tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17255408241869791372024-03-14T10:24:41.009+08:00Sweet Infectious ConfessionsThis is the time of my lifeAdele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-50178721021054335122010-04-04T03:06:00.000+08:002010-04-04T03:06:44.002+08:00Happy Easter!<div style="text-align: justify;">I absolutely love this year's Holy week. Will get back to telling that little story some other day. I just came back from Easter Vigil and it lasted 3 hours and 15 minutes. The readings were good and the Homily was great and the best part is I understand more about God. Miricles happened on Good Friday! And, I am anticipating more of God's works in my life. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Holy Week is not a symbolization of uniting with family, thinking of Jesus and how He saved us by dying for us and NOT TO MENTION the fact that He resurrected from the dead and became our Saviour for our sins and our Salvation. NO. It is a reminder of what we should be doing throughout the year. I mean, Jesus has already suffered for us and went through hell (literally!). It is not only in Holy week that we should be reminding ourselves about this Sacrifice and Promise and putting all this warm-fuzzy feelings back into our closed up box at the back of our minds after Easter. So for this year, I want to blow the dust of the lid of my box and remember that our Lord has redeemed us and share His love with all. The choice is also now yours. It always have been. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I'm sitting writting this, I am all smiles cause after finally accepting Him into my life, I've changed for the better. No more depressed, angry feelings. No more "Ugh, I'm all alone" thoughts. And the pain that I have felt, they aren't that bad. As if there was already someone watching over me and protecting me. Why would I have to worry? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And to figure, I just wanted to post up a gretting and warm wishes. Haha, I guess not. But anyways, I want to do as promised and wish all of you...</div><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">HAPPY EASTER AND PEACE BE WITH YOU!</span></b></span></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-83700851216159611892010-04-04T02:53:00.004+08:002010-04-04T02:55:52.237+08:00Awesome~<div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Read my past emails and came across this bell-shaped email. It is really cool!</div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;">Enjoy!</span></span></b><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span></span></div><div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;">THE BELL</span></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span></div><div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">I KNOW WHO I AM<br />
I am God's child (John 1:12)<br />
I am Christ's friend (John 15:15 )<br />
I am united with the Lord(1 Cor. 6:17 )<br />
I am bought with a price(1 Cor. 6:19-20)<br />
I am a saint (set apart for God). (Eph. 1:1)<br />
I am a personal witness of Christ. (Acts 1:8)<br />
I am the salt & light of the earth ( Matt.5:13-14)<br />
I am a member of the body of Christ(1 Cor 12:27)<br />
I am free forever from condemnation ( Rom. 8: 1-2)<br />
I am a citizen of Heaven. I am significant ( Phil.3:20)<br />
I am free from any charge against me (Rom. 8:31 -34)<br />
I am a minister of reconciliation for God(2 Cor.5:17-21)<br />
I have access to God through the Holy Spirit (Eph. 2:18)<br />
I am seated with Christ in the heavenly </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">places (Eph. 2:6)<br />
I cannot be separated from the love of God( Rom.8:35-39)<br />
I am established, anointed, sealed by God (2 Cor.1:21-22)<br />
I am assured all things work together for good (Rom. 8: 28)<br />
I have been chosen and appointed to bear fruit (John 15:16 )<br />
I may approach God with freedom and confidence (Eph. 3: 12 )<br />
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil. 4:13)<br />
I am the branch of the true vine, a channel of His life (John 15: 1-5)<br />
I am God's temple (1 Cor. 3: 16 ). I am complete in Christ (Col. 2: 10)<br />
I am hidden with Christ in God (Col. 3:3). I have been justified (Romans 5:1)<br />
I am God's co-worker (1 Cor.. 3:9; 2 Cor 6:1). I am God's workmanship(Eph. 2:10 )<br />
I am confident that the good works God has begun in me will be perfected. (Phil 1: 5)<br />
I have been redeemed and forgiven(Col.1:14).I have been adopted as God's child(Eph 1:5)<br />
I belong to God<br />
Do you know<br />
who you are!?</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span></span></b><b><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;">"The LORD bless thee and keep thee;<br />
the LORD make His face shine upon thee<br />
and be gracious unto thee;<br />
the LORD lift up his countenance upon thee<br />
and give thee peace.."<br />
Numbers 6:24-</span></span></b></div></div></div></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-91216833004510319802010-03-19T01:21:00.000+08:002010-03-19T01:21:54.390+08:00Life's been hectic!!!<div style="text-align: justify;">Well, I am finally free enough to update a bit on what has been happening. In the process of IELTS and school exams plus my music, I managed to squeez in a trip to <b style="color: #b6d7a8;">Harvest Haven</b> with the rest of the JY Core Team .It was uber awesome. The pressence of God is still tingling under my skin and in my heart everytime I pray. The night when we reached home from Ipoh, I prayed for my music exam the next day which I didn't study that much for and when the next day came, I had the calmness and peace of the Lord and everything (nearly) that came out are the only few things that I studied for!!! <span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: x-large;"><b>PRAISE THE LORD!</b></span> (Will try to blog about harvest haven some other day... I'm tired XD)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Besides that, after my last exam, I had cantor practice and meetings and camps to attend so I haven't really caught up with my sleep. But it feels so good and it's deffinitely worth doing all of these. Now, readers, please pray that I will excell, then I will give glory to God (Not that I'm not already giving). =D</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today was the Primary School Camp for IC (Immaculate Conception) and we (Marcy, Felicia, Winnie, Lyn, Mark, Jude and Aundrey) were on the faccilitating team. I came late cause someone punctured my tyres. (Got slightly screwed by parents for that) but all was well. I still praise the Lord. We have to give thanks in everything we go through right. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyways, the funniest things happened today, all the way from college right up to after the camp. One on the top of the list is the fact that <span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-size: large;"><b>I left Clarence in the McD parking lot</b></span> and I didn't realise till 15 seconds later when Lyn was trying to tell me that I left him behind. I was too absorbed in getting my phone charger out. Lol. And I actually stopped halfway through to ask her what she was saying and she explained that I left Clarence behind. This Mark didn't even say anything. Before that, Clarence tried to get in from the other door, so when I heard the door closed, I automatically assumed that he was already inside the car. MANATAU, he went to enter through the next door. So I drove off thinking that everyone was already in. Sigh. What a day. There were ups and downs and I praise GOD for every single tiny thing. From the fact that my college mates stayed with me throughout the ordeal and that I have friends to laugh with and do all this mad things. