<?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-6122023462651766786</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:13:40.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream To Scene</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-6547353680749182355</id><published>2012-01-10T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:18:52.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Always Something There To Remind Me</title><content type='html'>by Naked Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk along the city streets &lt;br /&gt;You used to walk along with me, &lt;br /&gt;And every step I take reminds me &lt;br /&gt;Of just how we used to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how can I forget you, girl &lt;br /&gt;When there is always something there to remind me &lt;br /&gt;Always something there to remind me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When shadows fall, I pass a small cafe &lt;br /&gt;Where we would dance at night &lt;br /&gt;And I can't help recalling how it &lt;br /&gt;Felt to kiss and hold you tight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how can I forget you, girl &lt;br /&gt;When there is always something there to remind me &lt;br /&gt;Always something there to remind me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to love you, and I will never be free &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should find you miss the sweet &lt;br /&gt;And tender love we used to share &lt;br /&gt;Just go back to the places where we used to go, &lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how can I forget you, girl &lt;br /&gt;When there is always something there to remind me &lt;br /&gt;Always something there to remind me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to love you, and I will never be free &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there is always something there to remind me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always something there to remind me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-6547353680749182355?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6547353680749182355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/theres-always-something-there-to-remind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/6547353680749182355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/6547353680749182355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/theres-always-something-there-to-remind.html' title='There&apos;s Always Something There To Remind Me'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-4803632682445659559</id><published>2012-01-10T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:09:17.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be There For You</title><content type='html'>by Jon Bon Jovi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time you're really leaving &lt;br /&gt;I heard your suitcase say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;Well as my broken heart lies bleeding &lt;br /&gt;You say true love, it's suicide &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you've cried a thousand rivers &lt;br /&gt;And now you're swimming for the shore &lt;br /&gt;You left me drowning in my tears &lt;br /&gt;And you won't save me anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God you'll give me one more chance, girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you &lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you &lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you &lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know we're had some good times &lt;br /&gt;Now they have their own hiding place &lt;br /&gt;I can't promise you tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;But I can't buy back yesterday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Baby you know my hands are dirty &lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to be your valentine &lt;br /&gt;I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby &lt;br /&gt;When you get drunk, I'll be the wine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you &lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you &lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you &lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn't there when you were happy &lt;br /&gt;I wasn't there when you were down &lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to miss your birthday, baby &lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd seen you blow those candles out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you &lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you &lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you &lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-4803632682445659559?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4803632682445659559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-be-there-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/4803632682445659559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/4803632682445659559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-be-there-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Be There For You'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-344337990512995551</id><published>2010-12-09T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:21:40.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the way you are by Bruno Mars</title><content type='html'>Her eyes, her eyes&lt;br /&gt;make the stars look like they're not shining&lt;br /&gt;Her hair, her hair&lt;br /&gt;falls perfectly without her trying&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her everyday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;When I compliment her she won't believe me&lt;br /&gt;And it's so, it's so&lt;br /&gt;Sad to think that she don't see what I see&lt;br /&gt;But every time she asks me "Do I look okay?"&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for a while&lt;br /&gt;'Cause girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lips, her lips&lt;br /&gt;I could kiss them all day if she'd let me&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh, her laugh&lt;br /&gt;she hates but I think it's so sexy&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;I'd never ask you to change&lt;br /&gt;If perfect's what you're searching for&lt;br /&gt;Then just stay the same&lt;br /&gt;So don't even bother asking if you look okay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for a while&lt;br /&gt;'Cause girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Cause your amazing just the way you are :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-344337990512995551?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/344337990512995551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-way-you-are-by-bruno-mars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/344337990512995551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/344337990512995551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-way-you-are-by-bruno-mars.html' title='Just the way you are by Bruno Mars'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-6116346184273322825</id><published>2010-10-29T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T18:55:31.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sir With Love by Lulu</title><content type='html'>Songwriters: Granier, R; London, Marc; Black, Don;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKClt5pJLFQ&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those schoolgirl days of telling tales&lt;br /&gt;And biting nails are gone&lt;br /&gt;But in my mind, I know they will&lt;br /&gt;They'll still live on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you thank someone&lt;br /&gt;Who has taken you from crayons to perfume?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy but I'll try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted the sky&lt;br /&gt;I would write across the sky in letters&lt;br /&gt;That would soar a thousand feet high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'To Sir, with love'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for closing books&lt;br /&gt;And long last looks must end&lt;br /&gt;And as I leave&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am leaving my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend who taught me right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;And weak from strong&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot to learn&lt;br /&gt;But what can I give you in return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted the moon&lt;br /&gt;I would try to make that start&lt;br /&gt;But I would rather you let me give my heart&lt;br /&gt;'To Sir, with love'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing for my daddy yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted the moon&lt;br /&gt;I would try to make that start&lt;br /&gt;But I would rather you let me give my heart&lt;br /&gt;'To Sir, with love' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Oldies are goodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-6116346184273322825?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6116346184273322825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-sir-with-love-by-lulu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/6116346184273322825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/6116346184273322825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-sir-with-love-by-lulu.html' title='To Sir With Love by Lulu'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-4345328856371727194</id><published>2010-10-23T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T23:49:07.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky by Jason Mraz feat Colbie Caillat</title><content type='html'>Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Though the breezes through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. How often do you find your best friend? if you find 'em, don't you ever let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-4345328856371727194?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4345328856371727194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/lucky-by-jason-mraz-feat-colbie-caillat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/4345328856371727194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/4345328856371727194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/lucky-by-jason-mraz-feat-colbie-caillat.html' title='Lucky by Jason Mraz feat Colbie Caillat'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-9041745570874180824</id><published>2010-10-18T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T18:35:56.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work out trick of the day</title><content type='html'>Forward lunges (step bend knee, step bend knee) helps lose thigh fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Laughter is the best medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-9041745570874180824?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/9041745570874180824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/work-out-trick-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/9041745570874180824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/9041745570874180824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/work-out-trick-of-day.html' title='Work out trick of the day'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-7703112599808740896</id><published>2010-10-15T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:38:34.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learnt at gym today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TLkd0VXxmxI/AAAAAAAAEx8/sbrVeZFOr3M/s1600/Gym_Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TLkd0VXxmxI/AAAAAAAAEx8/sbrVeZFOr3M/s400/Gym_Ball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528482802501262098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Cardio (5 mins)&lt;br /&gt; - Eleptical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Exercise&lt;br /&gt; - bend knee, back against the wall&lt;br /&gt; - step up, step down&lt;br /&gt; - step front, bend knee&lt;br /&gt; - step side, bend knee&lt;br /&gt; (sets of 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cardio (5 mins)&lt;br /&gt; - Protector (i think that was what it was called)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Exercise&lt;br /&gt; - lift small dumb bells up head&lt;br /&gt; - lift dumb bells side to up&lt;br /&gt; - lift dumb bells back to up&lt;br /&gt; - sit up, body lying against ball&lt;br /&gt; (sets of 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. A healthy person is a happy person :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-7703112599808740896?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7703112599808740896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-learnt-at-gym-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7703112599808740896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7703112599808740896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-learnt-at-gym-today.html' title='What I learnt at gym today'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TLkd0VXxmxI/AAAAAAAAEx8/sbrVeZFOr3M/s72-c/Gym_Ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-3486517635662180456</id><published>2010-09-18T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T07:50:33.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Mornings, Gray Skies</title><content type='html'>I thought I knew alot about you,&lt;br /&gt;But when your past starts catching up on you,&lt;br /&gt;I just realize I don't really know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Going for dim sum brunch ... awesome life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-3486517635662180456?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3486517635662180456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/09/saturday-mornings-gray-skies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/3486517635662180456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/3486517635662180456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/09/saturday-mornings-gray-skies.html' title='Saturday Mornings, Gray Skies'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-6265759624889205455</id><published>2010-08-18T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T18:07:14.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crack On The Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TGyB7vNF0LI/AAAAAAAAExs/uBEsjW9XM1A/s1600/crack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TGyB7vNF0LI/AAAAAAAAExs/uBEsjW9XM1A/s400/crack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506919307650912434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first came to Chicago everybody warn me that Chicago's all about 2 things - "Winter &amp; Construction". Since the former is a natural phenomena that can't be avoided, I decided to just worry about construction then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day there's traffic and it's because of construction on the Eisenhower, local routes ... basically everywhere. I guess the only time you can mend the road would be off winter season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I was quite curious as to why construction happens year after year? Does the Illinois government really have so much money to do construction? I can't remember there were any construction the last 3 years I was in California .. