<?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-7170193964346206383</id><updated>2012-03-06T17:42:14.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyheyhey!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-6992406174966450923</id><published>2011-07-20T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T11:19:04.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is okay Xingyi. God has shown you a sign just as you want. Dont be insecure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-6992406174966450923?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6992406174966450923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=6992406174966450923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6992406174966450923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6992406174966450923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-is-okay-xingyi.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-1920632351568451740</id><published>2011-07-19T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T11:50:15.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to leave this place. I am gonna leave you and all our memories. And I cant bear to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-1920632351568451740?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1920632351568451740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=1920632351568451740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1920632351568451740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1920632351568451740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-going-to-leave-this-place.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-4032574520225267003</id><published>2011-06-29T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:39:49.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let my pain be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;God I will remember tonight&lt;br /&gt;I will trust in You&lt;br /&gt;In all things I will be stronger and better.&lt;br /&gt;I will forget about him&lt;br /&gt;I will not be friends with him anymore&lt;br /&gt;I will be trusting in You&lt;br /&gt;and deal with my insecurities&lt;br /&gt;So god if you are willing,&lt;br /&gt;take this cup of suffering away from me&lt;br /&gt;and bless me in ways that I never imagined&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-4032574520225267003?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4032574520225267003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=4032574520225267003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4032574520225267003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4032574520225267003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-my-pain-be-worth-it.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-6607830491947442605</id><published>2011-05-05T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T10:12:27.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When things get tough, when people breaks your heart, when everything crumbles and you feel like crying again. Remember, you just have to be stronger. No human can help you. Friends and kind words and gifts can make you feel better but they cant help you. At the end of the day, only you can pick up the pieces. Only you can help yourself. Let the pain be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-6607830491947442605?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6607830491947442605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=6607830491947442605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6607830491947442605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6607830491947442605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-things-get-tough-when-people.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-8145013676696747939</id><published>2011-05-05T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T09:55:48.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it seems when things are fine, there will be this moment that you find yourself stuck again. Nothing bad happened, but you just feel that maybe it is hard to get through. You need new changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-8145013676696747939?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8145013676696747939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=8145013676696747939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8145013676696747939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8145013676696747939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-seems-when-things-are-fine-there.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-6789855837587122170</id><published>2010-09-16T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:59:35.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My beloved one, they are an example of what to do and what not to do. They are an example of My faithfulness and My unwillingness to let go of the word I have spoken till it is fulfilled in the lives of My children. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I counted his unwavering faith as righteousness&lt;/span&gt;. The promise was born in spite of the detour. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Have you waited a long time? Have you made detours? Have you blamed yourself? Have you wondered and asked why? Have you looked up at the stars at night and wished you could see beyond them to what I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can answer yes to all or most of the above questions. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This does not daunt Me at all. From this day forward the greatest thing I desire is to see you avoid all future detours. Be close to Me in intimate relationship, in constant communion and detour signs will be unmistakably clear. It is better to avoid than to overcome them, for some can have a lifetime of consequences. I am here to spare you, to remind you of My true nature. I am faithful! I am true! I am to you as I was to Abraham. Trust Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do not detour with a heart of unbelief for it always causes problems (Hebrews 3:12). Do not let the enemy say, “Hath God Said?” He is a liar and the father of all lies (John 8:44 b) Have faith in Me. Have My faith.&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Open up your heart and I will fill it with My faith. I am faith.&lt;/span&gt; I give Myself to you. Is anything too wonderful or impossible for Me? No! I watch over My word to perform it (Jeremiah 1:12). It does not return without accomplishing the purpose for which I sent it (Isaiah 55:11).”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-6789855837587122170?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6789855837587122170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=6789855837587122170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6789855837587122170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6789855837587122170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-beloved-one-they-are-example-of-what.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-664585873818492761</id><published>2010-09-12T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:25:57.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;On a snow white Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy&lt;br /&gt;With the baby in the backseat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty miles to go and she was running low&lt;br /&gt;On faith and gasoline&lt;br /&gt;It'd been a long hard year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention&lt;br /&gt;She was going way too fast&lt;br /&gt;Before she knew it she was spinning&lt;br /&gt;On a thin black sheet of glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw both their lives flash before her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even have time to cry&lt;br /&gt;She was so scared&lt;br /&gt;She threw her hands up in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Take it from my hands&lt;br /&gt;?Cause I can't do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;So give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To save me from this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder&lt;br /&gt;And the car came to a stop&lt;br /&gt;She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping like a rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in a long time&lt;br /&gt;She bowed her head to pray&lt;br /&gt;She said I'm sorry for the way&lt;br /&gt;I've been living my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've got to change&lt;br /&gt;So from now on tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Take it from my hands&lt;br /&gt;?Cause I can't do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;So give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To save me from this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jesus, take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;From this road I'm on&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Oh, take it, take it from me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Help me remember my greater purpose and burden. Help me have faith that You are there to listen to my every prayer. Every prayer matters. Thank you lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-664585873818492761?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/664585873818492761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=664585873818492761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/664585873818492761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/664585873818492761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/09/she-was-driving-last-friday-on-her-way.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-214825248371930642</id><published>2010-09-08T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:16:56.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Into the book of the wars of the Lord the story of this chapter must be brought, but it looks as sad and uncomfortable as any article in all that history; for there is nothing in it that looks in the least bright or pleasant but the pious zeal of Israel against the wickedness of the men of Gibeah, which made it on their side a just and holy war; but otherwise the obstinacy of the Benjamites in protecting their criminals, which was the foundation of the war, the vast loss which the Israelites sustained in carrying on the war, and (though the righteous cause was victorious at last) the issuing of the war in the almost utter extirpation of the tribe of Benjamin, make it, from first to last, melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet this happened soon after the glorious settlement of Israel in the land of promise, upon which one would have expected every thing to be prosperous and serene. In this chapter we have,&lt;br /&gt;I. The Levite's cause heard in a general convention of the tribes, Judges 20:1-7.&lt;br /&gt;II. A unanimous resolve to avenge his quarrel upon the men of Gibeah, Judges 20:8-11.&lt;br /&gt;III. The Benjamites appearing in defence of the criminals, Judges 20:12-17.&lt;br /&gt;IV. The defeat of Israel in the first and second day's battle, Judges 20:18-25.&lt;br /&gt;V. Their humbling themselves before God upon that occasion, Judges 20:26-28.&lt;br /&gt;VI. The total rout they gave the Benjamites in the third engagement, by a stratagem, by which they were all cut off, except 600 men, Judges 20:29-48. And all this the effect of the indignities done to one poor Levite and his wife; so little do those that do iniquity consider what will be the end thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they only consulted God's oracle, Who shall go up first? And, Shall we go up? But now they implored his favour, fasted and prayed, and offered burnt-offerings and peace-offerings (Judges 20:26), to make an atonement for sin and an acknowledgment of their dependence upon God, and as an expression of their desire towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We cannot expect the presence of God with us, unless we thus seek it in the way he has appointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-214825248371930642?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/214825248371930642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=214825248371930642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/214825248371930642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/214825248371930642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/09/into-book-of-wars-of-lord-story-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-8215671724226427869</id><published>2010-09-07T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T09:25:40.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God wants us to enjoy His gifts, Paul exhorting Timothy to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Instruct those who are rich in this present world not to be conceited or to fix their hope on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly supplies us with all things to enjoy." (1 Timothy 6:17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sadly for many Christians, the time to enjoy is gifts is all the time! In too many churches, the laughter of "religious entertainment" has replaced the holy hush of worship. The sanctuary has become a veritable theater. When the saints get together, the most important thing is to "have fun." In order to salve our consciences, we have a "short devotional" before the fun time ends; and we piously thank God that we've had such a good time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-8215671724226427869?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8215671724226427869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=8215671724226427869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8215671724226427869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8215671724226427869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/09/god-wants-us-to-enjoy-his-gifts-paul.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-3126593906403661820</id><published>2010-09-07T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T09:08:44.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOW IT CAME ABOUT IN THOSE DAYS WHEN THERE WAS NO KING IN ISRAEL: This section relates one of the most shocking episodes of Israel's history.&lt;br /&gt;One commentator labels this chapter "&lt;strong&gt;The Death of Morality&lt;/strong&gt;". This event appears to have occurred early in the period of the judges, because &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Phinehas, the grandson of Aaron, was still ministering as high priest&lt;/span&gt; (Jdg 20:28; cf. Nu25:7, 11), and because the tribes were still able to function as a unit (cf. Jos 22:9-34). There is also no mention of the Philistines, who would have suppressed such action during the latter part of the judges’ period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There is also a need for a long time span between the disgraceful behavior of the tribe of Benjamin and the choice of a Benjamite as king in the 11th century. Saul was in fact from the same town of Gibeah (cf. 1Sa10:26)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Clearly this Levite's ministry was greatly compromised from the beginning. Not surprisingly (especially as you read the following lines) that he made little of her sin and separation and sought her back sympathetically as explained in the next verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it came to pass in those days when there was no king in Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be sufficient to ponder these words, which occur four times in this book, without reading further in this terrible chapter, which shows the depths of depravity to which man may sink apart from the grace of God. Where Christ is not enthroned as King, drunkenness, impurity, cruelty, selfishness, are supreme, and pursue their ravages unchecked. How different where He reigns in righteousness, and where his will is done as it is done in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Perpetual failure in life indicates failure in consecration. If you are continually broken in upon by raids of evil, it is certain that you have never enthroned the Son of God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-3126593906403661820?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3126593906403661820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=3126593906403661820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3126593906403661820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3126593906403661820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/09/now-it-came-about-in-those-days-when.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7272094378416953815</id><published>2010-04-30T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:30:49.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want to say that&lt;br /&gt;As long as you are happy&lt;br /&gt;I am okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;Though I will never see you all together again&lt;br /&gt;Or taking over the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7272094378416953815?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7272094378416953815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7272094378416953815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7272094378416953815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7272094378416953815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-want-to-say-that-as-long-as-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-1582661162798424955</id><published>2010-04-16T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T09:13:40.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never did regret a lot of things. Especially regarding people.&lt;br /&gt;But I regret so much.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all the times .