer bounded by the fear of those results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in preparation&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;step out beyond the familiar circle....to the strangers on the streets, the needy, the hurt. Gotta really prepare my heart for that. I am ONE step closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live like there's nothing to lose. You will never know if you ever lived to see the sunrise tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off. With love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-2866749564507893586?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/2866749564507893586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/10/live-like-theres-nothing-to-lose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2866749564507893586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2866749564507893586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/10/live-like-theres-nothing-to-lose.html' title='Live Like There&apos;s Nothing to Lose'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-1180439330625469367</id><published>2011-09-30T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:15:14.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>简单就好</title><content type='html'>It kinda hit me recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the simplicity of life...When I was younger, things used to be really simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world I once knew :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to lie down in an open field, watching the night sky naming stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to tell the world how I admire living in a country side house with white picket fences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to get all excited over rainbows after a rain and take pictures of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to sneak out to make phone calls in the middle of the night and get all happy just because I get to talk to my best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to sit in an open car park chatting with my best friends and it feels amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to hike up an empty hill and shout my discontent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to “head bang” to some Linkin’ Park songs randomly with my friends and laugh about how silly we all looked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to hug every single person like there’s no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to say “I love you” to all my friends because I treasure them very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to talk about anything under the sun, and it made my day so long as I was with the people I care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these are simple, but it made me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I have lost as I grew up, being drowned with the busyness of life, work, being overwhelmed by the changes, trying to adapt, to cope, to grow, to excel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things don’t seem to be all that significant anymore as I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the era of science advancement, proofs and reasons are needed for every occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the era where businesses are blooming, every connection, conversation, incident needs to be beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though some things do pass with maturity, but some things should be preserved. I miss the simplicity of life where I enjoy the simplest pleasure just by being with the people I am close with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few weeks I have been going back to the basics, and I kinda enjoy the simplicity of it all. Simple is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this new saying I learned from a friend. It is in Chinese: 简单就好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, simplicity is all that we need to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-1180439330625469367?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/1180439330625469367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/1180439330625469367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/1180439330625469367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='简单就好'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-6991993864960199570</id><published>2011-09-09T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:42:46.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken...</title><content type='html'>I can't deny....a LOVE so true...breaks me down till I've got nothing to hide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/z3hUW4BKER0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3hUW4BKER0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3hUW4BKER0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have taken me....and set me free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-6991993864960199570?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/6991993864960199570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/09/taken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/6991993864960199570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/6991993864960199570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/09/taken.html' title='Taken...'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-5259951188205579075</id><published>2011-09-09T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:48:43.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Meeting 6th September 2011</title><content type='html'>This prayer meeting was a significant one for me. I was on stage singing as a vocalist..then a voice came...I was presuming that it was God. This was the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;God: Get ready for a new season, a new anointing....GET READY to embrace that&amp;nbsp;call...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hazel: God is that You? Please let me know if it is You. Give me a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;God: Fire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hazel: You mean when I open my eyes now, I will see a ball of fire, then I will know it is You?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(*shock and tries to peep*...this is too huge a faith! Please don't do this to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;God: No, Keith will say the word "fire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow....that's a very low likelihood too aye? (*thinking to self*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hazel: God...you mean anyone who pray with me use the word "fire" is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to bring up the probability so that&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;can be assured that God was speaking to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;God: Have faith! Keith will say the word fire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo, and behold...after&amp;nbsp;praying so much, Keith has not&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;even mentioned the word "fire" or anything that&amp;nbsp;is close to that word.....So I thought....well, I must be thinking too much. Maybe its just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the final passage that Keith read, was on the screen....as&amp;nbsp;Keith read on and on and on....and my eyes screen through the projector screen....my heart beat faster and faster and faster....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1 Kings 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then He said, “Go out, and stand on the mountain before the LORD.” And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind tore into the mountains and broke the rocks in pieces before the LORD, &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; the LORD &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; the LORD &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; not in the earthquake; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-9400"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and after the earthquake a fire, &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; the LORD &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So, I SAW and I HEARD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sentence followed after the word "fire" pierced me like a double-edged sword...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God spoke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;God: Hazel, do not look&amp;nbsp;for a proof, do not&amp;nbsp;look for a ball of fire....I am in that still small voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*repent*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we prayed&amp;nbsp;in tongues for 10 minutes....it felt like&amp;nbsp;1 minute.&amp;nbsp;This was an amazing encounter. Thank You Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-5259951188205579075?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/5259951188205579075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/09/prayer-meeting-6th-september-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/5259951188205579075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/5259951188205579075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/09/prayer-meeting-6th-september-2011.html' title='Prayer Meeting 6th September 2011'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-555269345878135933</id><published>2011-06-19T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:51:31.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The memorable 17 June</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I still remember the times when I really prepared for this retreat. We started preparing two to three&amp;nbsp;months back, wanting to go&amp;nbsp;melaka, wanting to getaway from the busy KL to refresh ourselves before we prepare for a new season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I remember the countless late nights, preparing and cooking a sermon that I hope God would use to change the lives of&amp;nbsp;many. We were all excited and eager to receive from God. Expectant. For something to happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That&amp;nbsp;morning,&amp;nbsp;my housemate came to warn&amp;nbsp;me to be careful on the highway. Immediately I felt a strange feeling, and I quickly&amp;nbsp;messaged all the drivers and interns to pray before we start our journey. So we prayed. I fasted that day, in preparation for God to use&amp;nbsp;me. I was really excited. And then we started our journey...we&amp;nbsp;managed to wave through the jam and finally got into the highway. Two cars were convoy-ing behind one another. The other two went separately because they knew the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the&amp;nbsp;midst, I saw a car seeming to be stepping on its brake. So I took it as a signal to slow down, and slew down, only to realize, it was a total stop. Trying to avoid, I couldn't and afraid the jam brake would throw&amp;nbsp;my passengers off the window, I tried to not to jam brake (of course by now you would know how foolish I am because CITY has ABS system. Haahaha).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, I crash on the car in front of us, and the car behind came crashing following after. Concern for&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;members, I went down, checking on the car behind.&amp;nbsp;members were in pain. I was really concerned, not to&amp;nbsp;mention panicked. First person I called - Shirley Boon. There when I was talking to her, a tow truck guy came and talk to&amp;nbsp;me.....we&amp;nbsp;moved our car to the side of the road, and then the first vehicle I have crashed on, left. We suspected a trap that has caused the accident. But&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;members were in pain. So couldn't be bothered. Lesson learned. FIRST THING, write down the number plate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, immediately I requested for PLUS people to fetch them for a checkup. They told&amp;nbsp;me ambulance was on the way! GOSH @@ Frustration at why they do not have any urgency. Anyway, I called&amp;nbsp;my brother after that, and he called&amp;nbsp;my dad. So Dad settled with the tow truck guy. Tow truck guy: insisted to drag the car to the workshop. Dad said: NO! ...so finally, it was towed to the nearest police station which is 15&amp;nbsp;minutes away. Guess how&amp;nbsp;much is it? 300!!! the cost for NOT letting them tow your car to the workshop. Sheeessh....sucha blood sucker aye :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these aside...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through this incident, I have so&amp;nbsp;many things &amp;nbsp;to thank God for. Let&amp;nbsp;me do it one-by-one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God I slowed down, and crashed -&amp;nbsp;my passengers weren't wearing any seat belts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God I was the second car. CITY was built in such a way that it will crumple upon hit, but it will absorb and&amp;nbsp;minimize impact&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God the car behind us, ALL PASSENGERS were wearing seat belts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God while we were waiting by the road side, another car of our&amp;nbsp;members passby, we exchange passengers and went ahead to the hospital quicker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God Shirley Boon calmed&amp;nbsp;me down and talk to the tow truck guy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God I called&amp;nbsp;my first brother, thereafter calm&amp;nbsp;my dad before talking to him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God&amp;nbsp;my dad came, saw the car and decided it is&amp;nbsp;more important I am saved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God nobody was hurt after checkup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God we have FOUR angels who rushed down to our aid as a&amp;nbsp;moral support, and car support: Shirley Boon, Anthony, Jeffrey Choong, Eng Kim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God the retreat didn't cancel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that&amp;nbsp;moment, when&amp;nbsp;my dad said he is coming down to get&amp;nbsp;me and to get&amp;nbsp;me home....my whole head was spinning despite of all the errands t o be run, I was thinking....HOW NOW? Can the retreat continue? As I decided that it should continue, and asked&amp;nbsp;my intern to preach instead (since I got to go back), Shirley Boon called and said, she would come to comfort and&amp;nbsp;minister to them. This is a great lesson of sacrifice to&amp;nbsp;me. To&amp;nbsp;me, she didn't just TELL&amp;nbsp;me what to do. She came to HELP when all else is impossible. She&amp;nbsp;made things possible. She stood in the gap. I was so blessed by her action! So so blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lodge police reports, and finally, she went on with the rest to retreat. I went home with&amp;nbsp;my dad. The emotion then was of guilt, and of&amp;nbsp;many other things. We were so expectant of God to&amp;nbsp;move, and then now, everyone got traumatized in the trip that we are suppose to be refreshed by God. Everyone was affected emotionally and psychologically. Some&amp;nbsp;members had issues with their parents. I was devastated. But God was really really good. God sent&amp;nbsp;many others to comfort&amp;nbsp;me. Assuring&amp;nbsp;me, the best had been done. And it still happened. And the fact that there is such a resistant for the retreat, all the&amp;nbsp;more it should continue. Shirley said, she will help&amp;nbsp;minister to all who were traumatized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was relief. Now knowing for sure that they are all in good hands. Went home with still trauma and fear. But it was really a&amp;nbsp;memorable time at home. Everything turned out for good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad didn't scold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mom didn't scold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dad offered to buy a better car : volks wagon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a good time of chit chatting with brother's wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retreat was amazing : report from&amp;nbsp;members -- the presence of God was really really strong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All had fun, all was&amp;nbsp;ministered&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turned out to be the&amp;nbsp;most&amp;nbsp;memorable retreat ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;God turned a bad situation into a good one. One that has caused all our&amp;nbsp;members to be closer to one another. One that has taught&amp;nbsp;me so&amp;nbsp;much about sacrificing for the sake of&amp;nbsp;members. So&amp;nbsp;much about&amp;nbsp;mercy, so&amp;nbsp;much about grace. As a family E45, E30, we went through everything together. I remember receiving sms-es from&amp;nbsp;members, them wanting to come and visit&amp;nbsp;me the&amp;nbsp;moment they knew I arrive at KL, all these brought us closer together. God is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God was there every&amp;nbsp;moment and every step of it. And I am glad today, I could find the strength, and the joy, and the reasons to thank God for. Without Him, where would WE be today. Without Him...all things wouldn't have turned out for good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, dad...mom...brothers....for really caring and showing&amp;nbsp;me love time I needed it the&amp;nbsp;most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Shirley, Eng Kim, Anthony, Jeff....for coming to our rescue. Things wouldn't have been so smooth without you guys standing in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, E30 &amp;amp; E45 for staying strong, firm, loving and united throughout all these. You are the gems of&amp;nbsp;my heart. thank you for being a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbwccren4xk/Tf37YO7BLoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yy_1G_SnEes/s1600/e30+e45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbwccren4xk/Tf37YO7BLoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yy_1G_SnEes/s320/e30+e45.