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i found my answer. Day after day I drove the same route to work. Day after day I pass the same road with a huge crack. And every day every car tries to avoid it. And then there was construction (surprise surprise .. LOL) .... It took the construction workers to work on it for a few weeks. And then the cracked was gone. The road was all smooth and shiny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward two months later, today, I just realized there was a tiny crack on spot where the huge crack used to be. By now, most of you would say, "oh well, it's the reality of life. Even if you don't see the crack, but the crack will always be there." I totally agree. But what I learn today was even though there is a crack, we shouldn't just let it be. Like the construction, we should mend it even if it takes year after year to mend the same crack. If one commits into a relationship, even if the relationship crack, one should work hard on constructing and reconstructing for nothing is perfect -(just like the crack on the road).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. "You know it when you meet her, you know it when you lose her" - Andy Griffith (Play the Game)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-6265759624889205455?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6265759624889205455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/08/crack-on-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/6265759624889205455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/6265759624889205455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/08/crack-on-road.html' title='A Crack On The Road'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TGyB7vNF0LI/AAAAAAAAExs/uBEsjW9XM1A/s72-c/crack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-3306722880967446396</id><published>2010-07-31T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:35:14.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E by Nat King Cole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TFT4BO7B8xI/AAAAAAAAEt0/guZDE-xwENQ/s1600/love_quotes_comments_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 363px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TFT4BO7B8xI/AAAAAAAAEt0/guZDE-xwENQ/s400/love_quotes_comments_01.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500293744995463954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please don't break it&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(trumpet instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please don't break it&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fJFtYaJptY&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit: quotesarcade.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Love was made for me and you ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-3306722880967446396?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3306722880967446396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-by-nat-king-cole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/3306722880967446396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/3306722880967446396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-by-nat-king-cole.html' title='L.O.V.E by Nat King Cole'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TFT4BO7B8xI/AAAAAAAAEt0/guZDE-xwENQ/s72-c/love_quotes_comments_01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-699009919468992094</id><published>2010-07-12T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:20:09.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Like I don't belong .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TDvbVn1jTJI/AAAAAAAAEtA/82PBA_wrdGk/s1600/lonely_orange.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TDvbVn1jTJI/AAAAAAAAEtA/82PBA_wrdGk/s400/lonely_orange.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493225335025781906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a bum. Don't you get one of those days once in a blue moon. Been getting alot of it lately but. But I just refuse to face it. That is why it hasn't got to me yet. Feel like I haven't been contributing much in my work. Saddest of all, I don't seem to be helping my colleagues. In fact, it's more like they are saving my but for me. Aw..... feeling like i have to buck up ...... and be stronger, more serious, more energy, more enthusiasm, more love for my work .....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;p.s. A free lunch is only found in mousetrap - John Capuzzi&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit: brandoncoffey.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-699009919468992094?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/699009919468992094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/07/feeling-like-i-dont-belong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/699009919468992094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/699009919468992094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/07/feeling-like-i-dont-belong.html' title='Feeling Like I don&apos;t belong .......'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TDvbVn1jTJI/AAAAAAAAEtA/82PBA_wrdGk/s72-c/lonely_orange.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-5865360636314863394</id><published>2010-06-26T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:34:08.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone like you by Shawn Colvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCq6YDiyN9I/AAAAAAAAEds/OTuQT2HSL1s/s1600/cobblestone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCq6YDiyN9I/AAAAAAAAEds/OTuQT2HSL1s/s400/cobblestone.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488404018335201234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching a long time&lt;br /&gt;For someone exactly like you&lt;br /&gt;I've been traveling all around the world&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to come through.&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you makes it&lt;br /&gt;All worth while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you keeps&lt;br /&gt;Me satisfied. Someone exactly&lt;br /&gt;Like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been travelin' a hard road&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' for someone exactly like you&lt;br /&gt;I've been carryin' my heavy load&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the light to come&lt;br /&gt;Shining through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you makes it&lt;br /&gt;All worth while&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you keeps&lt;br /&gt;Me satisfied. Someone exactly&lt;br /&gt;Like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doin' some soul searching&lt;br /&gt;To find out where you're at&lt;br /&gt;I've been up and down the highway&lt;br /&gt;In all kinds of foreign lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you makes it&lt;br /&gt;All worth while&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you keeps&lt;br /&gt;Me satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been all around the world&lt;br /&gt;Marching to the beat of a different&lt;br /&gt;Drum.&lt;br /&gt;But just lately I have&lt;br /&gt;Realized&lt;br /&gt;The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you makes it&lt;br /&gt;All worth while&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you keeps&lt;br /&gt;Me satisfied. Someone exactly&lt;br /&gt;Like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=faPRvig_Q9c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit: http://sandmsexcellentadventures.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. perfect wedding song :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-5865360636314863394?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5865360636314863394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/06/someone-like-you-by-shawn-colvin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/5865360636314863394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/5865360636314863394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/06/someone-like-you-by-shawn-colvin.html' title='Someone like you by Shawn Colvin'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCq6YDiyN9I/AAAAAAAAEds/OTuQT2HSL1s/s72-c/cobblestone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-4061667761663540198</id><published>2010-06-25T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:50:20.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The City</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;It was a hot hot summer Saturday. But didn't let it absorb me .... had fun in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, had brunch at a cute place "Bongo Room". Very limited space, super long line, but wait was worth it. Food was amazingly delicious and special. Tasted like a combination of western + mediterranean. Portion was good for two.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.yelp.com/biz/bongo-room-chicago#query:loop%20restaurants%20wabash &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCV_crAQFjI/AAAAAAAAEU4/y6SuZF_HTQo/s1600/brunch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCV_crAQFjI/AAAAAAAAEU4/y6SuZF_HTQo/s320/brunch2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486931851577660978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;C&gt;Egg benedict, spinach and potatoes&lt;/C&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWAAU4_EjI/AAAAAAAAEVA/jaa7ePEA2J8/s1600/brunch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWAAU4_EjI/AAAAAAAAEVA/jaa7ePEA2J8/s320/brunch1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486932464116896306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;C&gt;Somebody else's dish - tasted like dessert and it's a paradise for a sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next, to "Taste of Randolph" for more food tasting on the streets, entertainment and my favorite past time - people watching :)&lt;/C&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWAsTV2IRI/AAAAAAAAEVI/FBRME8V5CIc/s1600/atm_rooseveltFair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWAsTV2IRI/AAAAAAAAEVI/FBRME8V5CIc/s320/atm_rooseveltFair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486933219615318290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;C&gt;Just the perfect kiosk, atm machine for peeps like us who don't practice carrying cash. &lt;/C&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWBIp0csPI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/knwkO53MaPk/s1600/band_tasteOfRandolph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWBIp0csPI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/knwkO53MaPk/s320/band_tasteOfRandolph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486933706685591794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;C&gt;Outdoor music is the best. You can sing or dance along and nobody could care :)&lt;/C&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt; Photo credits: Zoe's camera&lt;/c&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-4061667761663540198?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4061667761663540198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-in-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/4061667761663540198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/4061667761663540198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-in-city.html' title='A Day In The City'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCV_crAQFjI/AAAAAAAAEU4/y6SuZF_HTQo/s72-c/brunch2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-7290253797924397587</id><published>2010-06-25T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:00:33.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Shoe Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCV5oafBqbI/AAAAAAAAEUw/VjVJbbVWVp4/s1600/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCV5oafBqbI/AAAAAAAAEUw/VjVJbbVWVp4/s320/P1010007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486925456231999922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe fetish for the week .... ahem ... i mean for the entire summer ....introducing, Vanna White (White sandals), Red Riding Hood (red flats), Daisy Duke (Denim kitten heels) and last but not least, Little Miss Sunshine (Pastel Yellow flats).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: No better therapy like a retail therapy ~ well said by a lost friend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-7290253797924397587?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7290253797924397587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-shoe-craze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7290253797924397587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7290253797924397587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-shoe-craze.html' title='Summer Shoe Craze'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCV5oafBqbI/AAAAAAAAEUw/VjVJbbVWVp4/s72-c/P1010007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-4970733597212702125</id><published>2010-06-15T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:34:50.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWDEsVibwI/AAAAAAAAEVY/dMr8pDB7s8o/s1600/love-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWDEsVibwI/AAAAAAAAEVY/dMr8pDB7s8o/s320/love-21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486935837665029890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Love is a journey starting at forever and ending at never.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;~ by Anonymous ~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt; Photo credit: http://dimaagkadahi.wordpress.com/2009/04/&lt;/Center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-4970733597212702125?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4970733597212702125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-love-for-you-is-journeystarting-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/4970733597212702125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/4970733597212702125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-love-for-you-is-journeystarting-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWDEsVibwI/AAAAAAAAEVY/dMr8pDB7s8o/s72-c/love-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-9026341154646729017</id><published>2010-06-15T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:46:59.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Knew I loved You by Savage Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWF8TXBjaI/AAAAAAAAEVg/W76HiwNTTig/s1600/sg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWF8TXBjaI/AAAAAAAAEVg/W76HiwNTTig/s320/sg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486938992056307106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's intuition&lt;br /&gt;But some things you just don't question&lt;br /&gt;Like in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see my future in an instant&lt;br /&gt;And there it goes&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I know that it might sound more than a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just no rhyme or reason&lt;br /&gt;Only this sense of completion&lt;br /&gt;And in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the missing pieces&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it might sound more than a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand angels dance around you&lt;br /&gt;I am complete now that I've found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;Photo credits: http://storyteller.vox.com/library/audio/6a00c2251d5623604a00c2251da487f219.html&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Lying on the bed listening to 90's boyband feeds my soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-9026341154646729017?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/9026341154646729017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-knew-i-loved-you-by-savage-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/9026341154646729017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/9026341154646729017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-knew-i-loved-you-by-savage-garden.html' title='I Knew I loved You by Savage Garden'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWF8TXBjaI/AAAAAAAAEVg/W76HiwNTTig/s72-c/sg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-7325756552477300594</id><published>2010-06-15T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:49:31.