&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have done a lot of things but I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can go back to that time again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-1582661162798424955?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1582661162798424955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=1582661162798424955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1582661162798424955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1582661162798424955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-never-did-regret-lot-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-1356447846443848709</id><published>2010-04-10T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:39:38.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am still thinking about kangkong!!!! anyway random thing to note: i thought ophelia 's baby cousin is a dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-1356447846443848709?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1356447846443848709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=1356447846443848709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1356447846443848709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1356447846443848709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-still-thinking-about-kangkong.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-6755061194327447453</id><published>2010-04-09T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:28:02.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To eat list: kfc with qianhui&lt;br /&gt;                    cheapo lor mee with ming ming&lt;br /&gt;                    sushi buffet with rachel&lt;br /&gt; Cant wait. I am EGGCITED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-6755061194327447453?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6755061194327447453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=6755061194327447453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6755061194327447453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6755061194327447453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-eat-list-kfc-with-qianhui-cheapo-lor.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-4732709284434705979</id><published>2010-04-09T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:17:37.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to do something crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm go bangkok to riot?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm jump into the sea?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm run on bukit timah hill at midnight?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm go play in playgrounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i decided. I want go JB to eat awesome kfc.&lt;br /&gt;Shall look forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-4732709284434705979?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4732709284434705979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=4732709284434705979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4732709284434705979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4732709284434705979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-to-do-something-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-5847817022438456993</id><published>2010-03-24T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:44:43.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pms 's over. Yay&lt;br /&gt; But...&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last week together.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;New place, new people, new learnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;2 years, 4 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-5847817022438456993?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5847817022438456993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=5847817022438456993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5847817022438456993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5847817022438456993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/pms-s-over.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-1635866114403031208</id><published>2010-03-19T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:19:31.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am very cranky this week. I was irritated by certain things two times in 3 days. I hate the feeling of being easily angered. It makes me feel like a spoilt brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be the working of pms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-1635866114403031208?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1635866114403031208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=1635866114403031208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1635866114403031208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1635866114403031208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-i-am-very-cranky-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-6122596731154791096</id><published>2010-03-18T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:17:16.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really really want to thank god for my results . Although it may seem vry average to other ppl, but I noe with my ability I can never get those kind of results. God exceeded my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;He has been faithful to me. I just wanna scream in joy for now:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-6122596731154791096?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6122596731154791096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=6122596731154791096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6122596731154791096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6122596731154791096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-really-really-want-to-thank-god-for.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7089674818755590915</id><published>2010-02-06T10:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:02:48.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am stronger than what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7089674818755590915?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7089674818755590915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7089674818755590915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7089674818755590915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7089674818755590915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-stronger-than-what-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-4209352348358235881</id><published>2010-01-28T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:56:17.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay my job is awesome. The kids are cute. And naughty . But but but i enjoy it alot. I love how life is busy now. I love Austin coz he looks like tomato and likes to lie on my lap and still dunno how to read. Basically I love everything about this job even though it includes screaming at the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will all be awesome if A level results is not going to be released forever. but fat hope i know:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-4209352348358235881?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4209352348358235881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=4209352348358235881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4209352348358235881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4209352348358235881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-my-job-is-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-2631292537684154924</id><published>2010-01-17T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:40:12.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is awesome . I was late for a job interview for half an hour. Gone are the good impressions. However, the person in charge was really nice and she was patient with me. AND I GOT THE JOB! The best thing is that I get to play with the kids. And all the people who are working there are fairly nice .The pay is seven bucks per hr and paid biweeking. And I can say bye to telemarketing. They even lead the little kids in prayers and saving grace. How cute is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I love this blog because no one noes i revive my blog and I can write whatever I want inside( okay i wont write vulgarites)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-2631292537684154924?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2631292537684154924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=2631292537684154924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2631292537684154924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2631292537684154924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-is-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-8614213617491487630</id><published>2010-01-15T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:46:09.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am nt late for tuition today( okay 5 mins is nt considered late) and after that rushed to telemarketing. Today had telemarketing with vincent which was kinda of cool because I have someone to talk to me. And something hilarious happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: hello may i speak to XXX?&lt;br /&gt;speaker: Sorry he's dead&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: little girl can pass the phone to ya daddy?&lt;br /&gt;Little girl: okay. DADDY YA GIRLFRIEND CALLED YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : hi i 'm calling from era are u interested to sell ya house?&lt;br /&gt;man: I cant sell my house. This is a mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;Me: okayzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minghui: little girl pass the phne to ya daddy&lt;br /&gt;little girl: okay daddy phone&lt;br /&gt;daddy: who is it? grandma?&lt;br /&gt;little girl: yes!!&lt;br /&gt;daddy gets the phne: hello ma call u later okay&lt;br /&gt;hangs up phne&lt;br /&gt;minghui:!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-8614213617491487630?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8614213617491487630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=8614213617491487630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8614213617491487630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8614213617491487630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-nt-late-for-tuition-today-okay-5.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-9066398988078408327</id><published>2010-01-14T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:54:52.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have one job offer coming on, which is being a teacher at  acs barker primary. The timing is kind of hectic for me if I am going to continue my telemarketing job. And the pay isnt very high . But oh wells, it's to be busy than slack right? I had enough slacking at home for dec. I think I really wanna go back to busy lifestyle and start earning money. Yeah I know my days willbe packed with ministry, work and ... still work. But it sound kinda of fulfilling to me. Alrights gotta go for tuition now . MUST NOT BE LATE TODAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-9066398988078408327?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9066398988078408327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=9066398988078408327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/9066398988078408327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/9066398988078408327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-one-job-offer-coming-on-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-5587593887095785200</id><published>2010-01-11T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:39:09.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright i revive my blog haha. In this new year of 2010( okay nt really new it has been 11 days pass alr) , my jc life ended( like finally and I can finally find a real job and finally I wont need to think about so many things..okay stop) and my SACG  life ended( now it's jcnea zai life). And the thing I am thinking now is for the stupid hamster to faster appear and not make me worry by hiding behind some fridge or washing machine and faster go back to its cage so i dont need to keep searching for it . Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-5587593887095785200?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5587593887095785200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=5587593887095785200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5587593887095785200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5587593887095785200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2010/01/alright-i-revive-my-blog-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-3966291997376605053</id><published>2009-06-22T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:51:03.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for forgetting to count my blessings God. Anger engulfed me just now. I need to be constantly reminded of Your love , Man's imperfect love is not the joy of my life but Your perfect love will make up for what I lacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels kinda of good to have a God to rant to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be contented with what I have and what I am put into&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-3966291997376605053?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3966291997376605053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=3966291997376605053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3966291997376605053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3966291997376605053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-for-forgetting-to-count-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-2265364628223870837</id><published>2009-06-17T06:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:47:50.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One way to counter attack self pity and anger- count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you will realise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are indeed blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-2265364628223870837?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2265364628223870837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=2265364628223870837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2265364628223870837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2265364628223870837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-way-to-counter-attack-self-pity-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7420450721078256590</id><published>2009-06-16T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:45:06.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The human heart is like a plot of land. It needs to be plowed and overturn to be suitable soil for growing crops. Sometimes we wonder why must we feel all kinds of feelings, sadness, anger, frustration, etc. I guess God is doing His work on this plot of land by turning the soil over and extracting the rocks from it to be make a land of crops. Though the process is tedious, but at least we can look forward to the harvest . Sadly, there are hearts who refused to let God come in. Therefore, the rocks in it remains, the soil hardens and finally it becomes a land of waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;help me remember all that you said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7420450721078256590?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7420450721078256590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7420450721078256590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7420450721078256590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7420450721078256590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/human-heart-is-like-plot-of-land.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-6770851070705686426</id><published>2009-06-10T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:45:29.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/Si_wjqVvjLI/AAAAAAAAAag/o3x_X8EVLFU/s1600-h/shin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/Si_wjqVvjLI/AAAAAAAAAag/o3x_X8EVLFU/s320/shin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345755778163641522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/Si_wfrpx2vI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NUpInhYqX-c/s1600-h/shin1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/Si_wfrpx2vI/AAAAAAAAAaY/NUpInhYqX-c/s320/shin1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345755709796637426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEW FAVOURITE GUY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRESENTING TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAYON SHIN CHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Shinchan is the main characters in the anime "Crayon Shinchan." Shinchan is a small kindergarden-aged boy with Chuck Manson eyebrows and a very distinctive voice that will burn itself deep into your brain. He has very strange interests compare to the other normal kids. He like to check out beautiful girls, make his mother angry, playing stupid games imitating that superman, beg his mother to buy toys, and reading books without buying them at the bookstore (the bookstore is like a library to him).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-6770851070705686426?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6770851070705686426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=6770851070705686426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6770851070705686426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6770851070705686426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-new-favourite-guy-presenting-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/Si_wjqVvjLI/AAAAAAAAAag/o3x_X8EVLFU/s72-c/shin2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-8119634348545301843</id><published>2009-06-05T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:34:00.