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: x-large;"><b>AMEN!!!</b></span></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-24182613856548276572010-03-09T13:23:00.000+08:002010-03-09T13:23:57.704+08:00Numb-ness<div style="text-align: justify;">Dear Nanny,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know you are in a better and glorious place right now where all are right and there are no evil. And I also know that you are finally with our Lord now. Finally reunited with God. I am glad that you are no longer in pain and suffering and get to enjoy the banquet that He would have set for you to welcome you. I am reassured that God will welcome you with open arms and you finally get to see the Almighty alongside the rest that have parted before us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">To your 96 years of life that brought all of us into this world, I thank you. For being a mother, grandmother and great grandmother, we thank you. We are not possible without you. I'm grateful as not many can say they knew their great grandmother and that you were healthy all these years. Last of all, I bid you farewell, Nans and I know I don't tell you this enough, but I love you and I am going to miss you. Bask in the radience of the Lord. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lots of love from all of us.</div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-50827214638216577572010-03-07T21:00:00.000+08:002010-03-07T21:00:10.838+08:00Damn<div style="text-align: justify;">Look, if you have a problem with me, tell it straight to my face. I mean, bloody hell, through all the subliminal messages, I know that something is wrong. I mean, name the whole class, and miss out mine, fine, that's alright. I mean, that's your life. But I would really appreciate it if you told me straight up front that you didn't like me. I'm just saying.</div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-65922093620653934572010-03-05T13:56:00.000+08:002010-03-05T13:56:25.027+08:00Exams<div style="text-align: justify;">Exams exams and more exams. The stress of it all doesn't seem to end. I mean, right after midterm, is presentations, then assignements, then more tests and finally exams. All in the course of seven weeks. IT AIN'T ENOUGH!!! And this semester, I also have to sit for<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b> IELTS</b></span> two days before <span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"><b>Chemistry and Design</b></span> finals and next week is my <b style="color: #d5a6bd;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Music Theory EXAM!!</span></b> Oh my GOD, there are loads of things to handle and I'm afraid that I might not do so well. But through God everything is possible. God first, right? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yeah, I banned myself from going to Shalom for this week and next weekend I'll be in Gopeng. Haih... What a day. I can't even understand half the questions for the writing and reading part of <span style="color: red;">IELTS</span>. It is english and I can't seem to answer the questions. I feel so degraded right now. Anyways, of to practice more IELTS. Just needed to vent. </div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-20103909534825934672010-02-21T23:15:00.000+08:002010-02-21T23:15:47.305+08:00First Time<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S4FL3d85HqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JoWEEJMoFEc/s1600-h/blood-bank.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S4FL3d85HqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JoWEEJMoFEc/s200/blood-bank.jpg" width="200" /></a>Well, today was the very first time I gave blood! Woo-hoo! And the thing about feeling dizzy and that it hurts, well it did not happen to me! <span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: large;"><b>Praise the Lord.</b></span> Hopefully with this, I get to save lives. I know it is not much but hey, I'm proud of myself for doing it. And today was a double bonus as I finally know that I am <span style="color: red;">B+</span>. Haha. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S4FL2Y_yo6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/uwwf0H86Y2o/s1600-h/blood.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S4FL2Y_yo6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/uwwf0H86Y2o/s200/blood.PNG" width="170" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyways, besides that, I am at least the <i style="color: #ea9999;">4th rarest blood type</i>. I feel so special right now. =D This <span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><b>LENT</b></span> I want to help more in the community, see what can be done to make a difference. Quite a big task for me but bring it on! Heh. That's all for now. Assignments here I come again! <span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"><b><u>PREPARE FOR DOOM!!! </u></b></span></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-21240685687156306412010-02-13T17:44:00.000+08:002010-02-13T17:44:07.541+08:00Wishes and Dreams<div style="text-align: justify;">Well, since tomorrow IS <span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>Chinese New Year <span style="color: white;">and</span> <span style="color: #ea9999;">Valentine's </span>Day</b></span>. I wish you readers out there a happy prosperous loving day! Uhrm, yeah, that sounds about right. All you married people out there, please remember to give me an angpow k? =D Haha. Enjoy, guys!</div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-40184883488196803542010-02-12T16:31:00.000+08:002010-02-12T16:31:44.650+08:00Thoughts...<div style="text-align: justify;">I really should make my blog creative. Bu then again, simplicity is at its best, ain't it? And it makes like so much easier... But then, it can be boring. But I think my blog is cool. Don't you? Ah, don't answer that, cause I already know the answer. OF COURSE YOU DO!!! =D</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I woke up with my flu being even worse than before, I'm coughing out phlegm and it is all stuck in my throat. The unimmaginable tightness it there all the time and I currently lost my voice. Plus, sore throat. And guess what, Chinese New Year is around the corner and all I want to do is sleep. Haih. Life is life, isn't it? I think the heat is fighting with my body and resulted in a large collision - BOOOMMM! Ah, well.. just another sick day. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQSX_DjTI/AAAAAAAAATs/qIoje6yqxLk/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQSX_DjTI/AAAAAAAAATs/qIoje6yqxLk/s200/IMG_0027.JPG" width="150" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQblckAxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/u-BmXxwK8Ew/s1600-h/IMG_1247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQblckAxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/u-BmXxwK8Ew/s200/IMG_1247.