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day We Find Love by 911</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWGt9nPjaI/AAAAAAAAEVo/1oAuHBGqP60/s1600/911.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWGt9nPjaI/AAAAAAAAEVo/1oAuHBGqP60/s320/911.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486939845212212642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry, I don't mean to make you sad&lt;br /&gt;My tears will soon be over&lt;br /&gt;With your conscience clear for a new life ahead&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sorry, I really need to hear the truth&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing I'm asking, 'cos I need you to&lt;br /&gt;Remember me, as the only one who set you free&lt;br /&gt;Maybe time alone will make you see&lt;br /&gt;How deep our love could be&lt;br /&gt;No, it's never too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I know, this isn't the first time&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I surrender my soul&lt;br /&gt;Coz you're always, keepin' me waitin', anticipatin'&lt;br /&gt;The day we find love once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up while there's a glimmer of a chance&lt;br /&gt;A dream that's never ending&lt;br /&gt;Inviting love and a perfect romance&lt;br /&gt;A burning passion, oh baby you're my destiny&lt;br /&gt;But the message I'm receiving,&lt;br /&gt;is your through with me&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be there, even though you&lt;br /&gt;tell me you don't care&lt;br /&gt;How could you forget the times we've shared&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw our love away, you&lt;br /&gt;know it's never too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I know, this isn't the first time&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I surrender my soul&lt;br /&gt;Coz you're always, keepin' me waitin', anticipatin'&lt;br /&gt;The day we find love once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me, as the only one who set you free&lt;br /&gt;Maybe time alone will make you see&lt;br /&gt;How deep our love could be&lt;br /&gt;No, it's never too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I know, this isn't the first time&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I surrender my soul&lt;br /&gt;Coz you're always, keepin' me waitin', anticipatin'&lt;br /&gt;The day we find love once again&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time (The day we find love)&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the last time (And I&lt;br /&gt;need you one more time)&lt;br /&gt;Keepin' me waitin', anticipatin'&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time &lt;br /&gt;It won't be the last time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;Photo credits: http://i2.kickasstorrents.com/artists/40901361.png &lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Once in a while, getting soaked in the rain is refreshing .... like flowers in spring :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-7325756552477300594?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7325756552477300594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-we-find-love-by-911.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7325756552477300594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7325756552477300594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-we-find-love-by-911.html' title='The Day We Find Love by 911'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCWGt9nPjaI/AAAAAAAAEVo/1oAuHBGqP60/s72-c/911.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-3106434161971681119</id><published>2010-01-30T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:17:46.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biscotti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/S2RmhvNiM7I/AAAAAAAADys/v-lLXP4Ipxw/s1600-h/biscotti-coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/S2RmhvNiM7I/AAAAAAAADys/v-lLXP4Ipxw/s320/biscotti-coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432579780310610866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word Biscotti in Italian is the plural form of biscotto. It applies to any type of biscuit that is a very dry and hard cookie. The word originates from the medieval Latin word biscoctus, which means that the biscuit had been baked twice. That is why it is very dry and could be stored for long periods of time. Pliny the Elder once boasted that the biscotti would be edible for centuries. Such nonperishable food was particularly useful in the past on long journeys and wars, and twice baked breads were a staple food of the Roman Legions. Later, the word was imported into the English language as biscuit. Although in English it does not refer specifically to a twice-baked cookie like the Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biscotti usually contain nuts such as almonds, hazelnuts, pistachios, pine nuts etc and spices. Recently I had even had one that has white chocolate. Some of the more popular spices include anise and cinnamon or glazed with chocolate, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since biscotti is very dry, it is traditionally served with a drink, which it could be dipped in such as coffee, tea or hot chocolate. In Italy biscotti is served with vin santo. In North America they are usually dipped in coffee. In Spain biscotti is commonly served with a small glass of a sweet dessert wine such as muscat or moscatell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Laughter is the best medicine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-3106434161971681119?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3106434161971681119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/biscotti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/3106434161971681119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/3106434161971681119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/biscotti.html' title='Biscotti'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/S2RmhvNiM7I/AAAAAAAADys/v-lLXP4Ipxw/s72-c/biscotti-coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-8062907073322518114</id><published>2010-01-24T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:17:39.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tribute by Crystal Lewis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY2LWpF_tI/AAAAAAAAEWg/iKpQmp4I4HE/s1600/2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY2LWpF_tI/AAAAAAAAEWg/iKpQmp4I4HE/s320/2008+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487132764681928402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I say thanks&lt;br /&gt;For the things you have done for me&lt;br /&gt;Things so undeserved&lt;br /&gt;Yet You gave to prove your love for me&lt;br /&gt;The voices of a million angels&lt;br /&gt;Could not express my gratitude&lt;br /&gt;All that I am and ever hope to be&lt;br /&gt;I owe it all to thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be the glory, to God be the glory&lt;br /&gt;To God be the glory,&lt;br /&gt;For the things He has done&lt;br /&gt;With His blood He has saved me&lt;br /&gt;With His power He has raised me&lt;br /&gt;To God be the glory,&lt;br /&gt;For the things He has done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me live my life&lt;br /&gt;And let it be pleasing Lord to thee&lt;br /&gt;And should I gain any praise&lt;br /&gt;Let it go to Calvary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With His blood He has saved me&lt;br /&gt;With His power He has raised me&lt;br /&gt;To God be the glory&lt;br /&gt;For the things He has done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be the glory, to God be the glory&lt;br /&gt;To God be the glory,&lt;br /&gt;For the things He has done&lt;br /&gt;With His blood He has saved me&lt;br /&gt;With His power He has raised me&lt;br /&gt;To God be the glory,&lt;br /&gt;For the things He has done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8w-2skZp-Q&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. To God be the Glory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-8062907073322518114?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8062907073322518114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-tribute-by-crystal-lewis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/8062907073322518114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/8062907073322518114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-tribute-by-crystal-lewis.html' title='My Tribute by Crystal Lewis'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY2LWpF_tI/AAAAAAAAEWg/iKpQmp4I4HE/s72-c/2008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-7856789457753179190</id><published>2010-01-24T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:08:38.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout To The Lord</title><content type='html'>My Jesus, My Savior,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, there is none like You;&lt;br /&gt;All of my days&lt;br /&gt;I want to praise&lt;br /&gt;The wonders of Your mighty love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comfort, my shelter,&lt;br /&gt;Tower of refuge and strength;&lt;br /&gt;Let every breath, all that I am&lt;br /&gt;Never cease to worship You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout to the Lord, all the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Let us sing&lt;br /&gt;Power and majesty, praise to the King;&lt;br /&gt;Mountains bow down and the seas will roar&lt;br /&gt;At the sound of Your name.&lt;br /&gt;I sing for joy at the work of Your hands,&lt;br /&gt;Forever I'll love You, forever I'll stand,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to the promise I have in You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout to the Lord, all the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Let us sing&lt;br /&gt;Power and majesty, praise to the King;&lt;br /&gt;Mountains bow down and the seas will roar&lt;br /&gt;At the sound of Your name.&lt;br /&gt;I sing for joy at the work of Your hands,&lt;br /&gt;Forever I'll love You, forever I'll stand,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to the promise I have in You.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to the promise I have&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to the promise I have in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Praise The Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-7856789457753179190?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7856789457753179190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/shout-to-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7856789457753179190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7856789457753179190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/shout-to-lord.html' title='Shout To The Lord'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-8284632892501393088</id><published>2010-01-01T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:21:09.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY258TveQI/AAAAAAAAEWo/r1YqXTn_aic/s1600/klcc2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY258TveQI/AAAAAAAAEWo/r1YqXTn_aic/s320/klcc2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487133565066901762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate the end of 365 days and the starting of day 1 .... How did 365 days become a year? I will never know the answer to this question. But just like everything, when there is a starting, there is an ending. The alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end. May this year be an even better year than last year. May there be love, peace, joy and happiness even when you least expect it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credits: glennguan.com&lt;br /&gt;p.s. God is good all the time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-8284632892501393088?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8284632892501393088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/8284632892501393088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/8284632892501393088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY258TveQI/AAAAAAAAEWo/r1YqXTn_aic/s72-c/klcc2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-9194026936468018069</id><published>2009-12-10T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:27:07.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theatre  programs and such.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY4ZL_kFkI/AAAAAAAAEXY/nWnhnQ6YytE/s1600/lexingtondec09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY4ZL_kFkI/AAAAAAAAEXY/nWnhnQ6YytE/s320/lexingtondec09+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487135201364809282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY4RMzYVkI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/HbcRFFH5M_g/s1600/lexingtondec09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY4RMzYVkI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/HbcRFFH5M_g/s320/lexingtondec09+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487135064143189570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY4MHqCSBI/AAAAAAAAEXI/TRohRq-MPYc/s1600/lexingtondec09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY4MHqCSBI/AAAAAAAAEXI/TRohRq-MPYc/s320/lexingtondec09+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487134976862472210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY4GZnkXgI/AAAAAAAAEXA/5ua4eP4UxBI/s1600/lexingtondec09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY4GZnkXgI/AAAAAAAAEXA/5ua4eP4UxBI/s320/lexingtondec09+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487134878604746242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY39bmsP1I/AAAAAAAAEW4/aZp-7D511rM/s1600/lexingtondec09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY39bmsP1I/AAAAAAAAEW4/aZp-7D511rM/s320/lexingtondec09+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487134724519116626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY32SD5M_I/AAAAAAAAEWw/1FT4z-CSoL8/s1600/lexingtondec09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY32SD5M_I/AAAAAAAAEWw/1FT4z-CSoL8/s320/lexingtondec09+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487134601698161650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Plays i've worked on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lieutenant of Inishmore by Martin McDonagh '08&lt;br /&gt;- the play that got me hooked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Opera (collaboration theatre dept and music dept)&lt;br /&gt;Suor Angelica by Giacomo Puccini &amp; Three Fat Women of Antibes by Mona Lyn Reese's&lt;br /&gt;- the performance that introduced me to opera and i loved it contradicting to popular beliefs where opera is supposed to be old, traditional and boring..... so NOT TRUE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the beast The true story by Charles Perrault &amp; dramatized by William Glennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altar Boyz by Gary Adler, Kevin Del Aguila, Michael Patrick Walker&lt;br /&gt;- my first musical ... oh so exciting, makes me wana jump on my feet and sing to the world .... ahemmmmmm !