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today district was tiring yet fun:D&lt;br /&gt;And thank You for leading us when we were lost and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know how to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the peace and calmness you put in my heart through the long journey home though I knew I broke the curfew.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for opening the door in unexpected way though it was locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember last year, when I was stranded in some place, not knowing how to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tianruo&lt;/span&gt; house. With no cash to take bus, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; and 3 bags of belongings with me. There I was, plagued with the feeling of helplessness and frustration towards You, not trusting that You will help, not trusting that You will be that faithful towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference it makes. Trust and disbelief. Situations stays but my heart attitude changed. There is joy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now I can proclaim , God is good all the times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask and you will be given what you ask for. Seek, and you will find. Knock and the door will be opened. For everyone who asks, receives. Anyone who seeks, finds. If only you will knock, the door will be open."  Matthew 7:7-8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-8119634348545301843?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8119634348545301843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=8119634348545301843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8119634348545301843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8119634348545301843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-district-was-tiring-yet-fund-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-2909912855282843662</id><published>2009-06-04T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:21:55.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This year, like last year , has not been a breeze for me. &lt;br /&gt;Filled with ups and downs, emotion breakdowns, anger, frustrations , tears , emoness or whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, this 6 months are a learning experience for me. There are so many things that I can give thanks for. Things that God used to encourage me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Things to give thanks for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1) Class relationship has improved tremendously and I really love all the fun times we have this year( especially during lesson times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2) A breakthrough in the relationship between me and joane. ( I also dunno how God did it but it just happened miraculously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3) First major quarrel with bestie but now we are closer than ever:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;4) True Friends in my life that I realised that I can depend on and thank them for being willing to be by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5) Restoration of joy in my heart( regardless of the situation, i know you are with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;6) Financial blessings from God in form of tuition jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;7)Lastly, times God break me and mould me to make me a better person and realise my mistakes and to be soft before Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Of course, there are areas in my life that I ought to grow in and have not yet matured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1) honour your parents( yes yes yes it probably take a long time but I guess I cant escape . I ought to grow though i dont know how but well, God will guide)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2) discipline( another area that I failed terribly. I really really really must buck up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3) Love ( not to put judgement on others easily but instead love them just the way they are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ALRIGHTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-2909912855282843662?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2909912855282843662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=2909912855282843662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2909912855282843662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2909912855282843662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-year-like-last-year-has-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-1925742201657284565</id><published>2009-05-31T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:43:10.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every experience God gives us, every person He puts in our path, is the perfect preparation for a future only He can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any concern too small to be turned into a prayer is too small to be made into a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you don’t throw away the ticket and jump off. You sit still and trust the engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000000; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.cybernation.com/quotationcenter/quoteshow.php?id=52571"&gt;Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000000; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.cybernation.com/quotationcenter/quoteshow.php?id=10265"&gt;Faith sees the invisible, believes the unbelievable, and receives the impossible.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Discernment is God's call to intercession, never to faultfinding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000000; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.cybernation.com/quotationcenter/quoteshow.php?id=11165"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000000; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.cybernation.com/quotationcenter/quoteshow.php?id=27411"&gt;Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step on the way to victory is to recognize the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God has called you, do not spend time looking over your shoulder to see who is following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-corrie ten boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There is no pit so deep that God’s love is not deeper still". -Betsie Ten Boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-1925742201657284565?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1925742201657284565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=1925742201657284565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1925742201657284565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1925742201657284565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/every-experience-god-gives-us-every.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7021492853597441534</id><published>2009-05-28T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:23:13.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Start a day wrong and end a day bad. It really amuses me how they can manage to bring out all the negative emotions in me. Seriously, only they have the ability. What a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid  now. Dont try your luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7021492853597441534?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7021492853597441534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7021492853597441534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7021492853597441534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7021492853597441534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/start-day-wrong-and-end-day-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7256188592359840711</id><published>2009-05-25T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:50:22.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="cverse2"&gt;Ecc 12:6 Or ever the &lt;span class="cverse3"&gt;{o}&lt;/span&gt; silver cord shall be loosed, or the golden &lt;span class="cverse3"&gt;{p}&lt;/span&gt; bowl be broken, or the &lt;span class="cverse3"&gt;{q}&lt;/span&gt; pitcher be broken at the &lt;span class="cverse3"&gt;{r}&lt;/span&gt; fountain, or the &lt;span class="cverse3"&gt;{s}&lt;/span&gt; wheel broken at the &lt;span class="cverse3"&gt;{t}&lt;/span&gt; cistern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(o) Meaning, the marrow of the backbone and the sinews.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(p) The little skin that covers the brain, which is in colour like gold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(q) That is, the veins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(r) Meaning the liver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(s) Which is the head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(t) That is, the heart out of which the head draws the powers of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7256188592359840711?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7256188592359840711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7256188592359840711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7256188592359840711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7256188592359840711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/ecc-126-or-ever-o-silver-cord-shall-be.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-533595299907861990</id><published>2009-05-22T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:19:42.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/ShZqLNqZYCI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ZIQsFxiWsfw/s1600-h/xiaobai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/ShZqLNqZYCI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ZIQsFxiWsfw/s320/xiaobai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338571149172891682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="span_Body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;我是小白 小新的朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一只13年前被他拣到的狗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;全白的我  被他说像是软绵绵的棉花糖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为看起来很好吃的样子 所以就被他抱回家了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从那一天开始 我们一直生活在一起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「你出门了」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;伴随着从来没变的话  小&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" id="span_Body" &gt;新&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="span_Body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;从家里飞奔出去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到他抓着黑色外套 嘴里咬着土司的样子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大概今天也快迟到了吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;特别是今年 小新变成妈妈说的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「XXXXXXX」                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以好象变的更忙了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;的确这个时期的小新不太会注意到我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然是没办法的事情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是不知道为什么还是有一点...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恩 寂寞的样子吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心里以便想跟他说「能不能看看我呢？」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一边又想叫他加油&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这两种心情参杂在一起 总觉得想要做些什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算一点点也好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然想试着发出小小的叫声 但是却做不到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道为什么 非常的困&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近常常有这种奇妙的感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;力气像是慢慢的消失了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一点都不想吃饭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对散步也提不起兴趣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是 还是喜欢被抚摩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也喜欢被拥抱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「XXXXXXX」 结束之后&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小新会不会再次尽情的摸我呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;会不会再次抱住我呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果会的话 就太好了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我追着小新跑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小新穿着常穿的红色衣服跟黄色裤子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小小的手跟我一样大&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小白  握手&lt;br /&gt;小白  转圈&lt;br /&gt;小白  棉花糖&lt;br /&gt;「呐 小新 我最喜欢小新了」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「我也是 最喜欢小白了 小白是我的好朋友喔」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;充满棉花糖的世界里 总是软绵绵暖呼呼的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不论任何时候都可以互相追来追去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不论任何时候。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又到了早晨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小新的妈妈用车子载着我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;车子停在一间全白的房子前面&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;穿着白色衣服的人站在我面前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;两个人好象在说什么话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白色衣服的人缓缓地摸着我的身体&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小新的妈妈 在哭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然不知道为什么在哭 还是得安慰他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是 身体却无法动弹、&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道为何眼睛想要张开 但是却变的更加疲倦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;逐渐闭上的双眼 看着冰冷的台子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;映在台上的东西像一团脏脏的毛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么 会变成这么虚弱呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊啊  原来如此  原来是因为我变成这个样子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以小新才会不看我这边啊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为看起来一点都不好吃&lt;br /&gt;因为看起来一点都不甜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我已经 没办法当棉花糖了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;棉花糖一旦掉到地面  就不能吃了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不关怎么拍打  果然还是没办法变的好吃 对吧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是  你拣起来了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你把他掉下去之后&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无论是谁都会说不要的棉花糖  拣起来了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以  这就够了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跟别人相比 最了解自己身体状况的 是我自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是我觉得没关系&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就这样也没关系&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以我一直待在那里也没关系&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不停的四处张望了一会之后&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小新发现了我 表情非常的不安&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「小白」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他叫了我的名字&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的  好久没听到了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「汪」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总算发出声音了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道这么小的声音 能不能穿过玻璃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是 的确传到了小新那边了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小心走了过来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他打开了窗户 把手伸向了我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「不用担心  我一定会想办法的」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 终于被抱住了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小心的胸口有着一直跳动的声音&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;比梦里还要温暖好几十倍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的脸碰到了小心的身体&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他的身体不停的颤抖  好象很冷的样子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抱着我一动也不动的小新&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被小新抱和移动也不动的我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小新在哭 我却不能为他做些什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;内心想着 至少让我看一下你有朝气的样子嘛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我舔了舔小新的脸颊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小新的脸颊 有一点新春的味道&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一边舔着你滴下来的泪水  我注意到了一个地方&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道 我知道现在小新坐着的这个地方&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这里 是我跟你第一次见面的地方&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是展开我俩关系的地方&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一直在等&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就酸想要放弃  但是总有一天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总有一天 就算 是掉下来的棉花糖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也会有说 「好象很好吃」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后把棉花糖拣起来拍一拍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说着「这个棉花糖还可以吃嘛」的人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来到这里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「小白」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听到他叫我的名字 我把脸往上抬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然脸上都是泪水 小新还是笑了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「小白 好痒喔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像这样一只舔我的眼泪的话 会变成咸的棉花糖喔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咸咸的小白  看起来一点都不好吃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 所以小白  我会等你的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   这次换我等你」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「所以 你要再一次变成好吃的棉花糖&lt;br /&gt;然后回来喔」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一边被小新抱着 最了最美好的梦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在一次  变成棉花糖的梦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;睁开眼睛的时候  向往可以变成被你说是&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「跟其他的比起来 你看起来比较好吃」的棉花糖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;软绵绵的棉花糖  樱花色的 暖呼呼的棉花糖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怀着最喜欢你的心情 只属于你的棉花糖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是小白 小新的朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一只13年前被他拣到的狗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;全白的我 被他说像是软绵绵的棉花糖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为看起来很好吃的样子 所以就被他抱回家了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下一次我要变成樱红色的 软绵绵的棉花糖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后去见你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-533595299907861990?