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could not thank God enough. Last but &amp;nbsp;not least....Thank God for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year many big events and big decisions happened in&amp;nbsp;my life. FUH!! It&amp;nbsp;must be all for a reason. I am anticipating the coming days. I know the best is yet to come.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be one of the greatest testimony I have so far, for&amp;nbsp;many days to come.&amp;nbsp;my life,&amp;nbsp;my family, everything was preserved and strengthened. I am really blessed.&amp;nbsp;more hopeful for the future than ever!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New day...new dawn! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-555269345878135933?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/555269345878135933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/06/memorable-17-june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/555269345878135933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/555269345878135933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/06/memorable-17-june.html' title='The memorable 17 June'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbwccren4xk/Tf37YO7BLoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yy_1G_SnEes/s72-c/e30+e45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-3338008635847824069</id><published>2011-05-14T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T11:30:12.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartfelt moment...</title><content type='html'>Today, as I witnessed the baptism of one of&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;member, Amy....I felt really touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the lives dipping into the water, rising up again, people cheering....non-believers&amp;nbsp;may not understand. Even Christians, sometimes do not understand what it&amp;nbsp;means. Part of a Christian process some would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have all along knew that baptism is something really significant. So&amp;nbsp;much so, that even non-Christians understand that you are never really a Christian unless you get water baptized.&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;mom always thinks that way. That is the reason why, she often think that so long as I am not baptized, I am still not really a Christian and can "slide back" to&amp;nbsp;my old religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I went and looked at those beautiful people immerse and rise again, tears begin to well up in&amp;nbsp;my eyes. Today so&amp;nbsp;many people have decided that they will DECLARE their faith and love for God. And that from today onwards, they will be identified with Christ. Living not a life of their old. The old is dead (dip into the water), the resurrected is a new life (up from the water again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be FULLY identified with Christ. And I know the&amp;nbsp;moment I decide that, I can no longer turn back, and each and every action I take I represent Christ. Asked&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;member how she felt after being baptized, she replied "I feel really really really good". Indeed, it is not just an activity. Something spiritual does happen when one is baptized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anticipating&amp;nbsp;mine. A FULL life as disciple of Christ. I will be joining the next baptism with one of&amp;nbsp;my very close friend. Even though we know this decision will lead to&amp;nbsp;many possible consequences, but we know, it will be worth it. There is a significance we anticipate to be part of. There will be a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-3338008635847824069?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/3338008635847824069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/05/heartfelt-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/3338008635847824069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/3338008635847824069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/05/heartfelt-moment.html' title='Heartfelt moment...'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-4067139961214801069</id><published>2011-04-19T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T16:02:09.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love birthdays...</title><content type='html'>I love birthdays....especially mine :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really pampered this year. So many things happened, and so many blessings. Just a little lazy to type all of them here. Oh well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do it SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination in posting blogpost seem to be a very common thing to me now :S &lt;br /&gt;oopps~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-4067139961214801069?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/4067139961214801069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-birthdays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/4067139961214801069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/4067139961214801069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-birthdays.html' title='I love birthdays...'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-8633694965561340389</id><published>2011-04-08T19:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:52:44.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is YOUR LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"This Is Your Life"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yesterday is a promise that you've broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is your life and today is all you've got now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yeah, and today is all you'll ever have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is your life, are you who you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is your life, are you who you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When the world was younger and you had everything to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yesterday is a kid in the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yesterday is dead and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is your life, are you who you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is your life, are you who you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When the world was younger and you had everything to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is your life are you who you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is your life are you who you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is your life, are you who you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is your life, are you who you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is your life, is it everything you dreamed it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When the world was younger and you had everything to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And you had everything to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As I was driving ho&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me,&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I had the longest flashback ever (with the rain and the ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;m).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was long ago since I heard this song. But it spoke to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me so&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was brought back to the first ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me when I received Christ, on how I really beca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me so passionate in preaching the gospel, in showing love, in beco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ming better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;my lifestyle was exciting every single day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In doing so&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;many things. Deep inside, I have a sense that I CAN do great things for God. And at that ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me &amp;nbsp;it doesn't&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;matter what&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;my circu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mstances were. I didn't care! I couldn't care less. I just want to love God, worship Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;m and do everything I could for Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;m, I found so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mething to live excitedly for every single day. Not one day was boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As we grew older...this sense of passion see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;m to vanish so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mewhere. We often think of the "yesterdays" of life...the "good old days" so-called. When ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mes were si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mpler, less worries, less responsibilities. Now, it is harder to cope...so lets be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;more lenient on ourselves. You are not young any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;more, why push yourself to the li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mit? Working hours is already 8 hours! You need rest....Ah...but "Yesterday" you did it all...you did well...wow, how you wish you were in yester years, where ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mes were not so busy, and you can do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;more things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But hello, the yesterdays are wrinkle the forehead. it is consu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;med by ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me, it is dead and over, and indeed...it is a pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mise broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We always tell ourselves...when I a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;m older, when I have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;more freedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;m, I have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;money...this is the person I want to be. I want to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;make a difference. I want to brave to speak for the broken, for the underprivileged, I want to shower love, I want to go to Africa, I want to go to the ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;meless children, the abused....its all but a pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mise broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today, as we reflect on our lives. Is it the ONE that we expect to live, the ONE we have drea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;med it would be? FULL of fire, FULL of passion? When the world was younger, when we were younger, when nothing else&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;matters but our passion, our drea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ms, when we were fearless and have nothing to lose. Everything to risk. We are just so consu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;med by our passion. Where is it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"We are busy now and have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;more responsibilities"....so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now that we are grown up, all these are like distant away. Practicality co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mes first, passion co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mes later. Earning&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;more, do not take risk, stay safe, what ifs of being rejected, or things will never turn out the way we hoped it would be and we will have to face e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mbarrass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ments, insults, circu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mstances, sha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me....etc etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ENOUGH! I had everything to lose once. I should have even&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;more now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today, as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;much as it is i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mportant to be wise, to be practical, I want to live a life that has everything to lose....without regrets, without what ifs....Live everyday, like it is your LAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Step one: Let the LOVE REVOLUTION begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just passed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;my 24th birthday...ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me to rekindle the "old fla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me"...the passion of the to-do list I once had. Let's go dig it out (wait for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;my next blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. Shall not wait till I a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;m 30, and when I have 5 kids to juggle, with house chores, a husband and a job. Hahaha! Funny scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;What about you? Are you afraid to revisit that drea&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;m or that passion buried deep down within? To be a singer? a writer? "too old" perhaps you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This is your life. Are you who you gonna be?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;TODAY IS ALL YOU HAVE GOT NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-8633694965561340389?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/8633694965561340389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-your-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/8633694965561340389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/8633694965561340389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-your-life.html' title='This is YOUR LIFE'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-5113835433050956509</id><published>2011-04-01T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T17:46:41.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes.....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when I am tired, and I have a lot of things to manage and do...&lt;br /&gt;To complete within a day, and I ALREADY need much more strength and focus and energy than usual (because I am tired), I'd appreciate some peace and quiet (This is especially NECESSARY when I am very tired).