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Christmas Story Ever Told by Michael Carlton, Jim Fitzgerald and John K. Alvarez&lt;br /&gt;- actors were the cutest and the nicest people i know in theatre ... and the Christmas jingles were catchy and oh so beautifully arranged :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great American Trailer Park Musical by David Nehls&lt;br /&gt;- Such funny and comedic cast ... work didn't feel like work at all. Actors had such talented lovely voices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pillowman by Martin McDonagh&lt;br /&gt;- The second time I worked on a play written by Martin McDonaugh. How coincidental is that? Whilst the horrific story, there is still a sense of touch and love... made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plays I've attended on and off campus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urinetown the musical by Mark Hollman &amp; Greg Kotis(SJSU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret in the Wings by Mary Zimmerman (SJSU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splitting Infinity by Jamie Pachino (San Jose Rep)&lt;br /&gt;- by far my favorite. playwright was superb. touches the soul and questions the mind where we never dared or have thought about but never dared to go close to thinking too much about. The set was especially breathtaking. A love story about ourselves, relationships and about each other. A huge bridge across the stage under the dazzling stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Foreigner by Larry Shue (San Jose Rep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groundswell by Ian Bruce (San Jose Rep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Full Monty by Terrance McNally and David Yazbek (American Musical Theatre San Jose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always... Patsy Cline based on a true story by Ted Swindley (San Jose Stage Company)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden Talents (Ballet San Jose)&lt;br /&gt;- My very first ballet performance in the US. So much talent. Which i had the opportunity to witness more shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. fond memories of college years :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-9194026936468018069?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/9194026936468018069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/theatre-programs-and-such.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/9194026936468018069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/9194026936468018069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/theatre-programs-and-such.html' title='Theatre  programs and such.'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY4ZL_kFkI/AAAAAAAAEXY/nWnhnQ6YytE/s72-c/lexingtondec09+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-2201771538216239039</id><published>2009-11-16T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:40:22.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy by Secrets In Stereo</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from studying for the GRE test. Thought I could use some music as stress relieve. Heard this song while browsing a wedding photography website. The music is very soothing and the lyrics are very touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy by Secrets In Stereo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;next to you&lt;br /&gt;and watch you while you sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding you&lt;br /&gt;lost inside&lt;br /&gt;every breath you breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be the one that makes you happy, happy&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be the one that makes you happy, happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one minute more&lt;br /&gt;a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;it's all the same to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm incomplete&lt;br /&gt;and i need you more&lt;br /&gt;with every breath i breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be the one that makes you happy, happy&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be the one that makes you happy, happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to let you know&lt;br /&gt;but my words get tangled up&lt;br /&gt;and every time i find that i'm&lt;br /&gt;outside looking in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't let this moment go&lt;br /&gt;when you're the only one&lt;br /&gt;that makes me feel the way i feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;lately i'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be the one that makes you happy, happy&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be the one that makes you happy, happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Happy Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSW4WneV7SU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should also check out his other songs on http://www.secretsinstereo.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. thankful that i have people and things to be thankful for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-2201771538216239039?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2201771538216239039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/2201771538216239039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/2201771538216239039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy.html' title='Happy by Secrets In Stereo'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-8041351400736101992</id><published>2009-10-27T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:52:57.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human Predicament</title><content type='html'>Man without God cannot reign his own life or his own world. He isn't even capable of controlling his own passions. And therefore he becomes enslaved to the "Pandora box" of unworthy love, jealousy, murder, competitiveness, polygamy and violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For all I have sinned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What comes out of a man is what makes him unclean. For from within, out of men's hearts, come evil thoughts, sexual immorality, theft, murder, adultery, greed malice, deceit, lewdness, envy, slander, arrogance and folly. All these evils come from inside and make a man unclean" Mark 7: 20-23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As it is written: There is no one righteous, not even one; there is no one who understands,no one who seeks God. All have turned away,they have together become worthless; there is no one who does good,not even one." Romans 3:10-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." Romans 2:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As disturbing as it is, every honest, reflective person comes to acknowledge the ugly truth. We generally manage to keep the lid on top of the boiling cauldron, especially in the company of others but this lid barely stays on with great effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil is just not where blood has been spilled. Evil is the self absorbed human heart. (Ravi Zacharias, Deliver Us From Evil, p.175)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our insatiable greed is never satisfied with what we already have. What others have always seems better and we live in a constant state of complains. Moments of gratitude and joy are rare. Naturally when "push comes to shove" our basic philosophy of life turns out to be, "if it comes down to you and me, I need to live, so you should die." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The animal that blushes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mankind is the only animal that blushes" (Charles Darwin)&lt;br /&gt;"or has any reason to" (Mark Twain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man has much to be ashamed of. Moments of shame show that we are aware of the gap between how we truly are and what we ought to be. Perhaps the blushing face is the most honest and true reflection of our nature and a sign of hope for something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evasive maneuvers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we loath to admit our sins, we have manage to come up with many ways to evade it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. If we claim we have not sinned, we make him out to be a liar and his word has no place in our lives. 1 John 1:8-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity has perfected the art of denial when it comes to personal sinfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notion of sin as a psychological hangup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying something bad, "not so bad". E.g. He's not sinful, he's just sick. To have the excuse of being sick rather than sinful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everybody does it. Or, I am not as bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safety in numbers. Things that everybody else is doing or if they are not as bad, makes people feel good about themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Morality is an entirely personal matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morality against yours. My morality vs your morality merely based on personal preferences and taste. Society applauds the person that is "true to yourself". Under this insane believe, an unfaithful spouse, a murderer, a racist becomes an honest person who acted in a way that is "true to yourself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain things are wrong in a basic, fundamental sense, and that personal preference is not the final arbiter of right and wrong. (Bertrand Russell - Atheist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes moral demands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can forbear, and love can forgive but love can never be reconciled to an unlovely object because sin itself is incapable of being altered. (Thomas Traherne, Feast of Magdalen, Apostle to the Apostles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. A husbad who has been unfaithful confesses to an affair to which his wife says "it's okay, lighten up, for I never took our wedding vows seriously anyway. No harm done. I don't feel the pain, in fact I feel nothing" ......&lt;br /&gt;.... What does this reveal about how the wife viewed the husband all along? What does this reveal about the wife's level of commitment and love for the husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible is full of heartfelt descriptions of God's grief over man's rejection of God and His will. God views each human life as highly significant and charged with great stakes because &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;each person's decisions have ultimate consequences&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 31:20, Hosea 11.8, Matthew 23:37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-8041351400736101992?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8041351400736101992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/10/human-predicament.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/8041351400736101992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/8041351400736101992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/10/human-predicament.html' title='The Human Predicament'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-7922061276363951250</id><published>2009-10-26T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:36:11.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Above All</title><content type='html'>by: Michael W. Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all powers, above all kings&lt;br /&gt;Above all nature and all created things&lt;br /&gt;Above all wisdom and all the ways of man&lt;br /&gt;You were here before the world began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all kingdoms, above all thrones&lt;br /&gt;Above all wonders the world has ever known&lt;br /&gt;Above all wealth and treasures of the earth&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to measure what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucified&lt;br /&gt;Laid behind a stone&lt;br /&gt;You lived to die&lt;br /&gt;Rejected and alone&lt;br /&gt;Like a rose&lt;br /&gt;Trampled on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You took the fall&lt;br /&gt;And thought of me&lt;br /&gt;Above all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all powers, above all kings&lt;br /&gt;Above all nature and all created things&lt;br /&gt;Above all wisdom and all the ways of man&lt;br /&gt;You were here before the world began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all kingdoms, above all thrones&lt;br /&gt;Above all wonders the world has ever known&lt;br /&gt;Above all wealth and treasures of the earth&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to measure what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucified&lt;br /&gt;Laid behind a stone&lt;br /&gt;You lived to die&lt;br /&gt;Rejected and alone&lt;br /&gt;Like a rose&lt;br /&gt;Trampled on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You took the fall&lt;br /&gt;And thought of me&lt;br /&gt;Above all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucified&lt;br /&gt;Laid behind a stone&lt;br /&gt;You lived to die&lt;br /&gt;Rejected and alone&lt;br /&gt;Like a rose&lt;br /&gt;Trampled on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You took the fall&lt;br /&gt;And thought of me&lt;br /&gt;Above all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a rose&lt;br /&gt;Trampled on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You took the fall&lt;br /&gt;And thought of me&lt;br /&gt;Above all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. one of those days you feel restless but have nothing to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-7922061276363951250?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7922061276363951250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/10/above-all.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7922061276363951250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7922061276363951250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/10/above-all.html' title='Above All'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-5455603612747083276</id><published>2009-09-23T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:57:41.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girlS aRe Made of SpiCe &amp; eVerThing Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY_hjSfjxI/AAAAAAAAEYg/LxFyjiNqPEE/s1600/powerpuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY_hjSfjxI/AAAAAAAAEYg/LxFyjiNqPEE/s400/powerpuff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487143041638567698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying on the swing,&lt;br /&gt;Cycling in the backyard,&lt;br /&gt;Building sand castle on the beach,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the see-saw,&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees,&lt;br /&gt;Taking peeks around the corner,&lt;br /&gt;Caught peeking around the corner,&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling in the "tree house",&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands,&lt;br /&gt;Having breakfast lunch dinner and supper,&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music,&lt;br /&gt;Laying on the couch,&lt;br /&gt;Watching cartoons and later the movies,&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;Looking deep into the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Doing homework or motivation to do homework,&lt;br /&gt;Looking at stars on the rooftop,&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping the bangs out of the face,&lt;br /&gt;Making a fit of the tie,&lt;br /&gt;Screaming when it's going to be late,&lt;br /&gt;Mourning the lost of a love one,&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the beach,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;Being there for sunset,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming together till the very end .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit: uptempo.com.au&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. suffering produces perseverance, perseverance produces character, character produces hope ... romans 5:3-4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-5455603612747083276?