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/533595299907861990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=533595299907861990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/533595299907861990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/533595299907861990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/13-xxxxxxx.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/ShZqLNqZYCI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ZIQsFxiWsfw/s72-c/xiaobai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-8066293007421645831</id><published>2009-05-21T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:09:48.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If We Hold On Together (Ost. Land Before Time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose your way&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day&lt;br /&gt;You've come so far&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw it away&lt;br /&gt;Live believing&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are for weaving&lt;br /&gt;Wonders are waiting to start&lt;br /&gt;Live your story&lt;br /&gt;Faith, hope &amp;amp; glory&lt;br /&gt;Hold to the truth in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;Where clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Must learn how to bend&lt;br /&gt;Seek out a star&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the end&lt;br /&gt;Valley, mountain&lt;br /&gt;There is a fountain&lt;br /&gt;Washes our tears all away&lt;br /&gt;Words are swaying&lt;br /&gt;let us come home to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;Where clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are out there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We'll dream about the sun&lt;br /&gt;In the dark we'll feel the light&lt;br /&gt;Warm our hearts, everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;As high as souls can fly&lt;br /&gt;The clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-8066293007421645831?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8066293007421645831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=8066293007421645831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8066293007421645831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8066293007421645831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-we-hold-on-together-ost.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-484131735448735072</id><published>2009-05-19T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:04:07.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ecc 8:14-17 Faith alone can establish the heart in this mixed scene, where the righteous often suffer, and the wicked prosper. Solomon commended joy, and holy security of mind, arising from confidence in God, because a man has no better thing under the sun, though a good man has much better things above the sun, than soberly and thankfully to use the things of this life according to his rank. He would not have us try to give a reason for what God does. But, leaving the Lord to clear up all difficulties in his own time, we may cheerfully enjoy the comforts, and bear up under the trials of life; while peace of conscience and joy in the Holy Ghost will abide in us through all outward changes, and when flesh and heart shall fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-484131735448735072?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/484131735448735072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=484131735448735072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/484131735448735072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/484131735448735072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/ecc-814-17-faith-alone-can-establish.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-5537802941057862593</id><published>2009-05-19T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:00:34.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ecc 8:9.&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; his own hurt&lt;/span&gt;-The tyrannical ruler "hurts" not merely his subjects, but himself; so Rehoboam (1Ki 12:1-33); but the "time" of "hurt" chiefly refers to eternal ruin, incurred by "wickedness," at "the day of death" (Ec 8:8), and the "time" of "judgment" (Ec 8:6; Pr 8:36).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecc 8:9-13 Solomon observed, that many a time one man rules over another to his hurt, and that prosperity hardens them in their wickedness. Sinners herein deceive themselves. Vengeance comes slowly, but it comes surely. A good man's days have some substance; he lives to a good purpose: a wicked man's days are all as a shadow, empty and worthless. Let us pray that we may view eternal things as near, real, and all-important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-5537802941057862593?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5537802941057862593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=5537802941057862593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5537802941057862593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5537802941057862593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/ecc-89.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-370591378813276347</id><published>2009-05-17T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:06:44.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>( for ry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna put us down anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever promises cannot deliver,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever expectations fails.&lt;br /&gt;We can be sure&lt;br /&gt;It wont hurt as bad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave tears,&lt;br /&gt;In exchange of strength.&lt;br /&gt;We gave hurts&lt;br /&gt;In exchange of healing.&lt;br /&gt;This life offers disappointments&lt;br /&gt;But our appointment with the One&lt;br /&gt;Wont be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past let us know we have grown stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-370591378813276347?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/370591378813276347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=370591378813276347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/370591378813276347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/370591378813276347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-gonna-be-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-343367902446581038</id><published>2009-05-17T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T06:53:01.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With expectations comes disappointments. But I not gonna rant now. Because even one area lack and cant be more empty in my life, I can be sure another area is filled with God's blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;What's the use of you being with me when you are not helping at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;ps: It's gonna be alright :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;pss: No more expectations for you now. You are free to go . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Not Worry    Matthew 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?&lt;br /&gt;26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?&lt;br /&gt; 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?&lt;br /&gt;28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin.&lt;br /&gt;29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.&lt;br /&gt;30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?&lt;br /&gt;31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.&lt;br /&gt;33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.&lt;br /&gt;34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-343367902446581038?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/343367902446581038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=343367902446581038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/343367902446581038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/343367902446581038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-9005068659343861778</id><published>2009-05-15T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:05:39.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank god it's friday. finally a night i dont need to rush from tuition to home , dont need to study for tests. A night to enjoy doing my own things and writing fiction*. School is fun and all but very very draining and I super hate to wake up early . But other than that, it's getting much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-9005068659343861778?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/9005068659343861778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=9005068659343861778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/9005068659343861778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/9005068659343861778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-god-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-2938906048599777106</id><published>2009-05-13T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:10:59.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Home"(michael buble)&lt;br /&gt;Another summer day&lt;br /&gt;Has come and gone away&lt;br /&gt;In Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all aloneI&lt;br /&gt;just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or two“I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;br /&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny place&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky, I know&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I just stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;When everything was going right&lt;br /&gt;And I know just why you could not&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this was not your dream&lt;br /&gt;But you always believed in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another winter day has come&lt;br /&gt;And gone away&lt;br /&gt;In even Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m done&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;It will all be all right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be home tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming back home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-2938906048599777106?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2938906048599777106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=2938906048599777106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2938906048599777106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2938906048599777106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/homemichael-buble-another-summer-day.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-1890620831477088651</id><published>2009-05-12T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:26:27.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt; I just thought it is so unfair for me to worry about this kind of things when others could just worry about studies alone. God I cant help but to rant that this is so unfair to me:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And perhaps because He saw my heart hardening by the world and he gave me a heartbreaking moment once in a while to make me feel again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-1890620831477088651?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1890620831477088651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=1890620831477088651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1890620831477088651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1890620831477088651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/rahhh-i-just-thought-it-is-so-unfair.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-3950113547031913988</id><published>2009-05-11T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:32:12.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you are willing, guide me please.&lt;br /&gt;If I am unwilling, force me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can, dont let me go.&lt;br /&gt;If I cant, pull me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh rahh rahhh I know I know I know. What is the cause of the discontentment in my heart? Maybe I keep looking at them because they make me realise how much time i wasted and how little time I've left. And how much I could have accomplished. So many things I want to do but yet did none. And what's worse is that I know my priorities are warped and my decisions may not be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am a bum and  it makes a lump .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-3950113547031913988?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3950113547031913988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=3950113547031913988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3950113547031913988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3950113547031913988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-are-willing-guide-me-please.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7308292830519868229</id><published>2009-05-10T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:15:51.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee whee whee whee whee whee whee whee.................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7308292830519868229?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7308292830519868229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7308292830519868229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7308292830519868229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7308292830519868229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7110422581457849268</id><published>2009-05-09T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:28:56.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Whenever &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;God Closes One Door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Always Opens Another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes It's Hell in the Hallway' &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:white;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I would rather have one rose and a kind word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;from a friend while I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;than a whole truckload when I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:white;" &gt;Happiness keeps You Sweet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Trials keep You Strong,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sorrows keep You Human,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Life keeps You Humble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Success keeps You Glowing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But In the end ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God keeps You Going&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7110422581457849268?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7110422581457849268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7110422581457849268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7110422581457849268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7110422581457849268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/whenever-god-closes-one-door-he-always.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-5928994765151056795</id><published>2009-05-02T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:50:58.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Joy is the surest sign of God's presence in the soul." If we think of a person's face as the window of his soul, then a joyful look, a kind smile, unmistakably reflects God's presence within. For without God in the soul, we can't have love, joy, or peace within. This is why St. Paul can write: "For the kingdom of God does not mean food and drink but righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit" (Rom. 14:17).