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQW109EiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6bDZ9-nNZ5g/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQW109EiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6bDZ9-nNZ5g/s200/IMG_0161.JPG" width="132" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQV0R3DxI/AAAAAAAAAT0/P1uS1O-aNaE/s1600-h/IMG_1728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3UQV0R3DxI/AAAAAAAAAT0/P1uS1O-aNaE/s200/IMG_1728.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Besides that, I am really worried for my oldest dog, <b style="color: #d5a6bd;">Princess</b>. Her tail which used to be fluffy and full is now shedding and frail. I literally can see her skin. Before that, I couldn't even touch her skin on the tail cause there was just so much hair. Haih, I'm really worried for her. She is old but I really don't want her to fall sick so soon. <span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">I love her a lot</span>. As for <b style="color: #b4a7d6;">Angel,</b> well, she is just being herself, running here and there, not giving a care in the world and genuinely happy to see me. <span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">I love her loads too... =) </span>My dogs are one of the best things in my life. When no one is around and I hang out with them, they know my emotions and feel accordingly. They are my babies and I<span style="font-size: x-small;"><strike>'m dreading the day they will be no more. </strike></span></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-87597018566891771202010-02-12T03:42:00.000+08:002010-02-12T03:42:10.424+08:00It's this time of night...It is times like this which I know I will regret in the morning,<br />
It is when my mind starts to wander off, thinking about what if<br />
It is when I go into overdrive and insomnia hits me with a loud THUMP<br />
It is when my real emotions come out<br />
It is when I start regretting and living in the past again<br />
It is when I ask myself, why is it that everyone else can have a good life, but not me...<br />
<br />
Whatever happened to the good friends I had?<br />
What happened to the love and acceptance I felt last time?<br />
Why is it that nothing good ever last?<br />
Why is this life filled with more pain than joy?<br />
More hate than love?<br />
More regrets than good memories?<br />
<br />
It is this time of the night,<br />
When I think I'm all alone in this world<br />
It is this time of the night,<br />
When I think that no one cares<br />
That I am not special enough for anyone to appreciate <br />
That if anything were to happen to me, no one would notice...<br />
<br />
And when I want to give it all up and wallow in sorrow<br />
I hear a voice in my head and It is saying, 'It's not that bad',<br />
Urging me to smile, cheering me on,<br />
asking me not to give up and fall<br />
Telling me not to be afraid, <br />
Reminding me that there is always people that will love me for who I am...<br />
<br />
It is this time of the night,<br />
When I know that God is with me...<br />
Reminding me that with Him there's love.<br />
That with Him, I know that life would be just fine<br />
It is this time of the night,<br />
When I end the day with a smile,<br />
knowing that I have achieve something in life,<br />
enough to be blessed to feel <b style="color: #d5a6bd;">God's love</b><br />
<br />
<div style="color: #b4a7d6; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Ending your day with a smile just makes all the day's trials worthwhile and less tedious. </i></span></div><div style="color: #b4a7d6; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love you guys for being there for me, for caring for me, for accepting me for what and who I am, without complaining and shunning me, for loving me. Thanks a lot for making me who I am today and I'm proud to say that even though life is not always a bed of roses, I can end my day with a smile BECAUSE OF YOU...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-65047162320386988442010-02-10T15:20:00.001+08:002010-02-10T15:22:12.384+08:00Sharon & Aaron's Wedding<div style="text-align: justify;">It was an awesome event. It started off with the church service and it was beautiful. The both of them were glowing with radience and beauty! There are no words that can explain the whole day cause it is too hard to describe the joy and hapiness through words. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Adeline had a solo for Bapa yang Kekal and it was great. Besides that, the ceremony was fitting and the song selection was excellent. Pretty much, I really don't know how to blog about this but I can show nearly all the pictures. Heh. I think I am still in lazy mode. =P</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcEzYFycI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IDuS7sfz6o4/s1600-h/IMG_1509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcEzYFycI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IDuS7sfz6o4/s200/IMG_1509.JPG" width="150" /></a>The dinner was great, not the typical chinese food in weddings (which I despise), but mamak food. NASI KANDAR! It was one of the best weddings I've been to. But then again, this is my very first wedding invatation to a friend's wedding. How awesome. Was sitting in the same table as Ian, David, Ken, my sis and others. Including Pat dear and Ben, Carmel and Cassie and Oliver. We were sitting at the back but the table next to us were all youths. Therefore, we had a good time cheering A&S on! I can safely say that we were the noisiet bunch there is! HAH! Beat that. Later on in the night, the dance floor was open and the first dance we danced to was a waltz. You can imagine the surprise in the adult's faces. As if saying, "Where on earth did they learn to do that?". We danced to the likes of chacha, salsa and indian music. So it was so fun and by the night came to a close, our feet were aching, bodies tired, hearts filled with joy and faces showing our hapiness. Thanks, Aaron and Sharon for the invite and the awesome fun we had! Some pics...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Congratulations to the both of you</b>. May your years filled with God's blessing and remember the three part harmony. The both of you indeed make a <span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;">GREAT</span> couple and may the love be with you throughout your life.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcJ9PLfCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Nv4nwILFXE4/s1600-h/IMG_1615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/S3JcJ9PLfCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Nv4nwILFXE4/s320/IMG_1615.JPG" /></a></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-83857967280769219402010-02-05T15:23:00.000+08:002010-02-05T15:23:01.529+08:00Empty Promises<div style="text-align: justify;">Even if I tell you that things are alright, I would be lying, majorly. Of course things aren't the same. You've change to become what you are today, and I've changed and followed my own path. I am ready to give all to God, follow His ways and feel His love, but are you? It is up to you on how you decide to live your life. And I can tell you first hand (no sugar-coating) that you are different now then you were before. And I think I was more comfortable with the previous you. Yes, all the late night chats are missed dearly but you have your own life now. I don't think that your life can include the likes of me. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, I know that I've promised to try to salvage what is left with this broken friendship but I can't. It is too hard and the demands are too high for me right now. You like things this way, but I like things that way. Your feelings are like that, mine are the complete opposite. And what really hurt is that, even if you said you've tried, it wasn't enough. There wasn't any messages till you come running when there is trouble. Besides being there for you, when I needed you, you weren't there. Others were. And honestly, that just made me lose confidence in you. Since you already posted your views, this is mine. I think people aren't dumb enough to not know that this is between you and me. But since it is already like that, it is irreversable. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Whatever I've said about you before, was done in anger and disappointment and they got the best of me. When they say that the worst enemy is the mouth, I can safely agree. That happened when I was shocked into seeing that you've changed since school. And I guess I wasn't ready to face that. I don't think I still am ready to face.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is never that simple. But it is not hard for I don't have to be in your shoes to figure out. You made your decision long ago and everytime I asked, <i>you weren't there. </i>Everytime I called you, <i>you didn't pick up.</i> When I was in need, <i>you couldn't be found. </i>This is how I feel, felt and still feeling. And so, I assumed that you already chose. The choice is not hard, actually. Love before friends. I am not upset that you chose him, more upset by the fact that you only came to me, to talk to me when you and him were on the rocks. I felt used. Like that's all I am to you. When there is hapiness in your life, you don't even contact me. But when you are in trouble, you come back. I was willing to tolerate the first few times, but it got so taxing. And it was me that use to start conversation, call you and talk to you. You never once took the iniative to call me, and I had to call you everytime. When you were hurt, I called. But what about the times when I was hurt? I really HATE it when I am the one that looks like she is supposed to call first. EVERYTIME. Tell me honestly, how often did you call me just to chat compared to the ratio of me calling you for the exact same reason. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I still love you, way deep down in my heart. People, my friends, are wondering why I still hold on to this friendship. I am starting to wonder too. I mean, it might look like you are the only one doing all the work, but I feel it too. And I gave up. I can tell you that since December, I gave up on this friendship. I gave up in waiting in hope that you might just come and say hi. I gave up waiting for things to change. But I realised that I have changed. I know when things can last, and things won't. I'm tired of persueing them, whether love, life or friendship. If I know I have not a single chance, I forget about it. You can sum it up from here. And you not being in church does not help. How is it that I only see you when he is back, but otheriwise, you disappear? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's up to you to move from here. Like you said, I'm only a phonecall away. Your call, your life. I know that it is probably the worst time to post this blog. But I have to reply and no way I'm doing it through sms. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If this is the last time we talk, I'm sorry things work out this way. But we did have a good run of our friendship. I still keep your letters and I do read them once in a while. But if it is not meant to be, what can we do about it. </div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-43513652869766568592010-02-02T15:26:00.002+08:002010-02-05T15:53:12.195+08:00HEY-Ho<div style="text-align: justify;">Ok, many appologies for my abscence in the blog industry. As you can see, life's a bit hectic (but in truth, I am too lazy to update, but let's go with the professional answer, kay?) Ah well. Since the month of January has passed, well loads of activities have passed too. Let me think of a few from the top of my head.</div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>The <span style="color: #93c47d;">Oyog's</span> new year celebration - 1.1.2010</li>
<li><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Babe's</span> surprise birthday dinner - 8.1.2010 (No pictures were taken by me, no evidence.)</li>
<li><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Sharon and Aaron's</span> Wedding! - 9.1.2010 (Will update about that soon)</li>
<li><span style="color: #93c47d;">Li Ann's</span> birthday lunch - 12.1.2010 (Blog post will come in time)</li>
<li>Orientation Day in SEGi for the newbies - 18.1.2010 (We - <span style="color: #e06666;">Owen, Do, Alvin, Eli and me,</span> just formed an acapella group and I must say that it is quite cool. Our very first appearance was then)</li>
<li>Competition in KL - 22.1.2010 (<span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: large;">We won first placing in Best Student Performance Prize</span>)</li>
<li><b><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Leadership Camp Fund raising Car Wash</span></b> in church - 30-31.1.2010 (It was awesome and deserves another blog post when I'm free.)</li>
</ul><div style="text-align: justify;">That is pretty much everything that happened during the month of January. Things are gearing up for a good year. <span style="font-size: large;"><b>All this I thank God for. </b></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Besides that, I <span style="background-color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;"><b><i>thank</i></b></span> all the people that have touched my life. My parents that supported me all these years and my sis for being here to help me. For my friends, thanks for the awesomeness that are you guys. <span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>Happy New Year!</b></span></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-56236056757854948412009-12-31T18:11:00.000+08:002009-12-31T18:51:18.705+08:00SEGi Revo Christmas Party<div style="text-align: justify;">Well, on the <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">15th of December</span></span>, SEGi Revo in association with Penang REVO Team had a Christmas party. Well, after that we also had an ADP meeting with the UIU Delegates. That will come on later in the post.<br /><br />The prep started at least one month before. The dance, carolling and food were plan ahead. The deco was done the day before when everyone took time off to decorate the whole hall. All the pictures can be found on facebook. Somewhere. =) Anyways, the day started off with some Ice Breakers from Brother Pragash and his team. Next was the Carolling and follow with the dance. The dancers danced to <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" >We Are the Reason</span>. It was very good. I <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >promise</span> to upload the silent video (my camera has no audio input =( ). But you guys can sing to it in your heads. HAHA! Anyways, after that was more ice breakers followed by song songs played by POHD. (I think that's their name)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyABWCc3nI/AAAAAAAAARM/9JbDaL1M8wQ/s1600-h/19645_263512046264_709641264_4834473_6937143_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyABWCc3nI/AAAAAAAAARM/9JbDaL1M8wQ/s320/19645_263512046264_709641264_4834473_6937143_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421348812031319666" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">The band<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyAA_d97qI/AAAAAAAAARE/mTM5YniZ0QA/s1600-h/19645_263494471264_709641264_4834434_6198109_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyAA_d97qI/AAAAAAAAARE/mTM5YniZ0QA/s320/19645_263494471264_709641264_4834434_6198109_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421348805972717218" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Prems and me</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Lastly, was a clip from a movie telling on the ultimate sacrifice a father has to make the crucial desicion between avoiding a train crash involving thousands or sacrificing his only son who was caught between the gate opening. The father chose the passengers. It also reflects on how God did the same for us mortals and sacrifices His son Jesus. It was a terrible desicion to make but He did it. He did it to save us. Early on today, I saw the billboard near IC Church saying <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >BELIEVE - John 3.16</span>. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son so that everyone will not perish but would have eternal life.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***NEXT***<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">ADP meeting was very cool. The guys that came all the way from US were very fun to be with. They first asked us to introduce ourselves by stating our name, where we stay and who we would like to see (dead or alive). Well, I said I would like to see my Grandma. I miss her so much. Even though I was the only grandchild to see her alive, I was too young to get to know her. And I miss her. I heard of stories that she is very loving and passionate about life.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Ah well, next was the Beach Party. It was fairly, ummm... <span style="font-style: italic;">ok-lah</span>. There was games, talking and uhrmmmm, burnt sandy food. =P It ended pretty late, around 11 and Prems and me went to McD for some real food. Just as we sat down, her dad said that he arrived. Ah but alas, fate would not have it. Some pics from that night.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyABU4v3TI/AAAAAAAAARU/dm4WgwTApE4/s1600-h/19645_263523626264_709641264_4834527_4804128_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyABU4v3TI/AAAAAAAAARU/dm4WgwTApE4/s320/19645_263523626264_709641264_4834527_4804128_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421348811722186034" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Yvonne and me</span></span></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyABzmlKZI/AAAAAAAAARc/UXDclvP-ctg/s1600-h/19645_263528896264_709641264_4834545_409646_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyABzmlKZI/AAAAAAAAARc/UXDclvP-ctg/s320/19645_263528896264_709641264_4834545_409646_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421348819967486354" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hsin and me</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">When I arrived home, Miss Rachel Ng brought me my birthday gift. I named her Tiny Kaylin. Yes, she is a dog. But my parents had a fit and she just left for a better home today. was very sad to find her missing in action when I called her name just now in the morning. But well, that's life. Win some lose some. Love some, get hurt. =(<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyBG5aAUyI/AAAAAAAAARs/vn3aTZbaz9s/s1600-h/19645_263534566264_709641264_4834559_277697_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzyBG5aAUyI/AAAAAAAAARs/vn3aTZbaz9s/s320/19645_263534566264_709641264_4834559_277697_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421350006936326946" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">I'll miss you, Baby-K<br /></span></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-24462646642256324832009-12-31T16:51:00.000+08:002009-12-31T17:53:18.849+08:00The year is ending once again - Recap of DecemberHey guys. It is the 31st of December again. Damn, life is in a hurry. How fast can things move. Let's see... I still haven't updated my old post. Before anyone can say that I am one year behind on my posts, I shall slowly and pain stakingly update the month of December. Embrace yourselves, it is going to be a long post.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />First of all, the CEC End Year Camp. It was fun. 3 days and an overnighter during the beginning of the school holidays (Too bad classes for college were still on.) The first day included everything from no toothpaste on friends' arm and taking videos of others snoring (ground rules). It started off with Andre's session - Chosen. I think it had something to do with Chicken Eagle and Charcoal to Diamond. Next was break and the next session. Basically, the whole camp is about reaching out to others and not being so darn <span style="font-style: italic;">selfish</span>.<br /><br />To talk about the whole camp in detail is plain impossible. So let me run through the highlights when I was not doing the disappearing act (balancing college and church all at the same time). Let me see, first was the Kampung Manis gotong royong that everyone did. It was so awesome. We spent two hours just picking up loads of rubbish. <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=174934&id=651924923">Click here to see the results!</a><br /><br />Besides that, there were group activities, talks from various outreach ministry and of course, games. And yes, they also involve loads of water. It was quite fun, though I definately never intended to get wet. But I did. Ah well...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyIZtkIzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4co_Yax67VY/s1600-h/IMG_0996.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyIZtkIzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4co_Yax67VY/s320/IMG_0996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421333540113752882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>NEXT, exposure. Down from 85 poeple to 40 people. Five days of work in homes (old folks, children's, nursing homes and even the recycling center) Woah! So much work, so little time. Before you know it, It is 4.30 and you have to go home. Everyone got pretty attached to the people there and I think that some of the youths actually went back to visit them. Good job guys. The schedule was 10.00 till 4.30. Then back to church for debriefing. Honestly, the month of December flew by pretty fast.<br /><br />Third week of the adventure... MUSICAL PRACTICE! It was fun. Only 36 people could commit. Two weeks of practice. For presentation. Technically, the youth spent about 14 hours practicing. The rest of the time was <span style="font-style: italic;">gotong-royonging</span>, dance lessons and of course, sessions and PAW. It was awesome. God was really present throughout the whole experience man. No way the power of man can handle a supposedly three month practice squashed into 15 hours. The youth are awesome. Props to them. The musical I think would be sold in church later on. News on that later. Guess what, for the musical, I was SMG (<span style="font-style: italic;">Smoke Machine Girl)</span>. HA! It was so cool. It was as if the actors were farting on stage. A LOT! Especially Ryan in Heaven. Woosh, <span style="font-style: italic;">stinky!</span> ^^ <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4449059&id=651924923#/album.php?aid=174746&id=651924923">Pictures can be found here.