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5455603612747083276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/girls-are-made-of-spice-everthing-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/5455603612747083276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/5455603612747083276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/girls-are-made-of-spice-everthing-nice.html' title='girlS aRe Made of SpiCe &amp; eVerThing Nice'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY_hjSfjxI/AAAAAAAAEYg/LxFyjiNqPEE/s72-c/powerpuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-5242661705710851905</id><published>2009-09-07T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:42:53.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akhirnya (The End) by Innuendo feat Camelia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SqWXPPqtyOI/AAAAAAAADSQ/D-Sp55Ly230/s1600-h/romantic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SqWXPPqtyOI/AAAAAAAADSQ/D-Sp55Ly230/s320/romantic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378871618123450594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i bumped into this song today on youtube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really love the lyrics to this Malay language song. So romantic. It's about 2 people being apart. The guy is lonely because he is missing his girl and is still waiting for her in his dreams. He is still searching for her reflection. The girl tells the guy not to be sad because she is always by his side even though her presence felt like a short time. Their relationship means love. They are waiting for the time to come when they will meet again. He perfectly understands her graceful soul. The voice from her heart gives him confidence. They will always be waiting for each other. There will be no end because this truth for it is sown in their hearts. For now they will accept faith, whatever God has plan for them. She will always be the queen of his heart. Their love will be forever because they will receive it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini ku kesepian&lt;br /&gt;Menantikan kasihmu... ku rindu&lt;br /&gt;Namun hanya impian&lt;br /&gt;Bayanganmu belum kutemu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usahlah kau bersayu&lt;br /&gt;Ku tetap di sisimu selalu&lt;br /&gt;Walau kehadiranku&lt;br /&gt;Seakan seimbas waktu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Bagai bayu berlalu (ooh... yang masihku rindu)&lt;br /&gt;Yang masih ku merindu&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah segalanya erti cinta&lt;br /&gt;Ku menunggu masa kita&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya... ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku memahami jiwamu&lt;br /&gt;Yang penuh keayuan...sayang&lt;br /&gt;Keluhan hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Kau yang meyakinkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku selalu menantimu&lt;br /&gt;Tiada akhirnya bagi diriku&lt;br /&gt;Kerana keikhlasanmu&lt;br /&gt;Kini tersemai dalam jiwa... kerana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rela menerima segala takdir&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah kehendaknya Yang Maha Esa&lt;br /&gt;Dikau ratu dihatiku&lt;br /&gt;Abadilah cinta kita&lt;br /&gt;Bersama menerimanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(www.lyrics007.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpOWLe09yx0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Kaulah segalanya erti cinta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-5242661705710851905?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5242661705710851905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/akhirnya-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/5242661705710851905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/5242661705710851905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/akhirnya-end.html' title='Akhirnya (The End) by Innuendo feat Camelia'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SqWXPPqtyOI/AAAAAAAADSQ/D-Sp55Ly230/s72-c/romantic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-1067926466549186413</id><published>2009-09-06T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T11:00:29.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life takes a back seat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCZAN5jK9KI/AAAAAAAAEYo/LoCrgi5cypo/s1600/misc+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCZAN5jK9KI/AAAAAAAAEYo/LoCrgi5cypo/s400/misc+137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487143803528344738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days where i feel very blessed being me. I had lunch with the people i love and who love me. I had a great time at the park/lake with friends whom i adore and hopefully whom adores me too. There were no worries. Just taking in and enjoying the feeling of peace and happiness and gratefulness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Love the Lord your God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-1067926466549186413?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1067926466549186413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-life-takes-back-seat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/1067926466549186413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/1067926466549186413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-life-takes-back-seat.html' title='When life takes a back seat'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCZAN5jK9KI/AAAAAAAAEYo/LoCrgi5cypo/s72-c/misc+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-2582588245387736766</id><published>2009-08-25T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:22:27.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest sadness</title><content type='html'>The greatest sadness is knowing that &lt;br /&gt;Even when I stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I am still invisible to you&lt;br /&gt;Fate will forever keep us apart&lt;br /&gt;But I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written in 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. it's okay to love and lost than to never have love at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-2582588245387736766?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2582588245387736766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/greatest-sadness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/2582588245387736766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/2582588245387736766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/greatest-sadness.html' title='Greatest sadness'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-4173064577506594517</id><published>2009-08-20T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:23:31.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://15malaysia.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://15malaysia.com/images/banner_15my_rectangle.jpg" alt="15Malaysia" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-373731810293719525</id><published>2009-08-20T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:28:41.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas wish list</title><content type='html'>Is it too early to be thinking of Christmas ..... heck NOT!!! I've got so much time on my mind and hands .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my tentative list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dental Care (Cavities + deep cleaning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/So2TY47UbbI/AAAAAAAADRg/AFsMvBV7wnc/s1600-h/TEETH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/So2TY47UbbI/AAAAAAAADRg/AFsMvBV7wnc/s320/TEETH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372111986330201522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A brand new pair of frameless glasses (mine is chipping on the sides. Constantly using sharpie to blackout the chip spots ..lalala)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/So2UCewsh8I/AAAAAAAADRo/iqUPU3hLJMI/s1600-h/GLASSES_frameless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/So2UCewsh8I/AAAAAAAADRo/iqUPU3hLJMI/s320/GLASSES_frameless.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372112700860827586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Full set of full size skin care products (on water and samples right now :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/So2VIlO8T8I/AAAAAAAADRw/AAdGHhoEfao/s1600-h/Clinique+Moisture+Surge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/So2VIlO8T8I/AAAAAAAADRw/AAdGHhoEfao/s320/Clinique+Moisture+Surge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372113905189146562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's good for now... working on wish list ... working.... work !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-373731810293719525?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/373731810293719525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/christmas-wish-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/373731810293719525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/373731810293719525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/christmas-wish-list.html' title='Christmas wish list'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/So2TY47UbbI/AAAAAAAADRg/AFsMvBV7wnc/s72-c/TEETH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-1382407163973220205</id><published>2009-08-17T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:48:56.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Grad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SopAvt0XRWI/AAAAAAAADQ4/xHzTuXKMBro/s1600-h/post_grad_ver21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SopAvt0XRWI/AAAAAAAADQ4/xHzTuXKMBro/s320/post_grad_ver21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371176694089991522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for job, look for love, find yourself .... that's the tagline for the upcoming movie Post Grad to be release on the 21st. Oh well, it doesn't take a genius to know how it got my attention. Anyways, would like to watch this movie but judging from my financial situation right now... it's not going to happen .... oh well, at least I know how it feels being a post grad who is unemployed and soon to be moving back home with mom n dad (not that i dont' like living at home just that i had this childhood dream of having my own modern cute n comfy loft in the city) .... if only.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. welcome to the real world girl !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-1382407163973220205?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1382407163973220205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-grad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/1382407163973220205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/1382407163973220205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-grad.html' title='Post Grad'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SopAvt0XRWI/AAAAAAAADQ4/xHzTuXKMBro/s72-c/post_grad_ver21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-4024629282052729743</id><published>2009-08-17T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:06:44.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>text text text</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SonUVvqTfRI/AAAAAAAADQw/1G9QNudTc5Q/s1600-h/Sprint-LG-Rumor-Smartphone-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SonUVvqTfRI/AAAAAAAADQw/1G9QNudTc5Q/s320/Sprint-LG-Rumor-Smartphone-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371057500652272914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I say bye bye to my text messaging plan. Now what's the use of having a LG Rumor if you can't text....... bawl!!!!!!! On my way home from the sprint store, my heart felt empty but heavy. A part of me died today .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Let bygones be bygones .... not!!! Someday I am going to get back my messaging plan.... just u wait n see ...ahahahaha (evil grin***)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-4024629282052729743?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4024629282052729743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/text-text-text.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/4024629282052729743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/4024629282052729743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/text-text-text.html' title='text text text'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SonUVvqTfRI/AAAAAAAADQw/1G9QNudTc5Q/s72-c/Sprint-LG-Rumor-Smartphone-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-3885070488481701651</id><published>2009-08-15T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:57:38.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><content type='html'>Purple skies&lt;br /&gt;Windy nights&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful evening&lt;br /&gt;Perfect ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Does the world revolve around you? Or do you revolve around the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-3885070488481701651?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3885070488481701651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/purple-skies-windy-nights-peaceful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/3885070488481701651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/3885070488481701651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/purple-skies-windy-nights-peaceful.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-7387473968481582438</id><published>2009-08-08T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:00:06.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creed -  the satirical poem</title><content type='html'>We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin&lt;br /&gt;We believe everything is OK&lt;br /&gt;as long as you don't hurt anyone&lt;br /&gt;to the best of your definition of hurt,&lt;br /&gt;and to the best of your knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe in sex before, during, and after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;We believe in the therapy of sin.&lt;br /&gt;We believe that adultery is fun.&lt;br /&gt;We believe that sodomy’s OK.&lt;br /&gt;We believe that taboos are taboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe that everything's getting better&lt;br /&gt;despite evidence to the contrary.&lt;br /&gt;The evidence must be investigated&lt;br /&gt;And you can prove anything with evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe there's something in horoscopes&lt;br /&gt;UFO's and bent spoons.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was a good man just like Buddha,&lt;br /&gt;Mohammed, and ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;He was a good moral teacher though we think&lt;br /&gt;His good morals were bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe that all religions are basically the same-&lt;br /&gt;at least the one that we read was.&lt;br /&gt;They all believe in love and goodness.&lt;br /&gt;They only differ on matters of creation,&lt;br /&gt;sin, heaven, hell, God, and salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe that after death comes the Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Because when you ask the dead what happens&lt;br /&gt;they say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;If death is not the end, if the dead have lied, then its&lt;br /&gt;compulsory heaven for all&lt;br /&gt;excepting perhaps&lt;br /&gt;Hitler, Stalin, and Genghis Kahn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe in Masters and Johnson&lt;br /&gt;What's selected is average.&lt;br /&gt;What's average is normal.&lt;br /&gt;What's normal is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe in total disarmament.&lt;br /&gt;We believe there are direct links between warfare and&lt;br /&gt;bloodshed.