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: "A joyful servant of God is a net to catch souls for God." With so much drudgery and unhappiness in the world today, authentically joyful people stand out. Others stop and take notice of them - especially if it's a quality they lack and wish they could find for themselves. When they discover the joy they're looking for beaming at them from the face of another person, they're already caught like a fish in a net. A second saying of Mother Teresa's can be paraphrased this way: "A joyful servant of God preaches without preaching." If a picture is worth a thousand words, who can measure the effect of a joyful believer on others, believers and non-believers alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing any salesperson can do to sell his or her product is to tell customers, "I use the product myself, and I like it!" The joyful attitude of an evangelist tells all that and more before he even utters a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will attract more bees with an ounce of honey than with a barrel of vinegar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is joy? Joy is something that we choose to express. It's not pie in the sky; it doesn't come and go like the wind. And where does this kind of joy come from? Well, as you know, it's a matter of attitude that comes from God's holy spirit dwelling in us and our confidence in God, the belief that he is at work, that he is in full control, that he is in the midst of whatever has happened, is happening, or will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1)our capacity for joy is often directly relational to the depth of sorrow we might experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;John 16:20-22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;philippians 3:8,12,20,21( prison in rome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the problem is that joy is often misunderstood. We tend to equate happiness with joy, but they are two totally different ideas because they each spring from a different source. One comes from the world around us; the other originates directly from the spirit of the living God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james 1:2-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 15:10-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phillipians 4:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:12-13. "I know what it is to have little, and I know what it is to have plenty. In any and all circumstances I have learned the secret of being well-fed and of going hungry, of having plenty and of being in need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-5928994765151056795?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5928994765151056795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=5928994765151056795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5928994765151056795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5928994765151056795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/05/joy-is-surest-sign-of-gods-presence-in.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-5501724619118528903</id><published>2009-04-29T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:18:34.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I looked up to the clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Asking , why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;From the depths of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I wait to play my destiny out.&lt;br /&gt;Though I can never understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts still&lt;br /&gt;When I remembered it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;And that fear turned into reality&lt;br /&gt;A monocle in the army of glass&lt;br /&gt;I did plan, but failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many lies that make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;How many miles to make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby goodbye does not mean forever&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I'd like to stay&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our love can catch like fire&lt;br /&gt;But you know love is dead&lt;br /&gt;When there is a reason for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is but a big moment&lt;br /&gt;And there is none&lt;br /&gt;When keeping it real goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;Because there's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Everything has an end, including myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only question remains&lt;br /&gt;Will you heal....in time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-5501724619118528903?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5501724619118528903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=5501724619118528903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5501724619118528903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5501724619118528903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-looked-up-to-clear-blue-sky-asking.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7119391107151371443</id><published>2009-04-27T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:08:20.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey it's been 12 am going to one,&lt;br /&gt;And I am still thinking about you.( Cant control it)&lt;br /&gt;Baby how should I tell you&lt;br /&gt;About the whirlpool inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these random thoughts about you&lt;br /&gt;Are slowing opening this hollow side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go and see,&lt;br /&gt;You are always there&lt;br /&gt;and You pulled me back&lt;br /&gt;From the escapist world I went to.&lt;br /&gt;( But you didnt even say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto the broken pieces of memories&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way no one wants&lt;br /&gt;And forever it's not gonna change( You know it )&lt;br /&gt;If I dont let you go now,&lt;br /&gt;This ache will never fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day, You didnt even realise&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who is alway there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7119391107151371443?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7119391107151371443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7119391107151371443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7119391107151371443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7119391107151371443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-its-been-12-am-going-to-one-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-4082556024282220664</id><published>2009-04-24T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:29:36.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I kneel at the altar in prayer, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm sitting in a jail cell, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm caring for the sick, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm out robbing and stealing, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm happy, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sad, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm angry and loud, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm calm and serene, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm abused, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm abusive to others, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm in bed with a disease, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm healthy and fit, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm poor, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm out of work, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm earning large sums of money, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm winning in life, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;When I think I'm losing, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm frustrated and resentful, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;As I remain in a state of prayer, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm depressed and feeling low, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in a good mood, God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I am -- or who I am -- or how I am -- or what I am ---- God loves me with a love that is unmeasureable and unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;I AM LOVED, JUST AS I AM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-4082556024282220664?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4082556024282220664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=4082556024282220664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4082556024282220664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4082556024282220664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-i-kneel-at-altar-in-prayer-god-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-2914542017413684499</id><published>2009-04-21T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:46:00.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A faded white painting&lt;br /&gt;and my slightly vanished scent are hidden inside a eye-blinding cloud &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wordless heart slowly moves&lt;br /&gt;And the time that passes inbetween is in my hands&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m holding back the tears&lt;br /&gt;I hang my heart so it’ll be weightless&lt;br /&gt;In a place not too close but not too far&lt;br /&gt;Another me is standing, I don’t cry&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring my two hands together once again&lt;br /&gt;In a place I live the present life instead of the memories&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s foolish but we were always together&lt;br /&gt;The pain that I wanted to empty flowed throughout my whole body and dries up my tears&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m living with my tears&lt;br /&gt;I’m holding back the tears&lt;br /&gt;I hang my heart so it’ll be weightless&lt;br /&gt;In a place not too close but not too far&lt;br /&gt;Another me is standing, I don’t cry&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m holding back the tears&lt;br /&gt;I hang my faith on me and run&lt;br /&gt;In a place that is not high nor low&lt;br /&gt;Another me is standing,&lt;br /&gt;With a small smile, I can smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-2914542017413684499?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2914542017413684499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=2914542017413684499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2914542017413684499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2914542017413684499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/faded-white-painting-and-my-slightly.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-4355816775994437122</id><published>2009-04-13T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:25:02.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;I see you no matter where I look&lt;br /&gt;(My crumbling heart)&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby for one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;no matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;(My broken heart)&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby for one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;Even for one moment, one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you were having a bad hair day&lt;br /&gt;You said your eyes were puffy,&lt;br /&gt;and fell back asleep&lt;br /&gt;Sulking, I silently took off my jacket,&lt;br /&gt;Picked up the phone and ordered take out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed the curtain,&lt;br /&gt;and without knowing how many hours passed&lt;br /&gt;Watching DVD's&lt;br /&gt;(Just you and me)&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your breath as you leaned against my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it was a good thing we didn't go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculously these thoughts still torment me&lt;br /&gt;I unexpectedly remember the jokes that you made and I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Moments that are really no big deal upset me&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remember the faces that you used to make and I break apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;I see you no matter where I look&lt;br /&gt;(My crumbling heart)&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Baby for one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;(Even if time stops, my heart stops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice no matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;(My broken heart)&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Baby for one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;Even for one moment, one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you went, at the bar right at the corner&lt;br /&gt;When you sat in your little corner&lt;br /&gt;You laid your hands on top of each other on your left leg&lt;br /&gt;When you were tired and yawned, you kept the tears you wiped away&lt;br /&gt;And you would smile like an idiot, showing the dimples in your two cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you drank water&lt;br /&gt;The pinky that you raised&lt;br /&gt;The glossy black hair that could blind&lt;br /&gt;I thought your clumsy chopstick skills were charming&lt;br /&gt;Your full lips, I hoped it would be forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love&lt;br /&gt;This autobiographical memory twists my heart&lt;br /&gt;Flips me upside down, with never ending tears&lt;br /&gt;See love could shake a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;The raindrops that blow against my feelings, one drop&lt;br /&gt;The little memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how this glass of alcohol becomes empty, our small memories became transparent&lt;br /&gt;Even though I try to bring it back&lt;br /&gt;The memories of us&lt;br /&gt; I can never make it again&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday night's dream it's so clear, but it's gone&lt;br /&gt;(damn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;I see you no matter where I look&lt;br /&gt;(My crumbling heart)&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby for one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;(Even if time stops, my heart stops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice no matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;(My broken heart)&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Baby for one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;Even for one moment, one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;Even for one moment, (for one minute, one second)&lt;br /&gt;Even for one moment, (for one minute, one second)&lt;br /&gt;Even for one moment, (for one minute, one second)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;(The whisper that takes my breath away)&lt;br /&gt;For one moment(Our sweet secrets)&lt;br /&gt;For us who is as sad as our love was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;(Can my tears still remember you?)&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go(Our quirks and habits)&lt;br /&gt;For one moment(The beautiful moments)&lt;br /&gt;Still for one moment&lt;br /&gt;For one minute, one second&lt;br /&gt;We can't go back&lt;br /&gt;(For one minute, one second)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-4355816775994437122?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4355816775994437122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=4355816775994437122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4355816775994437122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4355816775994437122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-let-go-i-see-you-no-matter-where.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-1054133942284992157</id><published>2009-04-04T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:09:39.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shaking in the season of farewells,&lt;br /&gt;is a fleeting flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is walking&lt;br /&gt;while looking for the same warm wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encounters flow with the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Under the misty clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Just like the overlapping hands of the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's slowly,&lt;br /&gt;,going around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're the hour hand, then I'm the minute hand.&lt;br /&gt;While we show the same time,we pass each other countless times&lt;br /&gt;but we'll meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if our paces is different,&lt;br /&gt;If the future we see is the same, it's all right.&lt;br /&gt;We can start over from the same place again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even though I did my best, it was still no good..."&lt;br /&gt;"Even though you lost, it was good to stay firm, right?"&lt;br /&gt;Words give water to the various seeds i received in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long winter, a dream blooms in the short spring.&lt;br /&gt;Among the seeds that collect in the heart,what kind of light will let it grow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of the sidewalk blooms a flower,&lt;br /&gt;For who is it there for?&lt;br /&gt;But whoever it's for, it will shine and it will shine on you.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings will turn into words, words calls out the light,&lt;br /&gt;the light creates shadows, shadows make people stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength turns into kindness,&lt;br /&gt;Kindness attracts encounters.&lt;br /&gt;encounter create a path,&lt;br /&gt;and feelings are carved along this path again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the hour hand stops,&lt;br /&gt;then the minute hand will stop too.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the same pain, will suddenly turn into joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has one person, one moment, one second, one chance&lt;br /&gt;where they can't turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living without hesitations, searching for that encounter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one person can say at one moment, one second, one chance&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad we met."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-1054133942284992157?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1054133942284992157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=1054133942284992157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1054133942284992157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1054133942284992157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/shaking-in-season-of-farewells-is.