</a> Here are some pictures that I like from the musical itself.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyIvVi6OI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yDt4bBQWNxg/s1600-h/20071_212555253540_671138540_3132804_5790846_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyIvVi6OI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yDt4bBQWNxg/s320/20071_212555253540_671138540_3132804_5790846_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421333545918589154" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Before the start of the musical<br />Me, Ryan and Kevin<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyJUQa68I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dJ_bewER62o/s1600-h/20071_212578283540_671138540_3132970_6676350_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyJUQa68I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dJ_bewER62o/s320/20071_212578283540_671138540_3132970_6676350_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421333555829205954" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">At the Old Folks Scene<br />Ryan and Jaslyn<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img src="file:///C:/Users/VISTAA%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyI1KDNZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/H82m2XENmjw/s1600-h/20071_212555318540_671138540_3132811_2881257_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SzxyI1KDNZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/H82m2XENmjw/s320/20071_212555318540_671138540_3132811_2881257_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421333547480987026" border="0" /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></a></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Group Shot<br />Cast and Crew of CHS Musical Drama - Room at the Inn<br />19 December 2009<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-65791813210081402532009-12-07T01:31:00.000+08:002009-12-07T01:39:07.139+08:00Thoughts of the Day<div style="text-align: justify;">Hmmm, I think... I think... I think...<br />Can I ask you <span style="font-weight: bold;">one question</span>?<br /><br />I know you don't read my blog and all. But are we losing contact or something? How come I have this <span style="font-size:78%;">dreaded feeling</span> as though I am being replaced. If I continue ranting like this, it will become <span style="font-size:85%;">bitchy</span>. So, I shall stop here.<br /><br />But I can't. Cause it has been on my mind since Friday. How come I am suddenly so out of touch with all of this. And yeah,<span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I didn't get the attention I use to get</span>. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Damn, Adele</span>, pull yourself together. Stop acting like this. (Yes, I am scolding myself.)<br /><br />I missed the times when others weren't that connected yet. Guess that's over.<span style="font-size:180%;"> BUT</span>, Life goes on right? Yeah, whatever. I shouldn't be feeling anything at all in particular anyways. I dunno what to say now. So much for thought of the day. Night, world!<br /></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-67906935742530187372009-12-07T01:09:00.000+08:002009-12-07T01:11:59.482+08:00Regrets in the morning<div style="text-align: justify;">It is 1am. I know I am gonna regret this tomorrow morning when I head for church. But I am not tired, for some strange reason. But I can't study anymore cause my brain is at it's limit.<br /><br />How am I supposed to balance studying for exams and practice without jeopardizing both. And if I don't score, mom's gonna ban me from church activities, which is worse. <span style="font-size:180%;">DILEMMA! </span><br /></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-53951326178980759362009-12-03T01:58:00.000+08:002009-12-03T02:01:52.351+08:00It's lateOh Lord of Heaven Almighty, please help me. It is officially 2a.m. and I'm exhausted. Another two more subtopics to go. Plus, I have <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >exposure</span> in the morning where we will be doing <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" >work, work and WORK!</span> AH! Give me the strength to carry on this whole week as well as study for my<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" > exams</span> as well as making to <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" >musical practice</span>. Wow, my plate is full. Not to mention <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" >college classes</span> and <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" >music class</span>. Hmmm...Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-35531869750350348122009-12-02T22:31:00.000+08:002009-12-03T00:27:14.052+08:00Funny Day<div style="text-align: justify;">It started off with last night. I was on the phone with Prema and while talking to her, i was counting my medicine. And I realised that I have to take 7 types of medicine. The joy. So, I was fumbling with my nose spray and the cover fell. And this was what I said to Prem<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Oh my gosh, my nose.</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">(Literally, I stopped my sentence at the word nose.)</span></span><br /><br /></div>A bit blur after that.<br /><br />Today, started off with music class. I found out that my teacher uses hairspray to keep her hair from falling into her eyes. So we started saying that it hurts the enviroment. Something about save the whales. And it ended with the statement, one of the students was a whale. And he heard from the piano room. haha. Next was CF at college. Well, as usual chit chat, kutuk people and all. They had a birthday cake for all December's babies Cool. Three quater CHEESE CREAM, i think, then a 2cm layer of cake below. HA! Well, I took two pieces, force fed by Joanne! The cream on my fingers were cleaned by Neil's face. Thanks!<br /><br />After that, was psychology. Nothing eventful there though, so I'll skip to carolling at Paradise. Of all people to meet there, I saw NEIL, AGAIN! Haih, the horror. We were talking and the funniest thing was that my family members, everytime they approached where I was sitting, they asked why I'm not eating. So by the fifth or so, I told Neil that the next relative would ask the same question. GUESS WHAT! They did! Haha, coolness.<br /><br />Well, off to carolling at the damn hot foyer. Before that, this funny conversation happened.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">Noel (Neil's bro)</span> : <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">Eh, I wanna go to the tennis court</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Neil</span> : <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Why? Don't have basketball also</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />You can imagine my confusion. Apparently there was a ring for them to shoot in. Ah well. Anyways, off to do my dreaded assignment. ISH! Night guys!<br /><br />*Due to the stupidness of the photo uploader, no pictures today. AWW!*<br /></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-54004657323949742492009-11-26T20:20:00.000+08:002009-11-26T20:38:50.522+08:00Devastation<div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;">Lee Ryan</span></strong> is getting married =( TO A FAN! Si Bodoh itu punya budak! Plus he has a kid. I mean, when i first saw it on YouTube, the only thing running through my mind is WHAT THE HELL! Lee Ryan, ah! Damn, my teen years listening to him, the love and all just disappeared. And he fell in love cause she was hot. Not that I think so anyways, but who am I to judge. I don't see him falling for an Asian anytime soon.