&lt;br /&gt;Americans should beat their guns into tractors .&lt;br /&gt;And the Russians would be sure to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe that man is essentially good.&lt;br /&gt;It's only his behavior that lets him down.&lt;br /&gt;This is the fault of society.&lt;br /&gt;Society is the fault of conditions.&lt;br /&gt;Conditions are the fault of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe that each man must find the truth that is right for him.&lt;br /&gt;Reality will adapt accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;The universe will readjust.&lt;br /&gt;History will alter.&lt;br /&gt;We believe that there is no absolute truth&lt;br /&gt;excepting the truth&lt;br /&gt;that there is no absolute truth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We believe in the rejection of creeds,&lt;br /&gt;And the flowering of individual thought.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If chance be&lt;br /&gt;the Father of all flesh,&lt;br /&gt;disaster is his rainbow in the sky&lt;br /&gt;and when you hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of Emergency!&lt;br /&gt;Sniper Kills Ten!&lt;br /&gt;Troops on Rampage!&lt;br /&gt;Whites go Looting!&lt;br /&gt;Bomb Blasts School!&lt;br /&gt;It is but the sound of man&lt;br /&gt;worshipping his maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ravi Zacharias, Can Man live Without God? Pages 42-44)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Men are more satirical from vanity than from malice - Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-7387473968481582438?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7387473968481582438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/creed-satirical-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7387473968481582438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7387473968481582438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/creed-satirical-poem.html' title='Creed -  the satirical poem'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-2670257396706692435</id><published>2009-08-08T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:50:51.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin &amp; its Consequences</title><content type='html'>What is sin?&lt;br /&gt;Our sinful nature produces sins (behavior contrary to God's laws and commands). &lt;br /&gt;The "I" problem. &lt;br /&gt;Man becomes his own authority, putting themselves before God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of sin&lt;br /&gt;Genesis account of the fall (Genesis 3:7-12)&lt;br /&gt;The man and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame (Genesis 2:25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Broken relationships&lt;br /&gt;Sin destroys relationships and creates alienation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Man and man&lt;br /&gt;We create many categories of classification, and if we think someone is in the same category as ourselves, we constantly compete with that person. Someone else's good is experiences as a personal diminishment. E.g. Cain felt the need to kill his brother to eliminate competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Man and himself&lt;br /&gt;Adam felt no guilt until he sinned against God. Sin leads to insecurities and loneliness. Guilt leads man to build a fortress around themselves. This is the only avenue man knows of to experience security - a fear driven effort to be well defended and safe from pain and involvement. In response we throw ourselves into work, entertainment to deaden the growing sense of hollowness. We have become so many people that we ask ourselves - who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Man and God&lt;br /&gt;The alternative to not believing in God is not that you believe nothing, it is that you will believe anything (G.K. Chesterton)&lt;br /&gt;Rejecting God meant losing true intimacy and also the start to worshipping other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Idolatry&lt;br /&gt;The magnitude of these idolatry in terms of dollars wasted on them are so great that any effort to dismiss these as insignificant diversions is a form of denial.&lt;br /&gt;Idols =  fantasy + falsehood + dehumanization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Relativism&lt;br /&gt;When there is no truth, people don't need to look for truth.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone did as they saw fit (Judges 21:25)&lt;br /&gt;Maintains that criteria and judgement vary with individuals and their environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orphans by choice&lt;br /&gt;Fearing rejection, we don a mask of apathy and hardness, "I don't care" attitude. When deep down inside we do really care. Man rapidly deteriorate into isolation, fear and selfishness. Man apart from God is miserable, lost and directionless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. No peace between man can be had unless man realizes that his fellow man is his brother. But with no notion of the fatherhood of God, there can be no brotherhood of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Course 101, Bridgeway church)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-2670257396706692435?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2670257396706692435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/sin-its-consequences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/2670257396706692435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/2670257396706692435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/sin-its-consequences.html' title='Sin &amp; its Consequences'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-1910513081055372856</id><published>2009-08-08T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:49:42.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY9jSSy7ZI/AAAAAAAAEYY/kF_OtAMaKdU/s1600/ansley-glass-house-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY9jSSy7ZI/AAAAAAAAEYY/kF_OtAMaKdU/s400/ansley-glass-house-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487140872412917138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houses are made of sticks and stones, but homes are made of love alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pg. 115, Second chances, Jane Green)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit: trendir.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. second chances don't always happen, if they do, make sure you grab 'em and hold on to 'em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-1910513081055372856?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1910513081055372856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/homes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/1910513081055372856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/1910513081055372856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/homes.html' title='Homes'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY9jSSy7ZI/AAAAAAAAEYY/kF_OtAMaKdU/s72-c/ansley-glass-house-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-5962256330589587814</id><published>2009-08-05T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:17:40.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movies that lead the audience on... and then what???</title><content type='html'>why does most movies that has "the end of the world" theme has to lead to an ending that relates to an alien but not to the existence of God???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If man can accept that there is a creation and death. Man should believe that there is God. Not some sort of alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed with Hollywood movies these days. Some people should get a better screenwriter.... with all these crap going around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what ..... The day the earth stood still ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what...... Knowing ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. disampingku cahayamu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-5962256330589587814?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5962256330589587814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/movies-that-lead-audience-on-and-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/5962256330589587814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/5962256330589587814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/movies-that-lead-audience-on-and-then.html' 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/&gt;yang sedih pilu&lt;br /&gt;Terimalah lagu ku jadi teman hidup mu&lt;br /&gt;Untuk selamanya&lt;br /&gt;Kau tahu bertapa ku sayang padamu&lt;br /&gt;Hanya bidadari sebagai ganti&lt;br /&gt;Hanya takdir&lt;br /&gt;Menentukan ia&lt;br /&gt;Oh belaian jiwa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. aku menanti kehadiran bidadariku disampingku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-419699387138193635?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/419699387138193635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/belaian-jiwa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/419699387138193635'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Kau buatku begini&lt;br /&gt;Dalam dilema&lt;br /&gt;Di antara jalan derita&lt;br /&gt;Tidak pernah kuduga&lt;br /&gt;Ini semua terjadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah engkau&lt;br /&gt;Menghancurkan segala&lt;br /&gt;Setelah lama&lt;br /&gt;Kita mengharungi bersama&lt;br /&gt;Usah biarkan&lt;br /&gt;Cinta kita yang suci&lt;br /&gt;Dilambung ombak&lt;br /&gt;Karam dilautan berduri&lt;br /&gt;Hanya satu pintaku&lt;br /&gt;Moga kau menginsafi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telah banyak yang kuberi&lt;br /&gt;Sejak dulu lagi&lt;br /&gt;Pengorbanan tiada pernah jemu&lt;br /&gt;Hanyalah Tuhan saja&lt;br /&gt;Bisa menentukan semua&lt;br /&gt;Kesabaran daku menantimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutetap memaafkan&lt;br /&gt;Dan berdoa kau kembali&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum diri melangkah pergi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. memori lama kembali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;Betapaku cinta padamu&lt;br /&gt;Katakanlah kau cinta padaku&lt;br /&gt;Sematkanlahku dihatimu&lt;br /&gt;Walau dimana berada&lt;br /&gt;Ingatku dalam doamu&lt;br /&gt;Hiasilah hati&lt;br /&gt;Dengan cinta suci&lt;br /&gt;Selamanya&lt;br /&gt;Gemerlapan jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Semikanlah cinta&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kau dan aku&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya bersama&lt;br /&gt;Aku kan menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun seribu&lt;br /&gt;Tahun lagi&lt;br /&gt;~ Siti Nurhaliza ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. adakah itu cinta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-7941224245757450323?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7941224245757450323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-5541628547386869718</id><published>2009-08-01T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:52:38.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fools we are</title><content type='html'>Naturally we are fools by nature&lt;br /&gt;Love to be fooled&lt;br /&gt;Love to fool&lt;br /&gt;Fools do rush in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. What if finding the love of your life meant changing the life that you love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-5541628547386869718?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5541628547386869718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/fools-we-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/5541628547386869718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/5541628547386869718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/08/fools-we-are.html' title='Fools we are'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-9214878977369975294</id><published>2009-07-23T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:45:36.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation &amp; the Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY8rfRZdEI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/StW-qmxLM_c/s1600/adam-and-eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY8rfRZdEI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/StW-qmxLM_c/s320/adam-and-eve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487139913824040002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In the beginning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything has its being in the sovereign God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did God look at the physical creation and call it good?&lt;br /&gt;What is the basis of this goodness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God was anticipating how you and I would enjoy all the handiwork He made, all in perfect proportion to mankind, to whom God has given a very special charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The intolerable compliment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of a long and growing relationship between the heavenly Father and his children is anticipated. The dominant theme of this relationship is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God's love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship between the Creator and creature. Our life is at every moment supplied by Him. He has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more love there is, the more we are bothered to be loved. But God loves us and really wants us to change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created things which had free will. Freedom to choose or to reject. To love is the most free thing we can do. The entry to the inner sanctum of our heart is entirely ours to give or withhold. One who seeks genuine love must allow the other person the option of rejection. If there is no way to reject someone, then there is no way to love that person either.  Any love under such circumstances would be illusory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love=Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice to reject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have misconstrued that the forbidden fruit was a kind of trap which God designed for the downfall of mankind. In fact, every significant relationship has its own built in forbidden fruit. E.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Husband and wife ~ adultery&lt;br /&gt;Friends ~ disloyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These prohibitions define each relationship, provide boundary lines which the relationship can achieve beauty and provide security. Without theses, the relationship will lose their meaning and significance in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reject someone who has a relationship with you is one of the most hurtful things that can be done. That is why any form of betrayal&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(a weapon only in the hands of those you love)&lt;/span&gt; hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Essence of sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "I" problem. Which is also called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Eve, they decided to serve themselves and not God. Sin is the inner desire to rule over self and play "God" in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The denial of our relationship with God is the essence of sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life without God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of the first sin, death entered into human life and is an inevitable reality. Death is the only unconquerable enemy of mankind but also causes us to see with greater clarity the proper priorities of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You cannot understand the meaning of life so do not think about it, but live,I can no longer do it; I have already done it too long. I cannot now help seeing day and night bringing me to death. That is all I see, for that alone is true. All else is false (Leo Tolstoy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit: philgold.