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-2988020371077331823</id><published>2009-04-04T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:37:13.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I realize I've been crying out in my dreams, my sweat-drenched shirt clings  to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You follow your own path and I alone start wandering aimlessly  again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking through the crowd of people, even if I get to that  bridge&lt;br /&gt;I won't find anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you in front of me, somehow tell  me&lt;br /&gt;Wait up! Wait up! Please tell me how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Forget it! Forget it!  Forget everything!"&lt;br /&gt;You don't need your old self&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the white  spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run, my soul&lt;br /&gt;Carry dreams wherever your go&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the  beginning&lt;br /&gt;Is from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, look, if you have enough time to wallow in  the sea of regret, start swimming&lt;br /&gt;The person you are, who sheds their tears  meekly is always stronger than I who endures them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw away your hat and  this disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Until there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why we'll dive into a new  world that has yet to be seen&lt;br /&gt;Wake up! Wake up! Don't be  afraid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forget it! Forget it! Forget Everything!"&lt;br /&gt;Forget all those  things that comforted you&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the white spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike it! Strike it!  Strike your frail soul,&lt;br /&gt;Strongly voicing it so many times&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the  beginning&lt;br /&gt;Is from now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run, my soul&lt;br /&gt;Carry dreams  wherever your go&lt;br /&gt;Ah, things are all right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize, realize, soon  realize&lt;br /&gt;Everything is coming closer&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Is from now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-2988020371077331823?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2988020371077331823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=2988020371077331823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2988020371077331823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2988020371077331823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-realize-ive-been-crying-out-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-4096541747724746747</id><published>2009-04-04T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:51:56.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If it is such a simple thing, I wonder why can't I say it?&lt;br /&gt;If it's something I can't say, I wonder how I will express it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I forget the sky we saw together,&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget that we were together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a flower,&lt;br /&gt;You're probably not very different from all the other ones&lt;br /&gt; From them, I chose one&lt;br /&gt;There is a song only I can sing&lt;br /&gt;There is a song only you can hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My being here is proof that you were here&lt;br /&gt;The song that I leave here is proof that I was left with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I borrowed the power to live,&lt;br /&gt;While I'm alive I have to give it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you forget the tears and the smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Please just remember&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the same pain&lt;br /&gt;There is a song that only you can sing&lt;br /&gt;There is a song that only I can hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a person they want to see&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a person they are waiting for&lt;br /&gt;If there are people that (people) want to see&lt;br /&gt;Then there are people waiting for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Always&lt;br /&gt;If you are a flower,&lt;br /&gt;You're probably not very different from all the other ones&lt;br /&gt;From them, I chose one&lt;br /&gt;For me, For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;When you forget the tears and the smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Please just remember&lt;br /&gt;Without losing my way&lt;br /&gt;I chose&lt;br /&gt;There is a song that only you can sing&lt;br /&gt;There is a song that only I can hear&lt;br /&gt;There is someone waiting only for me&lt;br /&gt;There is someone who wants to see only you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-4096541747724746747?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4096541747724746747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=4096541747724746747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4096541747724746747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4096541747724746747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-it-is-such-simple-thing-i-wonder-why.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-3147640826230350691</id><published>2009-03-25T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T06:49:14.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really should not have any expectations in the first place. Should have known it in the first place. Should not have ask an extra useless question. Why will anyone care? Nobody ever did care. I am just an outsider. Why did tears flow? I should have known it already. Why will you help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-3147640826230350691?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3147640826230350691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=3147640826230350691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3147640826230350691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3147640826230350691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-should-nt-have-any.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-5943788589040576168</id><published>2009-03-21T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:31:32.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!!!!......................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-5943788589040576168?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5943788589040576168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=5943788589040576168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5943788589040576168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5943788589040576168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/ohohohohohohohohoh.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-1717412994339298840</id><published>2009-03-08T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:14:53.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me and minghui are mega cassies now. but minghui mega-er. Studying are made alot easier and less boring by talk to her and qianhui online. heh. I dont think I will pass block test due to many things to worry about this period. However, it 's okay!! i found back the motivation to study now!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-1717412994339298840?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1717412994339298840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=1717412994339298840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1717412994339298840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1717412994339298840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-and-minghui-are-mega-cassies-now.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-8859920480922261625</id><published>2009-03-04T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:54:31.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAHHHHHHHH i am STRESSED. But nevertheless, HWAITING HWAITING HWAITING ! minghui they ROCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-8859920480922261625?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8859920480922261625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=8859920480922261625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8859920480922261625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8859920480922261625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/03/rahhhhhhhh-i-am-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-1137400749251712216</id><published>2009-02-22T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:47:59.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel happy again. I lost something tt is temporary but gained something that will last me this lifetime. Thank you jh. You never know how much you blessed me. You are truly one really good and true friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-1137400749251712216?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1137400749251712216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=1137400749251712216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1137400749251712216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1137400749251712216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-happy-again.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-5799187945528860910</id><published>2009-02-20T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:36:19.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate to feel helpless. I hate it. I cant tell you how much I hate it. But I really dont like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it seems that the rain keeps on pouring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-5799187945528860910?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5799187945528860910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=5799187945528860910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5799187945528860910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5799187945528860910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-to-feel-helpless.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-5993044789768996378</id><published>2009-02-16T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:04:08.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to sleep the whole week off.  School is such a drag. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-5993044789768996378?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5993044789768996378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=5993044789768996378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5993044789768996378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5993044789768996378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-to-sleep-whole-week-off.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-2774887062532945691</id><published>2009-02-03T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:21:04.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Humble Yourself For The Lord&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 5:5&lt;br /&gt;Young men, in the same way be submissive to those who are older. All of you, clothe yourselves with humility toward one another, because, "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble&lt;/span&gt;."6 Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. 7 Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. 8'Be self-controlled and alert. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. 9 &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that your brothers throughout the world are undergoing the same kind of sufferings.&lt;/span&gt; 10 And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. 11 To him be the power for ever and ever. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;2 Chronicles 7:14 i&lt;br /&gt;f my people, who are called by my name, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways&lt;/span&gt;, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land. 15 Now my eyes will be open and my ears attentive to the prayers offered in this place.&lt;br /&gt;2 Chronicles 33:12&lt;br /&gt;In his distress&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; he sought the favor of the LORD his God and humbled himself greatly&lt;/span&gt; before the God of his fathers. 13 And when he prayed to him, the LORD was moved by his entreaty and listened to his plea;&lt;br /&gt;2 Chronicles 34:&lt;br /&gt;27 Because your heart was responsive and you humbled yourself before God when you heard what he spoke against this place and its people, and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;because you humbled yourself before me and tore your robes and wept in my presence, I have heard you, declares the LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 4:2&lt;br /&gt;Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. 3 Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace. 4 There is one body and one Spirit—just as you were called to one hope when you were called— 5 one Lord, one faith, one baptism; 6 one God and Father of all, who is &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;over all and through all and in all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 4:&lt;br /&gt;10 So, with a dependence on God shown by a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;truly spiritual prayer life&lt;/span&gt;, "Humble [yourself] before the Lord, and he will lift you up."&lt;br /&gt;Micah 6:&lt;br /&gt;8 He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-2774887062532945691?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2774887062532945691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=2774887062532945691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2774887062532945691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2774887062532945691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/humble-yourself-for-lord-1-peter-55.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-5950825581097429952</id><published>2009-02-01T06:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T06:19:27.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're right, that is a lot of reading! But I believe you answer your own question with the statement you made toward the end: "I'm just so confused". Doesn't the Scripture tell us that God is not the author of confusion? The absence of His Peace is a sure sign that something is not right. I have learned that that is when I need to tread cautiously. Honestly, I have no doubt that you are called of God, quite possibly to be a missionary. But I will tell you something I - and probably many, many others - have had to learn the hard way:When I first began really hearing from Him, He would occasionally ask me to do something for Him, like go pray for someone. I was so eager to finally be doing what I just knew He had called me to do, that I would immediately run off and go "try" to do whatever He asked. I could tell you some funny stories about some of the stupid situations I would get myself into by doing that; but basically those situations were what He used to get my attention enough to where I would ask Him, "Lord, you send me off to do this, then when I get there, You're not there! What's up with that?"He said, "Son, I have lots of children that make that same mistake. From now on, this is what I want you to do: When I ask you to do something, I want you to sit down beside me and allow me to prepare you, so that when I say 'Go', you and My Spirit will go together and that thing will get accomplished. Do you understand now?"All I could say was, "Yes, Sir". But it is a lesson I have never forgotten. In fact, later in my life He revealed that my real ministry would not be until the last few years of my life here on earth! He has used me as a "pinch hitter" at various times - to get one person saved and delivered He gave me a gift of Knowledge once; to get another healed, He gave me a gift of Healing once, etc. So, while I have known all my life that I was called to do something, He has been preparing me my entire life for just a very short ministry!So, my advice would be to finish your schooling and keep seeking Him diligently. Living completely by faith sounds great, but it is not as easy as it sounds, believe me. We are all far too full of the world and our own selves, and need a lot of cleaning out before He can trust us and we have enough spiritual strength and wisdom to walk before Him with integrity.As He has said to me many, many times: "You cannot teach what you do not know; you cannot give what you do not have."These have become words that I live by.Trust Him. For truly, apart from Him none of us can do anything for Him, because it is His ministry. When He is with you, there is no confusion, for in His Presence there is only Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i read online. Very insightful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-5950825581097429952?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5950825581097429952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=5950825581097429952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5950825581097429952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5950825581097429952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-right-that-is-lot-of-reading-but.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-6676377599839718390</id><published>2009-01-28T05:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:45:51.