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw52SoAZ3SI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Iwmyd0EqRL0/s1600/faf0a1b8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408390264867380514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw52SoAZ3SI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Iwmyd0EqRL0/s320/faf0a1b8.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;">Just a picture of the hottest guy around with an awesome, to die for voice</span><br /></p><p align="justify">Ah well, all hope is not lost, I guess. I have real life to focus on. No time for some news like that. Your lost, Lee! Haha, in other news... *winks*<br /></p><p align="justify">My life just got interesting again. Let's see how this crush turns out to be. Stupid emotions and falling for stupid boys. BOYS. ish. What's wrong with me? Haha. Not that I'm crazy to the point where I am swept off my feet whenever he is around or my hearts starts beating really fast. All that hasn't happened for awhile. But anyways, it's good to remind myself that this is the last of my concerns. I have family, college, church and ministry to worry about. There is always time. </p>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-29825299195948825212009-11-25T22:36:00.000+08:002009-12-06T16:46:43.658+08:00Prom Night - Royal Masquerade in ParisFirst of all, I would like to announce that I got <span style="font-weight: bold;">first runner up</span> for <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">SEGi Idol</span>. A little bit of cheers will do! ^^ I sang "When You Believe" by Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston. I know, i know. It's a big feat. But I think I did it justice. But it wasn't enough. Ah well, at least I looked good. (",)<br /><br />It started of with rehersals in the morning. Usual thing. Started off late, have a bit of fun with the pole Ning brought, styling Neil's hair with Elizabeth, and mostly just talking to the rest. The outcome of our 'experiment' is this. <span style="font-size:85%;">(*Neil, because of us, you looked hot. HA!)</span><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw1PY4Iee4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/liuJA91JC9c/s1600/IMG_0844.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408066016345226114" style="width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw1PY4Iee4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/liuJA91JC9c/s320/IMG_0844.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyways, rehersal carried on as usual - with addition of an impromtu script by Prema and me. And obviously, the results were total chaos. Miss Sharon was practically glaring at us. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh my, if looks could kill... </span>The rest went on smoothly without much hiccups - BUT there was an uncessary amount of smoke being let out every few minutes. It looks as if the performers were farting on stage. LOL!<br /><br />Ah well, before the night, I got my hair sponsered by SEGi Idol - Evolution Hair Studio at Pragin. They actually curled my hair!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw1UBcM3NJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/avTeBunTL50/s1600/IMG_0847.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408071111268578450" style="width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw1UBcM3NJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/avTeBunTL50/s320/IMG_0847.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Along with the contacts, make-up and high heels, I've completely broken my personal rules. I'll never be caught dead with curly hair, contacts and high heels... plus, a long dress. Only for that night. It was worth it. </div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw45KDXLHCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CG_rmlCbst0/s1600/IMG_0865.JPG"></a><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw45IzEf7KI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pTWd7dMljmY/s1600/IMG_0849.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408323025829358754" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw45IzEf7KI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pTWd7dMljmY/s320/IMG_0849.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw45KDXLHCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CG_rmlCbst0/s1600/IMG_0865.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">At 6, I arrived, handing the a mask to Von as she forgot hers. AIYAH! Lol, just joking. Then, I ran into Neil and he 'escorted' me to the dressing room. Teased him a bit just for kicks and walk back out. Michelle looked awesome as usual with her boyfriend. Yvonne looked HOT, and everyone else looked just near amazing. We dilly-dallied outside till 7.30 ish before they allowed us to enter the ballroom.<br /><br />Anyways, it started with the five pairs of dancers waltzing in, in order to escort the VIPs. Then, Neil and his co-emcee went up to talk a for while. After that, Jim and Mr J.Goh went up to give the speech of the year. There were few performances from Danzity, A french duet (They were FUN!!) and Mr J.Goh very own daughter, Crystal (Her voice is awesome).<br /><br />The most unfortunate thing about it was that the RM70 ticket gone to waste cause I didn't even get to sit at my table for more than 15 minutes before having to leave to escort, perform, sing, act, ... the list goes on and on. Carina did save us food but by the time we came back, GOD! The food was freezing and coagulating. Quite gross actually. Overall, it was a eventful night, getting to know each other's personality more, falling in love, night of glamour and all that junk. Haha, just kidding. It was eventful, not in the love department though.<br /><br />Let's see when did I get up on stage. First was to escort Owen (looking very dashing) for his Idol performance. Well done, man. Next, was for the Ed Board launching of the notebook and bookmarks. Hmmm, then it was my performance (Damn nervous, by the way - ask anyone backstage). It was a pity no one recorded it. I really wanna know how it sounds like. Then it was Elizabeth's Prom Queen performance (no comment) and lastly, DMDS. It was a blast and I really felt like a star. Just pure bliss.<br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw45Jya3qTI/AAAAAAAAAP8/K95wAfWAKMQ/s1600/IMG_0853.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408323042834622770" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/Sw45Jya3qTI/AAAAAAAAAP8/K95wAfWAKMQ/s320/IMG_0853.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />The night ended with dancing and loads of picture taking. Therefore, if anyone is interested, you can go to my facebook page to look at the pictures as my computer is damn lame and stupid - loading photos takes ages, by the way (Owen, there's your answer).<br /><br />I went off at 12a.m. to join the shalom gang at McD's. The shock was seen in most of their faces when I walked in, completely with hair and make up. Haha, I must have looked funny. The night ended just right as I went to sleep and prepared for hiking and praise and worship leading the next day.