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times for us to finish up our tasks, there are times to hang around and talk. I don't mind talking, but to me, the setting, the place, the TIME is very important. I need to switch mode. I cannot be at TWO modes at once. I feel very divided. Unless if I am very PEK CHEK and I need an output to rant my feelings. Other than that, I really cannot "layan" talks about many many others. You can talk to me about yourself. But not others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize recently, I kinda feel my privacy invaded when people keep looking for me to just talk. Talk about others, talk about things that will not change or solve anything. Just ranting, gossips, empty talks. What joy does it gives? I don't find it fruitful. Maybe it is an output, of stress release for that person. Sigh...I should be more gracious. But I feel, perhaps, at a time when we are all done with our work, we can talk about it? A better time, when I am more ready to listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I become an INTROVERT gradually? *gasp*....sign of old age. hahahaha! Hmm....perhaps I am just too tired with the deprived sleep recently. Not very used to it after OFF college life. Easily frust without full 6 hours sleep. LOL. Sigh...alright, I need to keep giving love. Be a good listener. Be patient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately....I need to sleep FULL SIX HOURS! I don't care whether it is an aging matter or what. But, without that, anything can drive you up the wall! Like seriously! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jialat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-5113835433050956509?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/5113835433050956509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/5113835433050956509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/5113835433050956509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.....'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-7773057750409539920</id><published>2011-03-29T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T12:42:22.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't Believe</title><content type='html'>Can't believe I am living at such an exciting times like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I am part of such a GREAT vision. Doesn't matter what is going on with life, there is always a greater that is worth living for and going on for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened. Wish I had the time to blog all of them. Perhaps after work today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it....! The greater cause the greater call. Here I am. Send me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-7773057750409539920?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/7773057750409539920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cant-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7773057750409539920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7773057750409539920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cant-believe.html' title='I can&apos;t Believe'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-9011347090615783545</id><published>2011-03-25T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T15:36:08.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I hope I can get married to a rich guy SOON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha....why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so that I do not need to work already (financially stable) and do what I am really passionate about FULL TIME. Redeem the broken lives, in the dark alleys, and the back streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again....it is important to SHINE in the marketplace. Just a random post, random thought. haha. :) Oh well, if it is His will, we'll know! God is good. Renewed passion. New season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New day, new dawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-9011347090615783545?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/9011347090615783545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/9011347090615783545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/9011347090615783545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-7760706390791651302</id><published>2011-03-15T15:01:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:25:27.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious...</title><content type='html'>I'm in a season whereby there are many crossroads, many decisions, sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question that constantly haunt my mind: How long more do I have before time runs out? (Lol...sounds like I am dying, aye?) ...Am I making a full use of it? What am I called to do? What can I do to build on&amp;nbsp;my passion, to fulfill the destiny and the purposes I have been called to? I want to give my best in this life to do all it takes to fulfill the call of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus often answer: Great! But the question here is, are you&amp;nbsp;willing to lay down&amp;nbsp;your precious, for the course of My call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday was really faith-stretching for me, when I decide to give my precious to God. Tears just streamed non-stop down my cheek, as I hand over what I have considered to be truly all I have had for a future I am looking forward to the comng year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I gave it away.....there's a strong pull in my heart. Haha. Because&amp;nbsp;this is really very precious! I feel the pain in giving it....and&amp;nbsp; as I kept praying and casting my trust toward God, God's peace came upon me....and a certain realization came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, treasure and precious could be anything. Precious doesn't mean just the material possesions, nor does it only come in monetary form. Treasure could be anything. Anything that is dear to your heart. Sometimes we are willing to sacrifice certain areas of our lives for God to move. Sometimes, we refuse God to touch some other areas of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God this I can give. No, that I can't...not that...Oh, this, You can take it...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we&amp;nbsp;just so&amp;nbsp;contradicting sometimes? We often&amp;nbsp;tell God...we will trust Him with every step we take. But along the way, we begin grabbing things&amp;nbsp;and insist, these are the areas we expect a certain result so much so that we refuse God to touch&amp;nbsp;that part in fear of another result. The common struggle between the human flesh and the human spirit. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been meditating on Gal 2:20-21. A verse that encourages us to be selfless. Selfless is not just about putting others first. When life does not sail the direction you expect it to be,&amp;nbsp;laying down all the struggles in your mind,&amp;nbsp;just trusting God, and His sovereignity. That is being SELFLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting God cannot be just a saying. Confessing with your mouth have to couple with believing it with your heart. If you do not believe, whatever confessed is void. Faith is the currency where exchange of heavenly fruits&amp;nbsp;begin to&amp;nbsp;occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&amp;nbsp;year, the theme of my life, is to:&amp;nbsp;DIE to self. It doesn't matter what I feel, or what I want, or what I expect. I want to place all my worries, my circumstances, my doubts on the altar....and trust Him each and every step. No matter how frustrated, how unwilling, I will&amp;nbsp;attempt to&amp;nbsp;do what He wants me to do. Ain't it true, that dying to self, simply means dying to the precious in one's life? SELF talks about what is IMPORTANT and PRECIOUS to me is the most&amp;nbsp;important. Selfless talks about what is important and precious to me is secondary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not easy. Can&amp;nbsp;we truly&amp;nbsp;DIE to&amp;nbsp;the preciouses in all aspect of&amp;nbsp;our lives....and give it all to Him? I will definitely&amp;nbsp;attempt my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, the only way to be selfless, is when we give&amp;nbsp;away our precious, fixed our eyes on&amp;nbsp;Jesus, the source of strength and breakthroughs in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's lay down our precious. Take up the cross and follow Jesus. One step at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-7760706390791651302?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/7760706390791651302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/03/precious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7760706390791651302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7760706390791651302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/03/precious.html' title='Precious...'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-4589909976572408991</id><published>2011-03-08T09:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T09:24:47.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Wish I had more time to pen my thoughts down like I used to. But obviously as you grow older, you only get busier with the increasing responsibilities in life. Nonetheless, I am determined to squeeze out time to spend time with my life team, my ever amazing disciples, and also to work on my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I find myself becoming quite interested with business. Learning a lot of negotiation skills from my boss. And also to deal with different circumstances at workplace. Its eye-opening!! Woot! I am determined to find ways to start my own business, hopefully be a successful social entrepreneur in the near future. Working on it. Not gonna jump into it, but one step at a time. I believe all these experiences are worth it (even though it can be quite stretching at times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was approached by the director of Redeeming Roses ministry. Boy, I didn't know Malaysia have such a ministry. I was searching for it, but the nearest I could find was to be at the streets to meet the needs of homeless. But when I found out about Redeeming Roses ministry (to help women recovering from abuse and exploitation)...I am quite taken aback. Something close to my heart, and&amp;nbsp;I'd like to look into very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited of what is ahead :) Life is short. Seize opportunities and make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-4589909976572408991?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/4589909976572408991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/03/time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/4589909976572408991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/4589909976572408991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/03/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-3122696379850211156</id><published>2011-01-31T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:58:13.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>Emotions....can be really scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be your best friend....and make you feel really good.&lt;br /&gt;Or they could be your enemy...toiling your heart up and down, juggling act of clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, emotions is one thing that differentiates us from the non-living things around us. Emotions allow us to be human, allow us to understand, to love, to laugh...to LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without emotions, we are all dead. So celebrate having emotions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....be cautious about being emotional.&lt;br /&gt;The smartest communicators are those who are able to MANAGE emotions, take control of it...and not make emotions their master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel like when emotions are your master? You listen to it...do what it ask you to do...most of the time, you don't think...you just FEEL...and that is enough to drive you to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master your emotions. Feel what you need to feel, by all means feel it...but not follow its lead.&amp;nbsp; You are the leader. Not your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a fine line to it. To be emotionally controlled, and emotionally rigid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally rigid is a result of shutting off to avoid oneself from feeling more pain...and eventually numb out other feelings from entering the heart. This is danger. This could make a person a cold-hearted robot instead of being human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how to be healthy emotionally? Ask God... :) And never ever act based on your feelings. You always end up regretting. Act according to the Word of God, and according to the right principles and virtues. Be an honorable person, respect others and respect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote of the day: Master your emotion, and not make emotion your master :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this....live life without regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-3122696379850211156?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/3122696379850211156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/01/emotions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/3122696379850211156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/3122696379850211156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/01/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-6603418722376227514</id><published>2011-01-18T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:47:44.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>You are not perfect..&lt;br /&gt;But you are made perfect in Him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not need to try very hard to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;You&amp;nbsp;do not need to try very hard to be righteous or accepted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is done for you.&amp;nbsp;You are&amp;nbsp;made righteous, accepted, made in the image of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realization of this is important....to HUMBLE one person, and to make him/her more and more in love as well as dependent on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek not perfection in life. Seek His face and you'll find perfection in His&amp;nbsp;Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 51:17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A broken and a contrite heart— &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These, O God, You will not despise. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-6603418722376227514?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/6603418722376227514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/6603418722376227514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/6603418722376227514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-8206050253518612758</id><published>2011-01-03T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:38:51.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2011!!</title><content type='html'>So, this is it! 2011! Woohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I plan to blog more. Oh well, we shall see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 has been an amazing year for me. Went through many ups, many downs...learning how to live life, and be more like myself...be who God wants me to be. Juggle between many huge transitions of life. Successes, failures, hopes, disappointments....you name it! Told ya 2010 isn't gonna be the same when it came last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is 2011. And I think it is going to be way different and whole lot more amazing than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010, I did a thorough research on quite an interesting specimen. Yes. Human specimen. Don't worry, I got all the paperwork straightened out. No ethical issues involved. But mine, she is quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing.....tat tat tat daaa *trumpet blowing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPECIMEN S355164!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/TSCoIX1pszI/AAAAAAAAAIc/JO6wikOSsXw/s1600/female-robot-presenting-your-product-thumb9232562.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/TSCoIX1pszI/AAAAAAAAAIc/JO6wikOSsXw/s320/female-robot-presenting-your-product-thumb9232562.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know right? so cute...Applause please! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often hear of people saying...actions speaks louder than word. So throughout 2010, I&amp;nbsp;studied S355164.&amp;nbsp;As she lives on the motto "actions speak louder than words", the motion of action, keep doing and doing and doing and doing became so much more significant than years before.....it is good I would say, but not all&amp;nbsp; good (trust me, I experimented with it). People who keep going and going without stopping to think or ponder, begin to become more robotic, more technical, saying more of "it must be done now", more impulsive, feeling more and more busy (but are they?)...less relaxed, more uptight, results-oriented.- Labeled as the Type A Behavior (wow, I remembered! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often time, life isn't suppose to be that dead serious. See, people could miss out fun...but they thought they were doing something real important that could seriously cause world doom's day, should they stop being serious for a minute. So they punish themselves, and abstain from fun. Or rather, thinking they were&amp;nbsp;being useful,&amp;nbsp;so long as they are not associated with fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Humans....pfftt....the measure they would take just to feel a little better about themselves....LOL...I finally get to see&amp;nbsp;what it is like for S355164, working...white collar world, being in the "career-y" environment. When&amp;nbsp;the office attire is put on, many specimens, including S355164 suddenly just transform into another person. Reminds me of the Zimbardo's famous experiment (of wardens and prisoners). Even mindset could be transformed in mere split second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusing, isn't it? So in 2011, Specimen S355164 informs me that she is about to try something new. The art of balancing reality and imagination.&amp;nbsp;Why you might ask? Specimen S355164&amp;nbsp;see the importance of&amp;nbsp;equipping herself with the world's knowledge.....necessary details to allow her function in society. Yet, Specimen S355164&amp;nbsp;wants to live in a world where she is STILL allowed to dream and see those dreams come to pass (breaking away from rigidity - side effect&amp;nbsp;of aging).&amp;nbsp;Not something easily done. A little mix of hard work, perseverance, faith and hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo...she is gonna add on the FUN factor into everything she does as she accomplish her 2011 resolution! Hmm....I wonder how. Oh well, let the creative juice flow as the year unveil its surprises...! Well, it is not easy for mankind to notice the dominion of one side of the world, in all honesty. I consider Specimen S355164 quite blessed to have noticed this in the early stage (before rigidity becomes a permanent disease). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on Specimen S355164! You made it to this point, thus far. Great 2010! Yay....now get ready to dive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, 2011! Woohooo&lt;br /&gt;*wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-8206050253518612758?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/8206050253518612758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/8206050253518612758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/8206050253518612758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html' title='Happy New Year 2011!!'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/TSCoIX1pszI/AAAAAAAAAIc/JO6wikOSsXw/s72-c/female-robot-presenting-your-product-thumb9232562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-2120257262394876427</id><published>2010-12-15T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T10:43:36.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ ALONE</title><content type='html'>Greatest moments in life, are not one that allow you to have all the riches of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest moments in life, to me....is the time when I realize I just cannot do without Jesus. He becomes the most precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living a life for Christ, traveling down the road of salvation, isn't at all easy. The initial humble you could be eaten up by the hustle, bustle and events of life...living you with nothing much to give back to the One who deserves it all. Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have been relying on Him to pull you through certain issues of life, and have learnt up prinicipalities, and how they work. You have won a few battles, and know how to counter a few things in life. Then you got proud. You thought you knew it all. Do they still work today? Yes! Simply because they are God's principles. But there is no longer a need to depend on God to bring us through, because His principles work just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it builds up within you. If you are not careful, you don't even knew it exist. You didn't know you were beginning to depend on yourself. The line becomes really thin. You can claim you are doing things for Christ. But really, asking yourselves in all honesty. Is it really that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEEKNESS. The strength in humility...the cloak of humility...is the one thing that fix our eyes on Jesus. Helping us to stay in focus, on the right things in life. Helping us to realize we need Him every step we take. Help us to realize, we are nothing but just a human, and we need a Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest battle to fight, the greatest enemy, are those whom you cannot realize or see. And they are the scariest, in disguise, deceiving you. We need to depend our lives STRONGLY SOLELY on Him alone...Christ alone, will have all the glory, Christ alone is the source of strength and hope, Christ alone deserves all things, Christ alone is the One that will teach us to find life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not gain everything and lose our souls. The greatest giant in life...is SELF. We need to die to self, realize that we no longer live, but Christ who lives in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higher you go, the more battles you win, the harder to realize that pride is overtaking. We need to constantly bring ourselves down, and remind ourselves, battles won has nothing to do with our ability, or capability. It is all to do with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone...I place my trust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and find my glory in the POWER of the CROSS&lt;br /&gt;In every victory let it be said of me&lt;br /&gt;my source of strength, my source of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is CHRIST ALONE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think you know it all, is the beginning of understanding you know nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I will remember this for the rest of my life...Hope you are blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-2120257262394876427?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/2120257262394876427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/12/christ-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2120257262394876427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2120257262394876427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/12/christ-alone.html' title='Christ ALONE'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-5405351523727766196</id><published>2010-12-10T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T10:43:12.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Remember this date...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9-10 December, 2010&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Remember...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-5405351523727766196?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/5405351523727766196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/12/amazed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/5405351523727766196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/5405351523727766196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/12/amazed.html' title='Amazed'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-7074082072399257881</id><published>2010-11-30T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:00:03.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Who am I?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nothing....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Without Him....nobody.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fallen nature, fallen short in every way... of His glory...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I now finally understood what it means, that we need to live by His grace every single day, every single step of our way in our lives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because no matter how hard we try...we are imperfect. Fallen short.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that's the beauty of it all...that there is nothing we can do, to earn ourselves this grace. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Absolutely nothing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is a gift...and all we need to do is receive&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now this life...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No longer I who live, but He who lives in me... =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am blessed. Beyond word...blessed...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank You...Thank You...Thank You for all that You are. And all that I am. And the realization of who I really really am, without You =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-7074082072399257881?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/7074082072399257881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7074082072399257881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7074082072399257881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing.html' title='Nothing...'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-2516781674878759988</id><published>2010-07-28T06:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T11:41:48.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Root?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/382"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This morning after doing my devotion, as I was preparing for work...showering, I got my "Eureka" moment. Hmm...now I realize, recently I have been having a lot of "Aha" moments in the washroom. Good sign, good sign....at least it shows that time are well spent. Not wasted into nothing box or zooming into the blank sheet zone. Wanted to blog this all morning. Better blog this off before I enter into the endless printing spree...again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, I was having this "Eureka" moment...All because I was thinking of someone very dear to my heart, currently doing what she is most passionate with in her job, doing what she knows best in different parts of the world. Haha...Yesterday, a few of us got in touch with this very person, and she was telling us about the culture shocks she experienced as she was travelling. Kinda cool to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was bathing, I was thinking to myself of the different cultures around the world, then I begin to think about mine! And I got in touch with the term "China man mindset". Now, not being discriminative, I love Chinese people (because I am obviously Chinese) and I have nothing against China and its way of doing things. It is just, differences in culture. And I appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I begin to think of the way my family is structured. Wow. This is really cool....the term "China man mindset" does not only apply to the business world. Talk about my family, I grow up in a very controlled, proper, well-disciplined family. Come to think of it, running a family is like running a small country, eh? My family could be adopting the&amp;nbsp;idealogy of the China government. Haha. But then again, that's just a thought. (Don't wanna get sued for writing statements without basis in public :P)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I got to know that it is still a practice in China that boys and girls aren't allowed to sit together! They have to divide themselves. Wow...that sounds like my dearest daddy! Haha...even until I was 15 or 16, hanging out with boys in a GROUP is most of the time an offense to him! Or a guy friend offering me a ride, is totally unacceptable to him! He even claim that I can only get attached at the age of 25 (obviously I broke the rule :P). But then again, I know he is just being protective over his beloved daughter. Hee *love you daddy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are rules and regulations, like girls having have to be more homely, learning to cook, wash the dishes, doll up, be pretty, have to be seen at home most of the time...in my family, guys can escape any house chores...but girls..or I would say GIRL (I am the only daughter) has to do most of the chores! Mom wouldn't mind if brothers doesn't wash their plates...but mom make a big fuss if daughter didn't wash hers. Haha...Good discipline I would say. According to mom, I need to serve my husband in all these in future...which is true to an extent. I wouldn't mind serving my husband, but I wouldn't mind a little help either! &lt;br /&gt;Then it comes to guys being the head of the family, which is true...it is very biblical...but guys get to order the ladies around! Woot! Not that it happens all the time in my own primary family...most of us are modernized and received education on equality so on and so forth (well, at least I would fight for my rights...no chance for bullies ;P)....but I realize it happens in my extended family! The girls, being reserved and submissive...but to the extent that men get to have their says, and girls shouldn't comment so much. This is especially practiced by my Grandpa...and when girls have too much opinion...he would say: girls shouldn't talk so much....or my uncle saying: you are a girl! what do you know! Even my mom do agree to it occassionally...."we are girls, what do we know"...hmmm...I refuse to succumb to that. Yes, we are girl, yes we need to submit to the head of family, but I believe in the freedom of speech and opinions too. Haha..Oh well, as much as I would love giving my opinions, I still speak less in respect to my grandpa and uncles....Like what my mom always say: When you are under my roof, you succumb to my rules. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...not complaining here....but I come to realize all these things....they are so related by the places we come from! I realize that not only in families, but also in certain nation, culture, schools, groups of friends...etc... it is hard to just come in and bring change, shake their boats a little, shake their faith a little, with something new. They can be so attached to old practices, that they find comfort sticking to it even when it is no longer effective in the modern times. Perhaps, people do find security in rigidity? Hmmm...something to think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hazelhz.multiply.com/image/oOlQE9FkCo-hcU5lhzgQoA/photos/1M/300x300/382/untitled.jpg?et=jHgbPZKd%2CwaIGn8yxDcXBg&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a lot of places whereby freedom are not exactly easily found like the developed nations, the more you deprive the citizens of something, the more hungry they are for those things in their lives. In fact, it is most impactful to them because they don't come easy. Likewise, in my family, things are the same. The more our parents try to deprive us of something, the more desperate we are to cling on to it, and fight for it. For instance, the more my parents try to stop us from getting involved in BGR, the more we were desperate for it to try out! Or the more they try not to mention what they called "sensitive issues" (lets say forbid to eat ice cream..LOL) the more we want to find out (or the more we want to have it)! And boy....what chaos it was when information were discovered! We go underground, craving more once we got our hands on it (eating ice creams non stop in schools!) haha...this is ESPECIALLY TRUE for rebellious boys...*ahem*...and I won't deny, it has been true, even till today for me in certain areas of my life. Areas I am not accepted for, areas that I am not given liberty, and by force was obliged to submit... Hmm....ain't it a great thought? Maybe I should try deprive my members of certain things for them to be hungry for it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. I think I should send them to certain places for them to observe culture, differences, and start appreciating what they have currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder, attending Piper's Ministry, they actually teach us that there are certain spirits you will inherit coming from different nations! Now I understand why. It is true to certain extent that where you come from, does affect your upbringing, your mindsets, your thoughts, the things you find security in. And especially if it has been a practice for a long long long long time....you would find it even hard to break away from this rigidity. But as a believer, I am glad, I discover this truth....and I find that breaking away from rigidity, is a constant thing we need to do as the world evolve. As things improve. Now we wouldn't want to be labeled as backward, or irrelevant, would we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding this, makes me have more compassion for people around me. And I admit sometimes being human, I can disagree and really dislike certain values in my very own family. But understanding all these, it makes me realize why certain thoughts are being wired that way....and that I need to give more grace and compassion. I need to understand, the kind of emotions, the kind of wavelength that goes on in the brains, and what kind of anxiety they go through....I begin to love my family more. I begin to have more compassion, more grace, more understanding rather than judgments. *sweet sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/381"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/380"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hazelhz.multiply.com/image/yBtF1wC+MwJFXZmMfQ2+Cg/photos/1M/300x300/380/happyfamilyG1811-468x541.jpg?et=lyfTmiWW5lKWTw9EIcCSoQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, God for this "Eureka" moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Chinese are so grounded to sticking to their roots. It makes them feel really belong to one another, and more than that, understand and love one another even more. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;Alright, time&amp;nbsp;to go full force with work! Woosh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-2516781674878759988?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/2516781674878759988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/07/root.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2516781674878759988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2516781674878759988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/07/root.html' title='The Root?'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-3124185078210586376</id><published>2010-07-25T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:10:33.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting A Love Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/375"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/376"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/377"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/378"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On my way home, the long journey back from Taiping, I manage to catch some reading on the "Love Revolution" written by Joyce Meyer (most of the journey I was half asleep :P)...I read on how love revolution should come about, and boy...Joyce Meyer is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/375"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hazelhz.multiply.com/image/e17ZbgVNat488O211Dc0kA/photos/1M/300x300/375/love-revolution.jpg?et=LzRwgA9BpYXKd3lHKj6qAQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mentioned that there was once she asked God, how can He see the hurts and pains in the world and do nothing? And then God answered her: That is why He need His people as a vessel to do something in this fallen world. Often we talk about how fallen today's world is, how bad things are this and that....but rarely, any of us actually take any action to do something about it. We all agree that the world needs help, needs love....but none of us actually step out and be the one in the field,doing the helping, the loving. All we could do was just throw words like "somebody should do something!"....somebody who? somebody but not me....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/377"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hazelhz.multiply.com/image/BFWsKYLG4IDMbQuReqAjug/photos/1M/300x300/377/love-you.jpg?et=rq2fXM4ORSQKlRvCTvsErg&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading that book....ONLY the first chapter, I really felt tears welling in my eyes. I read the short articles she posted up about sex trafficking, sex slavery, children who know nothing but their bodies being abused, malnutrition, street kids....Who is there to put a stop to this? Who is there to tell them there's hope, there are more to life? Often we are so caught up with preaching the gospel of love, when the one thing they need is really....just an act of love! We fail to do that....we go around these people, giving them tracts about the gospel....But we did not go into their lives, step into their world, get our hands dirty...and let them know there are still others who care about their lives....who love them. Are we then, a salt that make a difference in this world? Or a salt that loses it taste? or a lamp under the shades....not shining?&lt;br /&gt;After reading that, with deep compassion in my heart....I told God in my very own simple prayer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;- I want to help children in sex slavery&lt;br /&gt;- I want to help children without homes &lt;br /&gt;- I want to do something about malnutrition problem&lt;br /&gt;- I want to help defiant and rebellious people&lt;br /&gt;- I wanna give them a sense of hope, destiny, purpose and dreams, a greater vision to live for&lt;br /&gt;- I want them to know they worth far greater than what the society has define them and&lt;br /&gt;- I hope to make a difference in the lives of the children who has no power to change their circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I have prayed this prayer before. But that's it! Nothing more. A wishful thinking...So, I told Melvyn about it as he was driving along the rainy highway. Thus, after reaching KL, and catching a movie (The Sorceror's Apprentice....BOY, its a MUST WATCH! ...very good)....Melvyn decided to take me for a little tour in KL....He said this: Bee, I will bring you to the world that needs Christ very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drove me around Chow Kit Road. And the common people should know what to expect there. Many broken people without homes, prostitutes, lusting men.....people who probably lose recognition of their own identities...I don't know. According to Melvyn, what I saw tonight was very very minimal. Usually there were more around. The sight of it was devastating. Not that they were ugly, or there was anything obscene. They were just merely standing by the streets. But it breaks my heart to see them having have to do that. To not know the true meaning to life! There are so many ways to earn....do they know that? Or are they bounded to syndicates...what is exactly going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/378"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/379"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hazelhz.multiply.com/image/O2MIj5oRg3o-OnUg+Ad9tQ/photos/1M/300x300/379/street-child07.jpg?et=BT9C08scyZXjCZ9gyo7ayw&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone to help them? Is there anyone to stop this? Is there anyone to love them, letting them know how much they worth...and that there are more things to do! Is there anything to be done! I really wish I know what I can do. I hope I can make a difference...Compassion is not enough. Something needs to be done. Someone needs to let them know they are loved....not for the services they can give....but for WHO THEY REALLY ARE! Someone needs to let them know, there is no need to give and yet they can freely receive love without condition....This is LOVE REVOLUTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start a LOVE REVOLUTION. So badly. It is easy...well, I won't say totally easy...but it is definitely easier to show love to those who comes to cell group, fellowship with us....those who are within the circles of our reach. People who are at least more similar, or rather do not divert that far from our values. It is easier to be in touch with those (even though may have very messy past or lives) who are naturally more in par with where we come from. But what about those who are really really different? Those who have been devalued all their lives? Those who are totally not within our reach? The poor, the needy, the abused, those out in the brutal streets? Those who need to fight for survival eversince they were little kids? Those without a chance for proper education, or even a home? What about those whom these words "I understand" is not applicable because we truly cannot begin to understand or imagine the ordeals and pains they need to go through? How do you revive trust, and love for those whose love and hope has been shattered to pieces, thrown down the drain, trampled over and over and over and over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/377"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/378"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hazelhz.multiply.com/image/PkvpYB3weatd+d86UU3y8Q/photos/1M/300x300/378/shattered-love.jpg?et=0MaEj5zlKB01HiIrflJPSA&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do? What can I do. I have compassion. But what can I actually DO? Where do I start? How do I go about it? What can I provide? Is there an actual, trustable, truly loving resource that is able to give hope (not false hope), security and love to them? &lt;br /&gt;Really...Lately God has given me so much ideas, so many things to do. I have begin to think of new ways to expand in career....Now, I am being challenged to be more radical in loving the people God loves. Fuh, maybe should tell God to give a pause for me to cope all first. Else, everything become NATO. No action, Talk Only. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my qustion is, where do I start? Can I find a proper, genuine foundation to be involved with on this? Hmm....this is really something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start a Love Revolution, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/375"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/376"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.hazelhz.multiply.com/image/N213CpFTNbV5lYTtSfN-2A/photos/1M/300x300/376/It-Is-Time-For-A-Love-Revolution-7.jpg?et=oCJQm7NQK%2BdgkGtVC6flJQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wow...Imagine, reading the 1st chapter spark so much thoughts! Can't wait to finish the whole book...must be totally life-changing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two cents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, world. God loves you. I love you too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-3124185078210586376?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/3124185078210586376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/07/starting-love-revolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/3124185078210586376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/3124185078210586376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/07/starting-love-revolution.html' title='Starting A Love Revolution'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-2944764334652888898</id><published>2010-07-23T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T08:14:24.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22.7.2010</title><content type='html'>It has been long since I blogged.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Would like to record down the very important moments in my life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apart from being attached currently (LOL...surely you have a lot of revelations and depend on God more than ever)....I have been feeling that something within was awaiting to breakthrough.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Recently I couldn't stop thanking God that I am alive at a time such as this. Being such a dynamic church. My mind has been constantly blown away again and again and again...From Asia Conference, to Services with AR Bernard, To Pastor Andrew Gray, and then Pastor John Andrews...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just felt something within expanded. And I begin to think of ways to really do more things, within the CG, with my life, with my family, with my work....Just felt my perception change altogether and especially now being in a relationship, I believe both Melvyn and I can do even more to bring down the Kingdom of God...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was amazed by all these amazing speakers challenging my mindset, my heart over and over again....and wow...God is just amazing. Perhaps I should consider going SOT sooner! Hahaha....Hmm...but right now, whatever revelation He has given me, is more than enough for me to work for at this stage. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can't wait to hear more, see more and do more with God...! Woooohoooo!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Loving Jesus more and more everyday!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-2944764334652888898?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/2944764334652888898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/07/2272010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2944764334652888898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2944764334652888898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/07/2272010.html' title='22.7.2010'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-2314885406059715869</id><published>2010-04-08T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:06:15.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Celebration 2010</title><content type='html'>Today, I had a delayed, elaborated and wonderful celebration with my cell members. They lied to me....saying that they were suppose to celebrate Charis' birthday...and lied to Charis that they were suppose to celebrate my birthday! Haha...Ok...I thought to myself...that is quite a smart move, eh? However, this is what my cute members did. They rented the Station ONE stage, and made a deal with station one that they can sing a few songs. Melvyn, Yi Zhen and Kevin Rimas were present too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75elN7nURI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y9igv8b8Zbg/s1600/08042010891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75elN7nURI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y9igv8b8Zbg/s320/08042010891.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So the moment we stepped in, they sang some "jolly fellow" song to welcome us. And that was finally when we realized they were celebrating both our birthdays. And then...sat us down directly in front of the stage. Jireh and Grace, emcees of the night.....Jireh fill up the gap of time onstage with some other emo songs. We had personal waitresses (Tress and Grace), getting our orders (fuh...talk about efficiency, we acted before the waiter comes to take order). WUAH...felt like a princess honestly! All needs MET! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75eQKdUTNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PK3xnzEqvgs/s1600/08042010882.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75eQKdUTNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PK3xnzEqvgs/s320/08042010882.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75eUnNH1fI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Y0QWkb0y0LQ/s1600/08042010883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75eUnNH1fI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Y0QWkb0y0LQ/s320/08042010883.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75eZQPs7SI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YH3hPGYdgx8/s1600/08042010884.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75eZQPs7SI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YH3hPGYdgx8/s320/08042010884.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then, while waiting for our food...my members went up onstage again and sang the song....The Climb...by Miley Cyrus....this song touches my heart the most, looking at everyone of them singing with all their heart. Those who are close to me, they would indeed know this song means something to all of us as cell group members. Haha...:) So touched!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then each of them, went onstage one by one, shared their testimonies and hearts out about how they truly appreciate Charis and me (will upload their testimonies soon). We were both beyond speechless. Didn't realize that they could remember all the things done together! Some I couldn't even remember if I did :)....Truly a touching moment. Huhuhu~ T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then, after some singings, makan, we played some game (Sabo people drink weird drink), then present presentation!!! tanaaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75eyUNwI1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/zltbhao1pnc/s1600/09042010892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75eyUNwI1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/zltbhao1pnc/s320/09042010892.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75e9Ji9phI/AAAAAAAAAG8/v-j6SmGNNyk/s1600/09042010895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75e9Ji9phI/AAAAAAAAAG8/v-j6SmGNNyk/s320/09042010895.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;speaking about present. my choir member celebrated my birthday last Saturday too! With the sampat people...and boy!! They gave me a super wonderful big present!!! See...see...xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75fHdCmSiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WKS-eBaiDo0/s1600/25853_427492706608_684991608_5538673_5447592_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75fHdCmSiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WKS-eBaiDo0/s320/25853_427492706608_684991608_5538673_5447592_n.