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks pohchoon for the mango and wallet:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! aiming to repay my debts by end of march. It's looks very possible now:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-6676377599839718390?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6676377599839718390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=6676377599839718390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6676377599839718390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6676377599839718390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-pohchoon-for-mango-and-walletd.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-8659981257114416608</id><published>2009-01-14T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:28:20.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 reasons why xingyi should be happy in her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) For a start , she knows GOD.&lt;br /&gt;2) She has many true and sincere friends in life&lt;br /&gt;3) She is still young and has not done many things she regret.She has many dreams to be pursued and can be pursued .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great and enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-8659981257114416608?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8659981257114416608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=8659981257114416608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8659981257114416608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8659981257114416608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-reasons-why-xingyi-should-be-happy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-8865636362935779754</id><published>2009-01-13T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:05:06.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SWzXyeVG3jI/AAAAAAAAAYI/HqcT8UasS8k/s1600-h/xingyi+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290840924388515378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SWzXyeVG3jI/AAAAAAAAAYI/HqcT8UasS8k/s320/xingyi+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAN LIMIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just wanna say that I really treasure you as a wonderful friend in my life. You are 20 years old already. An adult soon! But our friendship will never dies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Treasure In my life. Wont trade you for silver or gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Admirable person. Your advice means alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;N-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nicest girl I ever met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;L-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Life testimony which is an encouragement to other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Irreplaceble friend in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;M-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mild mannered person but powerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cant emphasize how &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU WILL &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WALK ALONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-8865636362935779754?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8865636362935779754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=8865636362935779754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8865636362935779754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8865636362935779754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-tan-limin.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SWzXyeVG3jI/AAAAAAAAAYI/HqcT8UasS8k/s72-c/xingyi+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7726282007261383178</id><published>2009-01-02T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:19:34.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honour your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's command&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7726282007261383178?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7726282007261383178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7726282007261383178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7726282007261383178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7726282007261383178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2009/01/honour-your-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-6388086045791482903</id><published>2008-12-30T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:52:35.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God is great despite circumstances. Lord I know it's a platform to grow me . And I will not be afraid because I know I am so priviledged to go through all these with you. When I fall , you will be there to catch me.  Lord i trust in your perfect plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-6388086045791482903?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6388086045791482903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=6388086045791482903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6388086045791482903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6388086045791482903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-is-great-despite-circumstances.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7676654921488005152</id><published>2008-12-04T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:42:19.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sizzling hot!( not anymore in 2 weeks time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7676654921488005152?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7676654921488005152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7676654921488005152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7676654921488005152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7676654921488005152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/12/sizzling-hot-not-anymore-in-2-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-6533965275709542545</id><published>2008-11-14T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:30:29.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey I got something good happened to me today. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;though you may not be the last one with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thank you for everything still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friends forever I shall say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-6533965275709542545?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6533965275709542545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=6533965275709542545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6533965275709542545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6533965275709542545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-i-got-something-good-happened-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7301478587926237356</id><published>2008-11-05T10:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:26:28.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God I need something more to keep me going..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7301478587926237356?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7301478587926237356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7301478587926237356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7301478587926237356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7301478587926237356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-i-need-something-more-to-keep-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-8142067830318914250</id><published>2008-11-03T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:28:55.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SQ-I8_oNkTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GvJs5Jr9tm0/s1600-h/donglai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264577070873022770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SQ-I8_oNkTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GvJs5Jr9tm0/s320/donglai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes he is cute. It's undeniable. This is how a guy should look like when he is old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-8142067830318914250?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8142067830318914250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=8142067830318914250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8142067830318914250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8142067830318914250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-he-is-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SQ-I8_oNkTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GvJs5Jr9tm0/s72-c/donglai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-2890400354484331164</id><published>2008-10-27T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:05:02.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SQYQLyiap7I/AAAAAAAAARk/tKQcc-xhwrA/s1600-h/idol5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261911009359734706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SQYQLyiap7I/AAAAAAAAARk/tKQcc-xhwrA/s320/idol5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SQYPwi07jrI/AAAAAAAAARc/R0hjMyInSH8/s1600-h/idol4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261910541285953202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SQYPwi07jrI/AAAAAAAAARc/R0hjMyInSH8/s320/idol4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SQYPq0uBrxI/AAAAAAAAARU/noFfyv4Tq8I/s1600-h/idol3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261910443009617682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SQYPq0uBrxI/AAAAAAAAARU/noFfyv4Tq8I/s320/idol3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SQYPjtoPiuI/AAAAAAAAARM/fVwqZGFSy2g/s1600-h/idol2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261910320847227618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SQYPjtoPiuI/AAAAAAAAARM/fVwqZGFSy2g/s320/idol2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SQYPdtbkCjI/AAAAAAAAARE/ceLGJR-iC84/s1600-h/idol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261910217714829874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SQYPdtbkCjI/AAAAAAAAARE/ceLGJR-iC84/s320/idol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is anyone from the entertainment industry that I sort of idolised, this will be the one. So cute right? I guess alot of people may have seen him before but dont really know his name. Yes call me cheenapok or something, but he is still cute wahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-2890400354484331164?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2890400354484331164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=2890400354484331164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2890400354484331164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2890400354484331164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-there-is-anyone-from-entertainment.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yajs_rt6gWo/SQYQLyiap7I/AAAAAAAAARk/tKQcc-xhwrA/s72-c/idol5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-6615500972055032992</id><published>2008-10-25T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:22:46.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess many things you have to start from yourself. No use lamenting how big the problems are,if you dont face it yourself, nobody will. If you want a united group, make sure you are not exclusive in ya every relation in the group. Once you are able to do that, you will be able to change the group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-6615500972055032992?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6615500972055032992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=6615500972055032992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6615500972055032992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6615500972055032992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-guess-many-things-you-have-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-3148890472588059315</id><published>2008-10-24T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:52:55.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is 430 am now and i still havent sleep. Not due dramas or anime. But a cockroach in my room!!! I reached home around 12 today. To my horror, rach said that a roach actually crawled into my room without my permission. And being a roach-lover, I dared not step into the room for 4 hours because shirls helped spray bygone and I heard that it takes 4 hours for the spray to be effective. So i waited in the living room for 4 hrs. Finally 4am came and I went in to the room carefully. Bed checked. Safe. Bunny checked. Safe. Lappie checked . Safe. The rest I dont dare to check infear it will suddenly pop out and run about my bare feet. I was going to lie happily on my bed when the Holy Spirit prompt me to look at one corner of the room( see, god works in every situation in ya life) Since I wont need to get down the bed to look at the particular corner , I happily obeyed. And bravo, it was lying there. To my horror again, i saw its feelers wriggled. IT "S NOT DEAD. I immediately rushed to the kitchen and toook an umbrella, intending to poke it. Being such a brave soul, I dont dare . Mainly because I was scared that it will start to run about and I will go crazy to see a roach running about in my room. Being a creative person, I sprayed hairspray on it till it was swimming in it. Finally , I poked with all my might, tearing it into half so as to make sure its relatives will not come into my room too to claim its body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blogging about it now coz my heat is still bumping so fast I'm afraid I wont be able to sleep for the next half an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-3148890472588059315?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3148890472588059315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=3148890472588059315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3148890472588059315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3148890472588059315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-430-am-now-and-i-still-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-1459876591498769708</id><published>2008-10-23T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:04:31.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>paul- 'The love of Christ leaves (me) no choice."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-1459876591498769708?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1459876591498769708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=1459876591498769708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1459876591498769708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1459876591498769708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/paul-love-of-christ-leaves-me-no-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-6276398552062863143</id><published>2008-10-13T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:40:48.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just want to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-6276398552062863143?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6276398552062863143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=6276398552062863143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6276398552062863143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6276398552062863143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-want-to-sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-314115269342819464</id><published>2008-10-12T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T09:57:45.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>proud of myself !!! i gave five hours tuition to my very  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uncooperative&lt;/span&gt; tuition kid today! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-314115269342819464?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/314115269342819464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=314115269342819464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/314115269342819464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/314115269342819464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/proud-of-myself-i-gave-five-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-3746563706843139739</id><published>2008-10-11T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:55:43.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I prayed. Words flow out. Tears flow out. It's a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I am scared. Scared that this passion is just like the passing wind. When things got better and situations change , will I not depend on you anymore? Will I feel that all that I doing is worthless and tiring? How to keep this gratefulness deep and tight in my heart? How to be selfless? How to be spotless? How to be pure? How to be patient? I've yet aquire the fullness of all that. I really don't like some of the things happening. Maybe it's me . Maybe it's them. Definitely is more of me. I should be really really happy today. But when night time comes, I feel uncertain. A feeling that I never experienced this half year already. Although I brush it aside,  I know, I start to look at myself more again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A pure heart , That's what I long for. A heart that follows hard after thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-3746563706843139739?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3746563706843139739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=3746563706843139739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3746563706843139739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3746563706843139739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-prayed.