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;p.s. life is beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-9214878977369975294?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/9214878977369975294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/creation-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/9214878977369975294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/9214878977369975294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/creation-fall.html' title='Creation &amp; the Fall'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY8rfRZdEI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/StW-qmxLM_c/s72-c/adam-and-eve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-2425149325986313298</id><published>2009-07-22T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:09:43.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The other woman</title><content type='html'>I know that love isn't enough. That you have to cherish the people you love, that saying I love you isn't ever enough, that you have to show that love each and every day, even when life threatens to get in the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg 115, The Other Woman (Jane Green)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. honor awaits the heart that is true to itself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-2425149325986313298?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2425149325986313298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-that-love-isnt-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/2425149325986313298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/2425149325986313298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-that-love-isnt-enough.html' title='The other woman'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-3387506991147933085</id><published>2009-07-11T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:46:47.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps Love ( 如果爱）</title><content type='html'>Life is like a film&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us plays the leading role in our own film&lt;br /&gt;Some others might assume that they play the co-leading role in someone else's film&lt;br /&gt;But in fact, they merely play a supporting role or a small part &lt;br /&gt;Or worse, their scenes could have been taken out during editing&lt;br /&gt;He/she just doesn't know it yet&lt;br /&gt;Like a mother and her daughter&lt;br /&gt;The little girl would certainly be the lead in her mother's film&lt;br /&gt;Yet in 10 years, how important would the role of the mother be in her daughter's film?&lt;br /&gt;It would be beautiful if someone is responsible for keeping track on those deleted footages&lt;br /&gt;To make sure they are intact&lt;br /&gt;Because people do make mistakes while editing &lt;br /&gt;When they realize that they made the wrong cuts&lt;br /&gt;Then the deleted footages could be delivered back to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ taken from the movie Perhaps Love, in the process some of the lines were modified to balance my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0454914/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-3387506991147933085?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3387506991147933085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/perhaps-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/3387506991147933085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/3387506991147933085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/07/perhaps-love.html' title='Perhaps Love ( 如果爱）'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-861669060007033747</id><published>2009-07-11T00:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:21:48.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border:0px solid gray; 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They got to do what they came to do and escaped unnoticed. What is unusual about this story is that they took nothing. But what they did instead was they change the cost of everything. Price tags were swapped. These pranksters took the tag of a $395.00 camera and stuck it on a $5.00 stationery. They repriced almost everything in the store. Still, the craziest part happened the next morning. The store opened as usual. The employees went to work. Customers shopped. The place functioned as normal for 4 hours before anyone noticed what happened. Some people got some bargains. others got fleeced. For 4 solid hours no one noticed that the values of the goods has been swapped (Max Lucado, No Wonder they Call Him Savior, pp. 31-32).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should not have happened because we see the same things happening everyday. We a deluge by a distorted value system. We see the most valuable things in our lives peddled for pennies and we see the cheapest smut go for millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What causes us to elevate the body and degrade the soul? What causes us to pamper the skin while we pollute the heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our values are messed up. It all began when someone convinced us that the human race is headed nowhere. That man has no destiny. That we are a cycle. That there is no reason to existence. That we are meaningless people trapped on earth that has no destination. The earth is just a spinning mausoleum. That creation was accidental and humanity has no direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If man has no destiny then he has no duty, obligation and responsibilities. If man has no destiny, he has no guidelines or goals. If man has no destiny, who is to say what is right or wrong? It is your value system against mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If man has no destiny, man has no value. Man has no future and he isn't worth much. There is no reason to be here, therefore there is no value. And then our system goes haywire. We feel useless and worthless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we create false value systems. Value is now measured by several criteria; appearance and performance. This doesn't leave much to the unborn child or the handicapped or the ugly or the aged or the  uneducated. We all have become nameless numbers on mislaid lists (Max Lucado, No Wonder they Call Him the Savior).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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? 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? Matthew 6:25-26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how ridiculously man has switched the value tags, God is not misleading. Man has a destiny, duty and worth. No matter how hard man try to build a physically comfortable life, there will always be sorrow, a yearning and a homesickness that will rob him of rest (C.S. Lewis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou hast made us for thyself and our souls shall always be restless until they find their rest in Thee. (Saint Augustine in the 4th century)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: COURSE 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. with great power comes great responsibilities&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-3640681996356817688?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3640681996356817688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/intro-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/3640681996356817688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/3640681996356817688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/intro-week.html' title='What is Life?'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-893618408199822313</id><published>2009-06-14T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:26:50.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREAT AMERICAN TRAILER PARK MUSICAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SjXxXUPDayI/AAAAAAAACaw/EksB2oWL6Q8/s1600-h/gamtp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SjXxXUPDayI/AAAAAAAACaw/EksB2oWL6Q8/s320/gamtp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347445515443464994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shout out to the peeps living in the bay area. There's a musical in town at the San Jose Stage Company. Come one, come all and have loads of laughter and fun. &lt;br /&gt;Runs till July 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed, Thurs - 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Fri, Sat - 8pm&lt;br /&gt;Sun - 2pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Delicious New Musical&lt;br /&gt;THE GREAT AMERICAN TRAILER PARK MUSICAL&lt;br /&gt;Music and Lyrics by David Nehls&lt;br /&gt;Book by Betsy Kelso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new tenant at Armadillo Acres, and she wreaking havoc all over Florida's most exclusive trailer park. When Pippi, the stripper on the run, comes between the Dr. Phil-loving, agoraphobic Jeannie and her tollbooth collector husband, the storms begin to brew. The Village Voice calls it "a show that actually lives up to the hype of its title." and, according to Broadway.com, "a sparkling, sharp irreverence lights up this musical and makes it one of the most laugh-out-loud shows in town."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information checkout the website:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sanjose-stage.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or call for tickets at:&lt;br /&gt;(408) 283-7142&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: if all my dreams come true i will be spending time with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-893618408199822313?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/893618408199822313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-american-trailer-park-musical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/893618408199822313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/893618408199822313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-american-trailer-park-musical.html' title='THE GREAT AMERICAN TRAILER PARK MUSICAL'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SjXxXUPDayI/AAAAAAAACaw/EksB2oWL6Q8/s72-c/gamtp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-5304126532892544962</id><published>2009-06-14T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:40:56.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The road not taken</title><content type='html'>I remembered many years ago, I had to read some poems for English literature time. One of it stood out to me. Though I did not remember the poet but till this very day I still remembered the meaning behind the poetry. This very day, I want to especially remind myself of it. "The Road Not Taken". For some of us, many of times in our lives, we had to make choices. Some more important than others. What should I eat for breakfast so that I don't get too full and get sleepy during work? What time should I leave for class/work? Should I take the car or the public transport today? What major should I choose? Should I buy the house? My situation might not be that big, but I do not take it the least smallest at all at this moment in my life. What kind of job should I be looking for? Will this job give me benefits? Am I going to be fulfilled from doing this? Can this job take me to better place? Is this what I want? Can I see myself doing this for the next 5 or 10 years? What should I do if i get laid off in 1 year? Can this experience help me find a better job? These are the questions running through my head. Compared to the professionals (engineers, computer engineers, lawyers, accountants, doctors, nurses etc)... I feel like nothing. Because my path, like the poem, is the road not taken. Will I be taking this road less traveled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY7lzQHtoI/AAAAAAAAEYA/Y6z1ILavneM/s1600/road_not_taken70.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY7lzQHtoI/AAAAAAAAEYA/Y6z1ILavneM/s400/road_not_taken70.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487138716596549250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit: gem.win.co.nz&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I'm so scared that you will see all the weakness inside of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-5304126532892544962?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5304126532892544962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-remembered-many-years-ago-i-had-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/5304126532892544962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/5304126532892544962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-remembered-many-years-ago-i-had-to.html' title='The road not taken'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY7lzQHtoI/AAAAAAAAEYA/Y6z1ILavneM/s72-c/road_not_taken70.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-7547297567201127903</id><published>2009-06-02T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:43:17.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suara hatiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY8LShOnnI/AAAAAAAAEYI/SB599AcGniY/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY8LShOnnI/AAAAAAAAEYI/SB599AcGniY/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487139360644963954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Hatiku rasa teramat pilu&lt;br /&gt;Bagaikan ombak hancur di atas batu&lt;br /&gt;Segala rintangan yang ku lalui&lt;br /&gt;Untuk anda rasa bangga&lt;br /&gt;Tapi &lt;br /&gt;Segala ini hanyalah  &lt;br /&gt;Satu kenangan &lt;br /&gt;Satu impian&lt;br /&gt;Jikalau aku membina satu imaginasi manis&lt;br /&gt;Untuk melupakan yang pahit&lt;br /&gt;Segala ini boleh dilupakan&lt;br /&gt;Bagaikan ombak hancur di atas batu. &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. satu dunia, satu impian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-7547297567201127903?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7547297567201127903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/hatiku-rasa-teramat-pilu-bagaikan-ombak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7547297567201127903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7547297567201127903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/hatiku-rasa-teramat-pilu-bagaikan-ombak.html' title='Suara hatiku'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY8LShOnnI/AAAAAAAAEYI/SB599AcGniY/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-151968752434123073</id><published>2009-06-01T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:23:57.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SiOICJN4YFI/AAAAAAAACZk/MX1MZguzAyM/s1600-h/graduation+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SiOICJN4YFI/AAAAAAAACZk/MX1MZguzAyM/s320/graduation+096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342263153406795858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations little one. I'm so proud of you. Hang on there. You might not know what is your destiny now. But do not ever give up. If others can do it, you can do it too. And with an extra work, you can do it even better. And don't you ever fall prey to laziness. The root of all evil. Remember that whatever you do, keep being humble and kind and resourceful and continue to learn for knowledge is infinite. Also, whatever you do, you will have your family and friends by your side, motivating and setting good examples for you. Most of all, God is great! He guides you into something making sure you will be able to overcome it. With the love of the Father, no mountain is too high to climb, no ocean is to wide to swim across. The impossible is possible through the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Every experience God gives us, every person He puts in our path, is the perfect preparation only He can see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-151968752434123073?