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75e-324YAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ExbbaQ38y6k/s1600/25853_427492541608_684991608_5538641_4957331_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75e-324YAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ExbbaQ38y6k/s320/25853_427492541608_684991608_5538641_4957331_n.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75e_lxgCvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pz_hbPVBWwg/s1600/25853_427492766608_684991608_5538685_3928258_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75e_lxgCvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pz_hbPVBWwg/s320/25853_427492766608_684991608_5538685_3928258_n.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75e-OdCUcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Iy5rgDX1Jn4/s1600/25853_427492531608_684991608_5538639_2380780_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75e-OdCUcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Iy5rgDX1Jn4/s320/25853_427492531608_684991608_5538639_2380780_n.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Not only them, Shirley, my beautiful, anointed, special leadear...and some few close people in subzone were there to celebrate Anna and my birthday too! Gosh...we are so blessed and honored!! :) Feel so LOVED! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75fAv4N5EI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Dl1VdUZ5lE/s1600/x2_1053409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75fAv4N5EI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Dl1VdUZ5lE/s320/x2_1053409.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75etfSVbFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/t03ZG5gv7nU/s1600/09042010893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75etfSVbFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/t03ZG5gv7nU/s320/09042010893.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75e4F7fv3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/bQxx585UjGU/s1600/09042010894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75e4F7fv3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/bQxx585UjGU/s320/09042010894.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So back to my cell members celebration, after everything, some sharing on my part...touching touching...singing that's what friends are for...(so cute right?...we actually sang it so loud in station one....competing with the stereo...haha)....Kevin praying for us....we went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I really enjoyed the birthday. Beyond the celebration, the thing that cause me to feel really loved, blessed and honored....is looking back at their lives before...and now...how they came a long way to where they are today...how they fought, struggle through, decide, fall, get up...and just keep going......I feel so privileged to be loved by these amazing bunch of people.....they do not know this, but it is truly an honor that I am given the opportunity to be part of their lives...I wouldn't want to have it any other way...They are indeed my family! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75eeUB3faI/AAAAAAAAAGU/m5OCCXficYM/s1600/08042010888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75eeUB3faI/AAAAAAAAAGU/m5OCCXficYM/s320/08042010888.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Love all of you. Keep shining, keep smiling knowing you (I) can always count on me (you)...for sure! That's what friends are FOR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-2314885406059715869?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/2314885406059715869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-celebration-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2314885406059715869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2314885406059715869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-celebration-2010.html' title='Birthday Celebration 2010'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S75elN7nURI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y9igv8b8Zbg/s72-c/08042010891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-2447629204765203258</id><published>2010-03-11T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:58:55.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empowerment Meeting!</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, I went to Chinese Church to draw from my ever beloved leader,  Shirley Boon. Boy, her message yet again so relevant and  so.......NECESSARY!! I think I need to do that whenever I am free on Sundays. Her  ONE word always changes life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After listening to her message, immediately that Sunday itself, I decided, I need to  have an empowerment meeting. I need to preach and motivate my core about this!  About seeking God. It is so important.We often know the why, but not the  what...not how to do it....we are too used to the routine. Becoming robots, that  we lose the true reason behind it all. The truth is, you don't pray because you  have problems, you don't pray because you are a Christian, you don't pray  because you have to fulfill a religious duty....you pray TO LOVE! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, I  cannot begin to tell you the sermon now, else I would be violating her copyright  XP....hehee...anyway....I wrote everything down that Sunday morning....and I was  eager to start an empowerment meeting that very day. My members couldn't make it on Sunday  night, so we shift it to Wednesday. That Tuesday night I was in Shirley's place  just chatting away with few others...etc....and then I told her I need to prepare my empowerment  meeting material for Wednesday night. I didn't even tell her I was going to share what she preached  last Sunday. She just told me...let me send you my last Sunday's material in  English Version! I was SOOOOOOO shocked. How did she even know my heart? Haha... and I nodded eagerly of course! That would make life SO MUCH easier!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So last  night, we had empowerment meeting. The presence of God was so strong. It was  such a joy to see these people experiencing continual revival in their hearts,  drawing and clinging on to the presence of God...Just worshipping Him...and  that's it! No agenda. A lot of time core members always have to rush this rush  that for cell group, for service, make sure things are taken care of.....it is  good...but there are TOO MANY NOISES. Rarely, people would take time to just sit  down and listen...and just enjoy the presence of God. Sometimes, they don't even know how....or forget how to draw from the presence of God again. But last night....it was  just us...soaking in the presence of God. Period.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last challenge I left  for them to ponder....and for all of you as well.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Truly to seek God,  you need to die to yourself. But would you rather leave everything that you  DESIRE and WANT to just be in the presence of God.....or decide to pursue your  dreams, achieve success, go after everything you want....but lose the presence  of God forever? :) sometimes you cannot have both. Sometimes, some things need  to be sacrificed. What would you do?:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jeng Jeng Jeng. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let's be empowered ourselves by seeking God's face every single day. That you will not move or go anywhere without the presence of God with you. You do not need an empowerment meeting to experience God time in time out. You just need one thing....desperation for God.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;toodles!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-2447629204765203258?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/2447629204765203258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/03/empowerment-meeting_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2447629204765203258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2447629204765203258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/03/empowerment-meeting_10.html' title='Empowerment Meeting!'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-3225893057032588125</id><published>2010-02-10T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:57:34.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Won't be able to online for many more days to come in Taiping. In fact, haven't been really onlining for 3 weeks.....pfftt&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Currently in dad's office trying to load myself with the countless numbers of email. woohoo! fun. Anything urgent, do not hesitate to call me or sms me peeps. Till I see all of you again (very soon)....Happyy Chinese New Year!!!! :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-3225893057032588125?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/3225893057032588125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/02/internet-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/3225893057032588125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/3225893057032588125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/02/internet-down.html' title='Internet Down'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-2675741230505088772</id><published>2010-01-21T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:40:00.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing it Right!</title><content type='html'>I learned a really really valuable lesson today. Last night, as I was challenging my member to do the right thing, the morning, I was faced with the dilemma of doing what is right but could possibly jeopardize the trust of another person, or keep the trust, and just ignore doing the right thing. Then I repeatedly questioned myself, if I was in the position of advising a member, what would I have asked him or her to do?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then immediately, I decided, I wanted to do the right thing. Regardless of the consequences, I just want to live up to my words, and also because I truly truly want one thing only. That my focus would be God. Doing His will, doing what pleases Him. Not the world. Not an easy decision, as I would honestly admit that the moment it was done, there were so many things running through my mind. Negative consequences, and what possibly would happen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, I suddenly was reminded by my member, telling me that he could not bear the thought of his future. And it struck me like a rebuke. Immediately I texted a best friend, and I prayed. God spoke one thing to me: "Hazel, it is no longer about whether people would understand or not, it is about doing the right thing. Your focus  is Me, and nothing else." Right then, I just felt peace, I moved on and I was happy. Liberated that I have done the right thing, and I no longer want to allow whatever thoughts to make me worry about something that has not even happen. Or rather, worry about things that should not even affect me. I just find peace that I have done the right thing. And that's it. No burdens!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was very happy with my new found peace. Few hours later, I received a call from a person, and find that everything was totally awesome. My suspicion of negative reactions of consequences were way pass behind. God made it all happen for good. The person was blessed, I was blessed. I felt so much better that I was not just a kisser, but I did what was necessary for a good cause. Then, minutes later, I received a call from my member. He told me he did the right thing, and it turned out well too. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That moment, I felt the presence of God overwhelming me. It was an assuring feeling that doing the right thing can never go wrong. That I have lived up to what I preached. That He always have my back. Even though if it is a risk, even though others may not understand...But when you choose to act beyond your emotions, beyond your imagination, beyond your perception of how the consequences would be, beyond what you can comprehend....(JUST DO IT RIGHT)....and when your focus is right, it all turned out just so amazingly well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Truly, I emphasize, it is not always comfortable, easy or popular to do the right thing. But when you choose to do it despite of the risk you are putting yourself into, you will never regret it. Because you rest in the fact, that you have done what is necessary, and you have done the will of God. No burdens....=)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;God is so  amazing. I love life, and I love learning so much about all these. I may make mistakes at times, but I m really enjoying this journey so much. I can't wait to see what He has in store for me in times to come. And most of all, I want to fall in love with Him...again and again. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-2675741230505088772?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/2675741230505088772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/doing-it-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2675741230505088772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2675741230505088772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/doing-it-right.html' title='Doing it Right!'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-2825878000289654467</id><published>2010-01-20T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:06:13.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Surrender</title><content type='html'>A baby step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to surrender totally, knowing that my future will be taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing what I can on my part, and letting go what I cannot hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbling myself....shedding off the worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding rest in the place I surrender.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-2825878000289654467?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/2825878000289654467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/learning-to-surrender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2825878000289654467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2825878000289654467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/learning-to-surrender.html' title='Learning to Surrender'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-7634440404170550867</id><published>2010-01-19T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:40:39.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey of E30 and E45</title><content type='html'>download the slides&lt;a href="http://hazelhz.multiply.com/journal/item/89/Journey_of_E30_and_E45"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;microsoft powerpoint 2007. should there be problems with the sequence or music file, let me know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="multiply:no_crosspost"&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/150877721865369675-7634440404170550867?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/7634440404170550867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/journey-of-e30-and-e45.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7634440404170550867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7634440404170550867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/journey-of-e30-and-e45.html' title='Journey of E30 and E45'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-7743531427390626450</id><published>2010-01-18T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T04:44:41.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another song!</title><content type='html'>Entitled: Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Min-ie Choong through a telephone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuhh...ooohh...and I am graduating soon! YipeeeEEee!! May not be one of the best students nor the creamsss of the crop, but I am satisfied with the results I get. Goal achieved! One of 2009 resolution ACCOMPLISHED! Yeah! =))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-7743531427390626450?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/7743531427390626450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7743531427390626450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7743531427390626450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-song.html' title='Another song!'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-8003494954415651242</id><published>2010-01-18T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:43:43.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition Period &amp; Missing you missing me!