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-2827742115421938961</id><published>2008-10-11T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:45:35.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what? today is a half half day. One came . And before it even pass 12 hours, I realise I lose another. Both are precious. I will try my best. I will bring you back. I will make you stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the third one, I will be bring you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-2827742115421938961?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/2827742115421938961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=2827742115421938961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2827742115421938961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/2827742115421938961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-what-today-is-half-half-day.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7598760281768496473</id><published>2008-10-02T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:27:53.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUPER RANDOM ANNOUNCEMENT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie I have not exercised out of my free will for many years alr( which means other than PE, i don't exercise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to show my determination for a healthy lifestyle( does not mean not eating kfc and suppers) , Chung Xingyi has made a promise to everyone she will exercise at least or at most 3 times a week. YAYNESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7598760281768496473?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7598760281768496473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7598760281768496473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7598760281768496473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7598760281768496473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/super-random-announcement-okie-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-8166910199736129487</id><published>2008-10-02T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:06:42.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's serve God with a joyful heart. As we talk about him, be really joyful and excited. Not in a way that is not serious. Solemn is good. Solemn is serious. But dont be too focused on the solemnness that it felt as though we are focusing on that depressing Friday instead of that joyful Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Let's serve as a whole. Not with a comparative( got this word?) spirit. Not one of you bring how many friends I bring how many friends.Who convert Who didnt convert. Who has more sheeps who has less sheeps. We are a whole, one body and we move off as one. We don't compare what we have or what we've done, because we know as compared to what God has and what God done, we are nothing. Why do sand compare with another sand when an ocean is in front of it?&lt;br /&gt;Every little effort matters. Every soul make a difference . Everyone is important.&lt;br /&gt;Let's make an effort to be a backstage crew. Not to be prideful in what we have done but humble ourselves in the love of God. Do everything you can for the kingdom of God. But bear in mind, all these things are not for the praises of Man. Do not recieve rewards of your deeds full in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-8166910199736129487?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/8166910199736129487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=8166910199736129487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8166910199736129487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/8166910199736129487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-serve-god-with-joyful-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-3324238683470404413</id><published>2008-09-28T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:34:25.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalalalalalalalal~qianhui say all my posts all emo . But to clarify, I only blog when I got random serious thoughts or I am feeling unhappy. So it appears that there are alot of emo posts because I am lazy to blog about everything that happened in my life so I only blog randomly.The truth is that most of my blog posts are random thoughts and therefore it is only one or 2 sentences. Real sad posts are rare. So I am not EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a lazy blogger:X&lt;br /&gt;Alright this post appears to be the longest post since july 22.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-3324238683470404413?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3324238683470404413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=3324238683470404413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3324238683470404413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3324238683470404413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/09/lalalalalalalalalqianhui-say-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7295308537780256051</id><published>2008-09-28T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:06:21.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess I need to find things to do soon.&lt;br /&gt;Too much time= wasted= got time to think about negative things&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do things to widen my horizons and perspective.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7295308537780256051?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7295308537780256051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7295308537780256051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7295308537780256051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7295308537780256051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-guess-i-need-to-find-things-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-6567319151860925412</id><published>2008-09-24T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:35:48.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright i have to admit it. I cant do maths at all. Alright SAY SMILEY FACE ( U )TO MATHS. BYE BYE GOOD GRADES. God bless my chem and physics and econs and GP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-6567319151860925412?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6567319151860925412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=6567319151860925412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6567319151860925412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6567319151860925412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/09/alright-i-have-to-admit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-6060073901232903162</id><published>2008-09-22T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:37:56.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hate it when it turn out this way. I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you are good.  But I cant and I will never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-6060073901232903162?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/6060073901232903162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=6060073901232903162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6060073901232903162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/6060073901232903162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-really-hate-it-when-it-turn-out-this.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-927318524553599950</id><published>2008-09-16T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:47:06.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thank you lord for the many many lessons learned today.&lt;br /&gt;mini breakthroughs.&lt;br /&gt;Which I believe meant alot right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-927318524553599950?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/927318524553599950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=927318524553599950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/927318524553599950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/927318524553599950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-thank-you-lord-for-many-many-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-5010016163885530</id><published>2008-09-14T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:17:47.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promos is coming. That day is coming. Whatever I must face is coming. BUT HOLIDAYS IS COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's what truly matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-5010016163885530?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5010016163885530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=5010016163885530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5010016163885530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/5010016163885530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/09/promos-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-3932377698590541481</id><published>2008-09-08T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:25:21.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:/:/:/:/:/:/    ikyj i tish kinl og monent thay relui mamk mi mise hre aigin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-3932377698590541481?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3932377698590541481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=3932377698590541481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3932377698590541481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3932377698590541481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/09/ikyj-i-tish-kinl-og-monent-thay-relui.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7548510030285100884</id><published>2008-09-07T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:34:46.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel sad for that boy. He could have escaped. But due to absurd negligence of the 2 policemen , he had to be handed back to his killer and die such a horrible manner. Will things be changed if he stand firm or the 2 women be more determined to save him or even the 2 policemen be more vigilant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7548510030285100884?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7548510030285100884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7548510030285100884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7548510030285100884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7548510030285100884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-sad-for-that-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7882119050410592303</id><published>2008-09-02T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:31:01.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didnt mean to ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt mean to forget to say thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7882119050410592303?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7882119050410592303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7882119050410592303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7882119050410592303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7882119050410592303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-didnt-mean-to-ignore-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-7484717510970710428</id><published>2008-08-27T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:54:42.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is righteous.&lt;br /&gt;It is good.&lt;br /&gt;It is excellent.&lt;br /&gt;All the words that come out is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it feels wrong still&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am not flowing correctly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-7484717510970710428?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/7484717510970710428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=7484717510970710428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7484717510970710428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/7484717510970710428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-is-righteous.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-4090963525060676036</id><published>2008-08-24T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:57:38.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am dead tired. Shall pick up my momentum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-4090963525060676036?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4090963525060676036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=4090963525060676036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4090963525060676036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4090963525060676036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-dead-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-3113116735151630491</id><published>2008-08-23T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:54:12.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I finally close my eyes and rest.&lt;br /&gt;I realise, I miss&lt;br /&gt;The smell, the silence,&lt;br /&gt;The sound she made deep in the night&lt;br /&gt;So assuring, my security blanket.&lt;br /&gt;Miss calling her name,&lt;br /&gt;Realised how foreign it sounds when I utter it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;most importantly, I do miss her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are reading this, please let her know I miss her and ask her to take care of her body. The weather hasnt been very good lately..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-3113116735151630491?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/3113116735151630491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=3113116735151630491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3113116735151630491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/3113116735151630491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-i-finally-close-my-eyes-and-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-4412243311563086759</id><published>2008-08-18T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:57:39.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doing something for my sheeps. maybe they will get food poisoning/stomachache wdv. They still gonna EAT IT!!! not gonna procrastinate le. Do watever I want to do:D Do watever I can do:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYAYAYAYAYAY:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-4412243311563086759?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/4412243311563086759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=4412243311563086759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4412243311563086759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/4412243311563086759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/08/doing-something-for-my-sheeps.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-1609834865996333778</id><published>2008-08-17T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:43:31.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God there is not too much a child could take..&lt;br /&gt;whatever testing you have given ,&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you will bless her from now.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure of what I can do to heal a hurting soul.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's a reason&lt;br /&gt;Why I am there.&lt;br /&gt;Remind me every now and then&lt;br /&gt;I am there for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-1609834865996333778?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1609834865996333778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=1609834865996333778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1609834865996333778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1609834865996333778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-there-is-not-too-much-child-could.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-4360409905722941356</id><published>2008-08-14T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:55:49.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gotta strive for best. 60 rank points I can do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of You and less of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serve with a big heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-4360409905722941356?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170193964346206383.post-5005614696274098583</id><published>2008-08-13T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:05:54.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be determined for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-5005614696274098583?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/5005614696274098583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=5005614696274098583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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RAWR. Because of that, i will be extremely busy next 2 days. SADDED. More discipline in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7170193964346206383-1758733714374070621?l=memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/feeds/1758733714374070621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7170193964346206383&amp;postID=1758733714374070621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1758733714374070621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7170193964346206383/posts/default/1758733714374070621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memorya-grinnes.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-lost-my-discipline-today-and-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>xingyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07884543551146521473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