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/151968752434123073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/congratulations-little-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/151968752434123073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/151968752434123073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/06/congratulations-little-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SiOICJN4YFI/AAAAAAAACZk/MX1MZguzAyM/s72-c/graduation+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-7636637385223445687</id><published>2009-05-18T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:36:02.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY6fQBObPI/AAAAAAAAEXw/l7YrchHBzRY/s1600/graduation+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY6fQBObPI/AAAAAAAAEXw/l7YrchHBzRY/s320/graduation+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487137504547990770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The epitome of 5 years in undergrad school has finally come to an end. The curtains are getting ready to close. Would never have thought that it all ended with 3 pages of "fill in the blanks" in stage management today. I guess the feeling hasn't sunk in with me yet. I think I need a couple more days to digest. Or maybe after commencement, it will finally sink in that I am going to be one of the statistics among the unemployed. Mixed feelings but definitely a blessing. A chapter closed and a new one is coming. What will the title of the chapter be? Will find out. But hopefully not for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Do all the good you can... By all the means you can... In all the ways you can... In all the places you can... At all the times you can... To all the people you can... As long as ever you can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-7636637385223445687?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7636637385223445687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/epitome-of-5-years-in-undergrad-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7636637385223445687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/7636637385223445687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/epitome-of-5-years-in-undergrad-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY6fQBObPI/AAAAAAAAEXw/l7YrchHBzRY/s72-c/graduation+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-6395194093174702400</id><published>2009-05-04T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:31:28.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY5Wsjg8VI/AAAAAAAAEXo/OFx49ttS14I/s1600/25-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY5Wsjg8VI/AAAAAAAAEXo/OFx49ttS14I/s320/25-cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487136258077552978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quarter of century gone&lt;br /&gt;Too many too small&lt;br /&gt;Seasons come and seasons go&lt;br /&gt;Memories attached to memories &lt;br /&gt;Like a string of never ending pearls&lt;br /&gt;Blessings of eternal love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit: www.pinkcakebox.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. God will use every circumstances in your life to fulfill his eternal purpose for your life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-6395194093174702400?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6395194093174702400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/25-candles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/6395194093174702400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/6395194093174702400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/25-candles.html' title='&lt;CENTER&gt;25 candles&lt;/CENTER&gt;'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY5Wsjg8VI/AAAAAAAAEXo/OFx49ttS14I/s72-c/25-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-5683778914203167365</id><published>2009-05-02T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:21:44.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the rain is back</title><content type='html'>Latest weather report~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudden weather change in san jose. Cloudy skies, more rain to come for the next 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days and mondays always gets me down...........ahem... maybe it's not monday yet but still, no sun on a weekend is no fun! The cloudy skies overshadowing the city gives me the blues on a early saturday morning. Way earlier than the supposedly mondays....geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. We are all full of weakness and errors; let us mutually pardon each other our follies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-5683778914203167365?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5683778914203167365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/5683778914203167365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/5683778914203167365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain-is-back.html' title='the rain is back'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-6788105568397846787</id><published>2009-04-25T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:29:06.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dash of wicked passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY4ybtyVdI/AAAAAAAAEXg/cvbGGA15FhA/s1600/99260-last_longer_relationships_love_lust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY4ybtyVdI/AAAAAAAAEXg/cvbGGA15FhA/s320/99260-last_longer_relationships_love_lust.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487135635081942482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden rush of adrenalin&lt;br /&gt;Is it really love&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just lust&lt;br /&gt;Or a desire&lt;br /&gt;To want what you don't have&lt;br /&gt;To want what others have&lt;br /&gt;Such feelings are just momentary&lt;br /&gt;Beware, do not be tempted&lt;br /&gt;Be faithful&lt;br /&gt;Be patient&lt;br /&gt;For your time will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit: pollsb.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy; the mad daughter of a wise mother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-6788105568397846787?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6788105568397846787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/dash-of-wicked-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/6788105568397846787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/6788105568397846787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/dash-of-wicked-passion.html' title='&lt;CENTER&gt;A dash of wicked passion&lt;/CENTER&gt;'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TCY4ybtyVdI/AAAAAAAAEXg/cvbGGA15FhA/s72-c/99260-last_longer_relationships_love_lust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-428885355599384070</id><published>2009-04-23T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:20:39.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SfD6FceWZ4I/AAAAAAAACTE/CQRKUOinU5w/s1600-h/Bebe03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SfD6FceWZ4I/AAAAAAAACTE/CQRKUOinU5w/s320/Bebe03.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328033330629076866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finish watching Marley and Me on my laptop. Took me 3 days to watch it since my schedule is super tight this week with classes, work and tech rehearsals that could drag long till midnight. Anyway, Marley and Me is just a regular family drama but it touches my heart because it talks about a dog and just not any dog but a pet close to home. Seeing Marley being picked out from the bunch as the "clearance puppy". And from being the uncontrollable dog to being part of the family. It is scenes like this that touch my heart. My family has a cat too and she is called Bebee. I've seen her grown from a kitty to a beauty. I bathed her, fed her, played with her. Made her exercise on the treadmill when I was too lazy to. Going to bed with her and most of all being greet by her screams in the morning. I missed all those times. I haven't been home for 3 years now and it is a long time. She wouldn't be able to remember me anymore but I will always love her. Hopefully I get to go home soon and spend time with her =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo credits by mummy &lt;br /&gt;model: Bebee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. To succeed in the world it is not enough to be stupid, you must also be well-mannered&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-428885355599384070?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/428885355599384070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/428885355599384070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/428885355599384070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-of-family.html' title='Part of the family'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SfD6FceWZ4I/AAAAAAAACTE/CQRKUOinU5w/s72-c/Bebe03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-982910073339237895</id><published>2009-04-23T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:20:09.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>east meets west</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SfDnLVYuT4I/AAAAAAAACSY/q1WNoy-p95o/s1600-h/SantaCruz2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SfDnLVYuT4I/AAAAAAAACSY/q1WNoy-p95o/s320/SantaCruz2009+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328012541084716930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really amusing. I thought only people in Asian countries wash their shoes and put it out to dry. Guess what? Someone actually left their shoes to dry on top of a fence here in San Jose California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-982910073339237895?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/982910073339237895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-really-amusing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/982910073339237895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/982910073339237895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-really-amusing.html' title='east meets west'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/SfDnLVYuT4I/AAAAAAAACSY/q1WNoy-p95o/s72-c/SantaCruz2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-6705642694724832185</id><published>2009-04-21T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:19:25.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/Se35NWFc27I/AAAAAAAACSQ/ygiklpU-Iug/s1600-h/pinkroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/Se35NWFc27I/AAAAAAAACSQ/ygiklpU-Iug/s320/pinkroom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327187941911223218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny day 4th day in a row. I love the California sunshine. But this humid weather is just a little too much  for spring. Feels like summer instead. Do you know that colors are influenced by the environment? Colors affect the mood of people. Sometimes it is subconscious but sometimes it is physical. One good example is that rehabilitation centers and hospitals have a pink room. Studies have found that if you put an extremely violent person in a pink room, it can calm them down. So let's also look into the effects of other colors on our moods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow - cheerful, serene, aggressive&lt;br /&gt;orange - distressed, stimulating, disturb&lt;br /&gt;red - loving, exciting, strong&lt;br /&gt;green - youthful, fresh, calm&lt;br /&gt;blue - pleasant, cool, secure&lt;br /&gt;violet -  dignified, sad, depressing&lt;br /&gt;black - melancholy, unhappy, fearful&lt;br /&gt;white - pure, tender, soothing&lt;br /&gt;brown - secure, comfortable, disagreeable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Theatrical design and production by J Michael Gillette)&lt;br /&gt;photo credits by http://www.theocmama.com/2006/07/amelias-bedroom.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Faith is more than what you can see with your eyes and feel with your fingers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-6705642694724832185?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6705642694724832185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/meaning-of-color.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/6705642694724832185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/6705642694724832185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/meaning-of-color.html' title='Meaning of color'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/Se35NWFc27I/AAAAAAAACSQ/ygiklpU-Iug/s72-c/pinkroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122023462651766786.post-455546826579989432</id><published>2009-04-20T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:18:20.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoided the water but underestimated the cactus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/Se2FqNJUM7I/AAAAAAAACSI/7QiTz8probs/s1600-h/SantaCruz2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/Se2FqNJUM7I/AAAAAAAACSI/7QiTz8probs/s320/SantaCruz2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327060894378898354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way out to class today when my neighbor was washing her car. The floor was obviously wet and right in front of me was a puddle which was not going to go anywhere. So being the smart me, I decided to avoid the pool of water by walking at the side most edge as I could along the pots of plants against the wall. Unfortunately, I was too ignorant to realize the plant were not just any plants. It was a big cactus the size of a pot of orchids. Before I could avoid it, the thorns from the cactus has stuck on to the sleeves of my black sweater and some of it even pierced through the sweater and grazed the surface of my left arms. I hurriedly pull up my sleeves to see tiny thorns sticking out my arms. It was a funny scene as I felt like a cactus myself. But funny as it was, it quickly became scary. I felt a little oozy and my arms quickly turned red. At the moment I thought I was going to die. If so, I would probably be the first person to die from cacti allergy if there is such thing. Anyway, it has been a couple of hours since. I manage to get rid of the thorns that I could see and just try to ignore those that I couldn't. Lesson learned, observe your surroundings. Don't take advantage of the slightest things that you pass by daily. You never know when it might jump out and surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. from dream to scene, this is what i hope this blog would be about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122023462651766786-455546826579989432?l=dreamtoscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/feeds/455546826579989432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/avoided-water-but-underestimated-cactus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/455546826579989432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122023462651766786/posts/default/455546826579989432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtoscene.blogspot.com/2009/04/avoided-water-but-underestimated-cactus.html' title='Avoided the water but underestimated the cactus'/><author><name>Nicole Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13869967777705594854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/TMt3j8Y98yI/AAAAAAAAEyg/dfbWmnAz1yw/S220/0416_glass_green_apple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQHxiojUpc0/Se2FqNJUM7I/AAAAAAAACSI/7QiTz8probs/s72-c/SantaCruz2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