</title><content type='html'>Past few weeks till the very day, I have received many messages and posts about my members missing me. So to E30 and E45, just so you guys know, I miss&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp; you&amp;nbsp;very very very much as well. You guys are like family to me. 2010 is a bigger journey for all of us. So sad beginning of this year I am&amp;nbsp;unable to&amp;nbsp;be there to experience the heat together. But, I believe you guys can feel my 'kerinduan' from afar. Haha. And I have heard so many&amp;nbsp;stories,&amp;nbsp;breakthroughs, passions and fire about all of&amp;nbsp;you.&amp;nbsp;I m really&amp;nbsp;really proud of how all of you have grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys, for always sustaining me, running my vision, and making things happen. I truly truly appreciate you guys so so much. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S1NlNOiKlTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/blnJsXnr4AA/s1600-h/13122009334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S1NlNOiKlTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/blnJsXnr4AA/s400/13122009334.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S1NlNh64EFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VJGRqriOSdc/s1600-h/6334_107501193662_597488662_2246757_7801047_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S1NlNh64EFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VJGRqriOSdc/s400/6334_107501193662_597488662_2246757_7801047_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly the best is yet to come, amen? 2010 we are going to penetrate new areas and do greater things for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in hometown, and I love being at home. So relaxed, so taken care of, and prone to laziness...hahaha....However, this holiday, I have learned so much, that I believed it is preparing me for the next season. I have gone through things here, as well as have many realisations. Like I always say, I love holidays. It is these times that I am not occupied by too many things, and are able to draw near to God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been preparing myself for a transition season to the working world, working life. Cannot be not disciplined anymore. Need to sleep early. Have to learn to manage finances even more now, since I am already taking full responsibilities of my own finances, and also have to learn to adapt to the working world (don't know what to expect as I always say that I m not street smart). Learning to be practical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through this period, I realized that I&amp;nbsp;can be overly worried about things&amp;nbsp;at times. I often have the inclination&amp;nbsp;of wanting&amp;nbsp;to plan and make things perfect! No&amp;nbsp;room for mistakes!&amp;nbsp;But the fact is human will make mistakes and it is okay to bang a few walls and learn from them. So I have decided to be less judgmental about my capability in adapting to the working world, and less fearful of consequences that are not even happening! I indeed cannot do much, but with God....I am limitless, man! Haha...I can do anything. I am invincible :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is! I am preparing myself....and I believe I am gonna be awesome. I will learn and do great. I am believing God for a great experience and journey with Him once again this year in 2010. I have a feeling I am gonna really be directed toward my destiny this year. It would be a clearer picture.&amp;nbsp;CAN'T WAIT to see what is in store!&amp;nbsp;It's gonna be the best year yet. Like what Pastor Derek said: Glory to glory...Woohoo! I am excited! And I am excited about seeing&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;college mates, cell members, choir members, outreach members, friends, leaders&amp;nbsp;again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-8003494954415651242?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/8003494954415651242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/transition-period-missing-you-missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/8003494954415651242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/8003494954415651242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/transition-period-missing-you-missing.html' title='Transition Period &amp; Missing you missing me!'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/S1NlNOiKlTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/blnJsXnr4AA/s72-c/13122009334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-5744470323423269787</id><published>2010-01-12T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:11:09.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not easy....</title><content type='html'>I was just chatting with a very close girl friend last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy we both agree....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live in a non christian setting where there is little grace and mercy,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to live an example in a place where there is little support,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;All our lives living in that same home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We have gotten used to the environment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have gotten used to the way we talk to our siblings, our parents....and it is very difficult to change it&lt;br /&gt;Gotten used to the fact that we are brought up in a certain way,&lt;br /&gt;And when we stepped home, somehow the OLD TIME laziness creeped in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But those things we never experience when we are far from home! Somehow when you get into the comforts of home, everything else seems to be harder. And it hits you even harder when your family begin to connect your weaknesses and your bad habits with your beliefs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But both me and&amp;nbsp;my dear friend&amp;nbsp;agreed. That these are all merely excuses. Truly, as in psychology we study,&amp;nbsp; it is very easy to be susceptible to your old habits when you are in a familiar environment (for example, drug addicts are much more inclined to their drug habits when they take it in a familiar place).....But home is where we always have to go back. And we definitely need to shine in there. So we have to all make a decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What do we do? We fight! The flesh and the weak will. And we pray even more. And we depend on God even more. And everyday waking up, we have to decide to make a difference and kick off old habits. At times, we fall, at times we may not do well....but tomorrow, we try again. And we keep trying until we succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The danger does not come when you are faced with temptation, nor when you fall...the danger comes when you gave up trying...and just succumb to whatever comes, and stop caring about what is most important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't give up my friend. Whatever battles you are fighting. It is worth it :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="78" src="http://www.funxite.com/media/136-fighting-squirrels.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 395px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 697px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funxite.com/media/136-fighting-squirrels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="326" ps="true" src="http://www.funxite.com/media/136-fighting-squirrels.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ya Chaaaa!&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/150877721865369675-5744470323423269787?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/5744470323423269787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/5744470323423269787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/5744470323423269787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-easy.html' title='It&apos;s not easy....'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-7858633311209180519</id><published>2010-01-06T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:23:03.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wrote a song....</title><content type='html'>It is called....All for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dedication to the Greatest Love I have ever received.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-7858633311209180519?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/7858633311209180519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-wrote-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7858633311209180519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7858633311209180519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-wrote-song.html' title='Just wrote a song....'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-7635356812918822486</id><published>2010-01-05T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:35:15.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Interviews</title><content type='html'>The Job interviews were so interesting and such an eye opening experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...more open doors!!! And I have finally realized stepping into interviewing and the working world is not that scary after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhaa...thanks to all those who have prayed and supported me. You guys are gems!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-7635356812918822486?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/7635356812918822486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/job-interviews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7635356812918822486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7635356812918822486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2010/01/job-interviews.html' title='Job Interviews'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-336353935476543206</id><published>2009-12-30T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:53:28.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta ta ta naa......Superwoman!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just checking some old emails and discovered this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/Sztc-iI-QXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bxePBzOxnjc/s1600-h/superwoman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/Sztc-iI-QXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bxePBzOxnjc/s320/superwoman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My very adorable member, Daniel Tham....sent me this to encourage and compliment me as superwoman. Hahaha.... Even though I do not have such a *ahem* fit and *cough cough* nice figure as the woman in the picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But still...very heart warming (Aw...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know right? He's such a gem.&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; (Don't be jealous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A random post just for the sake of publishing this picture. Cause I find it funny. teehee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for the day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/150877721865369675-336353935476543206?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/336353935476543206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/ta-ta-ta-naasuperwoman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/336353935476543206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/336353935476543206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/ta-ta-ta-naasuperwoman.html' title='Ta ta ta naa......Superwoman!!'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/Sztc-iI-QXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bxePBzOxnjc/s72-c/superwoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-8219195230208273788</id><published>2009-12-30T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:34:09.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need You</title><content type='html'>More than ever now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding tight.....in the misty hazy roads ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Behold.....the Awesome journey is about to be discovered! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ke de bop*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-8219195230208273788?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/8219195230208273788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/8219195230208273788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/8219195230208273788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-you.html' title='I need You'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-1979836847126161268</id><published>2009-12-30T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:56:00.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new season...</title><content type='html'>Wow. Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to step into the sea of working world in no time.Woohoo! There is a certain amount of excitement, yet also a certain amount of nervousness. Big complex of mixed feeling. Haha... because I do not really know what to expect in the corporate world and the true working world out there. I admit I am not exactly super street smart.....training and exposure is totally necessary. Haha...XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am willing to learn. And I know with God I can do all things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to dwell in the peace of God, and trust that with Him I can overcome the world.World, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOSSHHH! *super girl flies to mission*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-1979836847126161268?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/1979836847126161268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/1979836847126161268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/1979836847126161268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-season.html' title='A new season...'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-2590031914201958264</id><published>2009-12-30T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:23:55.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to make my own decision</title><content type='html'>I do not know how to convince some people to believe sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not giving up. Not discouraged nor&amp;nbsp; trampled down. I don't need to prove anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe I can make it. And I know and I know I can make life decisions on my own. I may fail, but I am not afraid to fall. Things should not be so protected sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God on my side, I will be alright. God will be my guide. I am ready. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARGE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-2590031914201958264?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/2590031914201958264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-make-my-own-decision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2590031914201958264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/2590031914201958264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-make-my-own-decision.html' title='I want to make my own decision'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-7547167992058202143</id><published>2009-12-29T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:29:55.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua Generation</title><content type='html'>As I was doing my devotion today, this desire truly sink really deeply into my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly desire to be the Joshua Generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://hazelsawhz.blogspot.com/2009/12/joshua-generation.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read more =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, send me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-7547167992058202143?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/7547167992058202143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/joshua-generation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7547167992058202143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7547167992058202143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/joshua-generation.html' title='Joshua Generation'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-7240943144495843809</id><published>2009-12-29T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:09:38.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar &amp; Bodyguards and Assasins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow; color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUST WATCH!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I couldn't emphasize it more. See the red, bold, highlight, big fonts, exclamation marks and caps on?