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Congrats to <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Ning, Michelle, and Aanand</span></strong> - though you did not win, you were still the best in line</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Congrats to <strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Yvonne, Prema, Carmel and Fatin</span></strong> - you gals were awesome on stage (carmel, thanks for all the background work)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Congrats to <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"><strong>Owen</strong></span> - damn nice song you sang. Glad that I was you escort</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Congrats to<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"> </span><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Neil</span> </span></strong>- you were one heck of an emcee</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Congrats to the winners of Prom King, SEGi Idol and Queen</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank you, student council for a well put together show</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />That, my friends is <span style="font-size:180%;">SEGi Prom Night 2009</span>! Never will its memory be replaced by anything else. =) </div></div></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-71557137453700027532009-11-18T14:54:00.000+08:002009-11-18T15:08:41.604+08:00Sorry Guys<div style="text-align: justify;">Ha, <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">PROM</span></span> is in <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">2 days</span></span>! Leaning psychology now. Goodness. Plus, I still have to upload the pictures. Prehaps after this hectic week. Maybe not. I shall do what I want! Haha.<br /><br />Ok ok, sorry for the very 'terencat' messages. My mind is quite full right now. Omg, I will upload loads of things as fast as I can. Some of the wacky pictures to come...<br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>"Assignment time"</li><li>Dress Hunting - NING</li><li>One or two pictures from parish assembly</li><li>Just plain funny pictures of my college mates! </li><li>Dress fitting (in the end not carried out - cause of the RM100 dry cleaning, a joke right?)<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;">I would like to shout out to Carina. Sorry about your car, man. It was terrible. Will upload it to my facebook soon. Check it out!</div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-10974439918297311282009-10-27T14:12:00.001+08:002009-10-27T14:19:30.604+08:00Funny<div align="justify"> So, out of boredom yesterday night, I started braiding my sister's hair while watching all sorts of shows on STAR. This was the outcome.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaPomFVxJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-g5QMMDvmBI/s1600-h/IMG_0504.jpg"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaPomFVxJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-g5QMMDvmBI/s1600-h/IMG_0504.jpg"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaPomFVxJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-g5QMMDvmBI/s1600-h/IMG_0504.jpg"></a><div align="justify"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaPpK-giVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5Y3uTKV8Pfw/s1600-h/IMG_0495.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397159140934060370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaPpK-giVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5Y3uTKV8Pfw/s320/IMG_0495.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Apparently, I braided till my finger bled. Sounds quite funny. Who knew braiding was such a dangerous hobby.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Well, it took about 25 minutes to finish her whole head and well, this happened. (Due to my sister's anger if she were ever to find out that I posted a picture of her, I decided to show you guys the back of it! lol)</div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaQqCB4qsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vA4MIrbiCXE/s1600-h/IMG_0504.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397160255223802562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J-AoPZg8PpI/SuaQqCB4qsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vA4MIrbiCXE/s320/IMG_0504.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-1281737503624949752009-10-22T22:19:00.001+08:002009-10-22T22:25:50.853+08:00Sweet, Short and Simple<div style="text-align: justify;">If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.<br /><i><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;color:navy;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:navy;" ></span></span></i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;color:navy;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:navy;" ></span></span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">Happy moments, <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">PRAISE</span> God<br />Difficult moments, <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">SEEK</span> God<br />Quiet moments, <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">WORSHIP</span> God<br />Painful moments, <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">TRUST</span> God<br />EVERY moment, <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">THANK</span> GOD.</span><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:navy;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:navy;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span><br /></span></span></i></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Received that by email from</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Esther</span>.<br /></span></span></span> There was more, but this touched me. ^^<br /><i><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:6;color:navy;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:24;color:navy;" ></span></span></i></div></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1725540824186979137.post-79431415885474627202009-10-22T21:46:00.000+08:002009-10-22T22:08:36.794+08:00What is Malaysia coming to?<div style="text-align: justify;">I just about this recently. I mean, why ban horror movies! banning makes everything worse doesn't it? It will cause people to by pirated DVD's and the whole cycle begins again. Look, I just have one statement, if you don't like horror movies, THEN DON'T WATCH IT. It is not that hard to do. I mean, yeah, I'm a fan of horror movies, but if you're not, then why block it from everyone else.<br /><br /> It does not do anything but give thrill to those that seeks a more interesting lifestyle. It is not like we are going to immitate the gruesomeness that is horror. I agree with one of the letters sent in by the readers - <span style="font-style: italic;">Why stop creative juices from flowing? </span>Horror movies aren't easy to pull off as sappy love movies (not that I have anything against it). It needs animation, special effects and bla bla bla. Shouldn't Malaysia be moving forward instead of back?<br /><br /> Plus, banning condoms. God, please tell me what is wrong with them. Dah-lah they have pre-marital sex, no cannot be protected = disaster. Why? More unwanted pregnancy + abortion = DEATH, more STD's + no protection = MORE STD!<br /><br /> TSK TSK, what is this going to end up in?<br /><br /><br /></div>Adele Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12647633884021573529noreply@blogger.com0