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both movies blown me away in very different manner. Super good. FIVE thumbs up (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzjiPmLXv1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1Q9o7T3Vv5M/s1600-h/Avatar-Teaser-Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzjiPmLXv1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1Q9o7T3Vv5M/s320/Avatar-Teaser-Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzjiSiJ4sqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/T1KwcI9lxVw/s1600-h/428px-Bodyguards_and_Assassins_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzjiSiJ4sqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/T1KwcI9lxVw/s320/428px-Bodyguards_and_Assassins_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, for Bodyguards and Assasins, according to Crystal, everyone (as in movie stars) wants to be part of the movie because it marks the history of China. So, even though Jacky Cheung had a very very short and brief role in the movie, he is willing to be part of it. Wow. Talk about patrioticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, I shall not elaborate much about these two movies. Just watch it. Trust me you will not regret it one bit :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Signing out. ZZZzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/150877721865369675-7240943144495843809?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/7240943144495843809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar-bodyguards-and-assasins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7240943144495843809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7240943144495843809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar-bodyguards-and-assasins.html' title='Avatar &amp; Bodyguards and Assasins'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzjiPmLXv1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/1Q9o7T3Vv5M/s72-c/Avatar-Teaser-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-1443078293581460497</id><published>2009-12-28T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:18:25.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>I remember, when I was studying for my final exam, I was thinking to myself. This is probably going to be last time I am holding these books reading. I probably wouldn't have the chance to rush for thesis, assignments, and study for exams. I suddenly felt as though I was about to grow up, and I felt nostalgic about things. No more college life, no more being childish and people would understand. Time to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, coming to the end of 2009. Things are becoming more and more real. No more fooling around Hazel. Time to step into the marketplace, time to work, time to grab all the opportunities at hand and make a difference. The time is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reflect upon 2009, and all the goodness and favor I have experienced, I am so grateful and thankful for all that have happened. 2009 have been an amazing year. I still remember I have label for each year. 2007 was the year of breakthrough for me because for the first time in life, I have experienced breakthroughs after breakthroughs like never before in my life. Then breakthroughs become very common, I experience it almost every season. 2008 was the year that I felt most expanded. Many expansion going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally 2009, 2009 was yet the most amazing years of my life. I had more expansions, more breakthroughs, and most importantly, in 2009 was the first time ever I felt so so unspeakably grateful that I am alive at such a time like these. Going through what I went through. Good and bad. Feeling up, feeling down.....struggling through to be a better me...yet, I felt most closest to Him. Looking back at 2009, true there are things that I have planned and I achieved, there are goals which I did not get to achieve....But, I savor every moment of it, because 2009 have been the year that I LEARNT so so so so so much about life that I felt so grateful going through so much be it the good or the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall label 2009 as the year that I finally see things through God's eyes. Learning to appreciate so so much each and every season as well as experiences I went through. I have honestly never felt as appreciative as I have right now. First time in life I felt so favored and so grateful that I wished 2009 needn't have to come to an end. Words really cannot express. Nonetheless, as nostalgic as we may be, we all still need to grow up! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know 2010 is going to be a year of transition for me in many areas. And I know it is not going to be easy. But ever since I steped into City Harvest, each year has been better and better. I know the best is yet to come. 2010 is going to be yet another year filled with wonders and amazement. I can't wait. Planning out goals and visions, wanting to RUN my life vision even more, DISCOVER more of my destiny, be STRONGER in circumstances, and CLOSER to my First Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for 2010. Are you? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-1443078293581460497?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/1443078293581460497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/1443078293581460497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/1443078293581460497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-7691408347101879721</id><published>2009-12-27T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:23:05.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Saws are  in Unison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phew...Past week, I have been shopping and shopping and shopping non-stop for DAYS. Well, that is because my dearest mummy was around in KL, and honestly I admire the strength of her legs. She could walk from morning, till the mall closes at night! We have gone to many many different places like Sungei Wang, Pavilion, Time Square, One Utama, Sunway Pyramid...etc etc (not to mention the other days when my mom shop without me....fuh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I guess, I have compensated my lack of exercise for the WHOLE YEAR within just few days....muahahhaa...and oh boy, I love the dresses I bought. I got to wear them for a shopping spree one of the days. And seriously, it feels different when you wear dress. Normally, I wear t-shirt and jeans, and you can walk pass anybody without anyone noticing your existence. This time, when I wore this new dress.....well, not to say that more people notice me because I was pretty, but....you know how people often notice a very tall, long-legged girl, with long flowy hair, strong perfume scent, and pretty dresses, and sharp heels passing by? Not because they are particularly pretty, but your reflexes just somehow turn around to give a second look...like there's a magnet?? Am I hearing a NO? Ok, let's be honest....I NOTICE THEM TOO! ahakz....well, that was how I felt at least that day. Haha...except that I only fulfill ONE of the many criterias. That is the pretty dress....nyiahahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you see, sometimes what you wear influences how the crowd looks at you. No wonder, it is important to wear very nicely and appropriately during interviews. So here is my pretty dress...One of it.....Well, it might be unpretty to you, but I LIKE IT! *wiggle*.....so here here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdIhgVTz2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/PirSaU_cwk0/s1600-h/24122009352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdIhgVTz2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/PirSaU_cwk0/s320/24122009352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;without cardigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdICnym4II/AAAAAAAAACs/tNNdALKRpzA/s1600-h/24122009345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdICnym4II/AAAAAAAAACs/tNNdALKRpzA/s320/24122009345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with cardigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to mention some other pictures I took during shopping. Hahahhaa...I was a little bored XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdJ-8w732I/AAAAAAAAAC8/xej8LZCZ9A4/s1600-h/22122009340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdJ-8w732I/AAAAAAAAAC8/xej8LZCZ9A4/s320/22122009340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And presenting...the Heineken Christmas Tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh boy...uh....I experienced snow at Pavilion too. But phone died, so no pictures....Anyhoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is some pictures from my dad's birthday. Imagine your earthly dad and your heavenly daddy has the same birthday! So cool Right?!! Yea so it was Christmas, and everybody was all dressed up to a very prestigious hotel for a dinner. Well, I thought it was Taiping, and you needn't have to dress really super nice...So obviously from the picture below you can see I am underdressed compared to everyone else...=_='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdLZkZg72I/AAAAAAAAADk/dvVJE5jktRg/s1600-h/25122009364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdLZkZg72I/AAAAAAAAADk/dvVJE5jktRg/s320/25122009364.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But it is okay! I still have fun!! And uh, there is a sky bar at the rooftop! with swimming pools....so we got into camwhoring mode and tadaa...these are the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdKT2VRNBI/AAAAAAAAADE/DBHKwd8ugR0/s1600-h/25122009355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdKT2VRNBI/AAAAAAAAADE/DBHKwd8ugR0/s320/25122009355.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdKzG7xZMI/AAAAAAAAADM/GDywE4Uym0Y/s1600-h/25122009359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdKzG7xZMI/AAAAAAAAADM/GDywE4Uym0Y/s320/25122009359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thats my beautiful mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdLV5LtoMI/AAAAAAAAADc/cVPh6Y8EEVw/s1600-h/25122009360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdLV5LtoMI/AAAAAAAAADc/cVPh6Y8EEVw/s320/25122009360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that's the very pretty daughter XP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdLgUM0yGI/AAAAAAAAADs/u1hwdnfshY0/s1600-h/25122009363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdLgUM0yGI/AAAAAAAAADs/u1hwdnfshY0/s320/25122009363.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;second brother with his muscle hands (we call him Popeye) with his pretty girlfriend (we call her Olivia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;oooo....a perfect match! teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdLqR7QKtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EqxyWKf0KR4/s1600-h/25122009369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdLqR7QKtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EqxyWKf0KR4/s320/25122009369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;big brother and girlfriend...aheemm....wedding bells wedding bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And finally we got home for the traditional cake cutting ceremony. TADDAA....dad was all shy, but we forced him to do it anyway...teeheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdL7mPJxQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/I9n3hqwy-EA/s1600-h/25122009371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdL7mPJxQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/I9n3hqwy-EA/s320/25122009371.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdMDcknYHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3GzWIT7sYRo/s1600-h/25122009375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdMDcknYHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3GzWIT7sYRo/s320/25122009375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdLR4yX23I/AAAAAAAAADU/Eq08zZUin4A/s1600-h/25122009377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdLR4yX23I/AAAAAAAAADU/Eq08zZUin4A/s320/25122009377.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And there my three monkey brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2nd bro: Look at my muscles man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1st bro: Oh my new touchscreen mobile is more interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Little bro: *sneer* Don't he realize he looks like an alien? (in the heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hazel: (The camera person)...nyiahahah...I get to type and say what I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdMjgFDpXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/erBlOsuuw_M/s1600-h/26122009380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdMjgFDpXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/erBlOsuuw_M/s320/26122009380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thats me. I plan to bring this to Bali as a beach hat. So cute right? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then the next day, again they decided to bring me to another prestigious hotel in Taiping. ( I wonder how many big pretty hotels were opened while I was gone? Oh gosh...)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdMz87KHtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hcamTAA27pk/s1600-h/26122009390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdMz87KHtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hcamTAA27pk/s320/26122009390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdMqttmqfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lO_udhISJkQ/s1600-h/26122009389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdMqttmqfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lO_udhISJkQ/s320/26122009389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdMLhnok1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HQgTiapXzNk/s1600-h/26122009387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdMLhnok1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HQgTiapXzNk/s320/26122009387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again as usual I was underdressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdMYxOaHLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vE45Z0tYpZo/s1600-h/26122009391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdMYxOaHLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vE45Z0tYpZo/s320/26122009391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I had&amp;nbsp; fun....hahahaha....Oh well...that sums up my week with my family. Crazy gatherings, crazy people, but loving the homely feeling. Mom has been making me do a lot of house chores so that I will be a NORMAL adult when I step into working world. Like know how to cook and all sorts....Love her to bits. hehe.....tadaa...I am done. Time to eat and feed the growling monster...RARRR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles~&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/150877721865369675-7691408347101879721?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/7691408347101879721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-saws-are-in-unison.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7691408347101879721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/7691408347101879721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-saws-are-in-unison.html' title='When the Saws are  in Unison'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzdIhgVTz2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/PirSaU_cwk0/s72-c/24122009352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150877721865369675.post-4841928620081733869</id><published>2009-12-27T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:29:56.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hazel'/><title type='text'>Hey Ho!</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be my personal blog from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna transfer my multiply over here.  Learning to use blogspot. Haha. However, there will be cross posting from now onwards. So whatever posted in blogspot will appear in multiply too! *wiggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/150877721865369675-4841928620081733869?l=hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/4841928620081733869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/4841928620081733869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/150877721865369675/posts/default/4841928620081733869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazellearnstobreathe.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-ho.html' title='Hey Ho!'/><author><name>hazelsaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04742248204801269840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KI62DFSBZUE/SzX0z8EAcMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oRUvQAIx3Co/S220/hazel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
