<?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-27749781</id><updated>2011-12-14T11:57:00.940+08:00</updated><category term='life and death story'/><category term='spooky story'/><category term='Boon Lay shopping centre'/><category term='unethical misuse of excellent award'/><category term='celebration and attic'/><category term='jesus send message'/><category term='Luck'/><category term='ghost and spirits of the door'/><category term='band practice'/><category term='redeemers'/><category term='judging the world'/><category term='velocity and water cycle'/><category term='sacred heart auto league'/><category term='nurse and doors'/><category 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story'/><category term='words become flesh'/><category term='the thinker'/><category term='instruments of God'/><category term='special day'/><category term='fashion shop'/><category term='opportune timing'/><title type='text'>Spiritual Paradise</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Spiritual Paradise.  This is a place where you can seek spiritual comfort and the doubts of lives.      It is a site where you can find spiritual food to enhance your knowledge and wisdom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-2976284020871240600</id><published>2011-11-23T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:04:16.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buy sell cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayerful driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universal studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacred heart auto league'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apostolate prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garage del parco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacred heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='member'/><title type='text'>Human Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiQI_GV_wkc/TsyO5Y0_2_I/AAAAAAAAQKo/4C3Sjjr9FaY/s1600/CIMG9552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiQI_GV_wkc/TsyO5Y0_2_I/AAAAAAAAQKo/4C3Sjjr9FaY/s320/CIMG9552.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjZai3pI7WM/TsyOpVbKAHI/AAAAAAAAQKg/bTv4RswDyD4/s1600/CIMG9549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjZai3pI7WM/TsyOpVbKAHI/AAAAAAAAQKg/bTv4RswDyD4/s320/CIMG9549.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These photographs were taken at Universal Studio Singapore.  We went Sentosa for holidays.  Even though we did not own a car, we have the possession of vintage car by taking photographs with it (as shown in the photographs).  Richard and Isaac love cars.  As soon as they saw the vintage cars at Universal Studio, they walked near it and wanted me to take photograph of them.  There were 2 vintage cars parked at Universal Studio Singapore, at New York -- black and white.  Richard and Isaac stood at the white vintage car whereas Clara took a photograph with the black vintage car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Something interesting about the black vintage car.  Clara showed me a sticker at the side window of the black vintage car.  The sticker is shown above in the first photograph.  It is a photograph of the Sacred Heart!  It wrote: MEMBER SACRED HEART AUTO LEAGUE, Apostolate of Prayerful Driving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around February, our family went to Church of Christ The King.  Over there, a new Priest from France just arrived in Singapore.  There, he was asked to bless CARS!  Richard was surprised that the Priest was being asked to bless so many cars.  While the priest was asked to bless cars, I asked him to bless some hanging ornaments for the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If we have cars, we shall be like the others, asking priest to bless our cars.  That is why we can see this special amazing sticker at the vintage car.  Though we are all of different races, speak different language, have different culture, we are all humans and we are all of ONE through ONE GOD, ONE LORD, JESUS CHRIST, The SACRED HEART!  How heartwarming it is to see that there are in fact Catholics like us at Universal Studio Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Similarly, though there are so many buy used cars ( &lt;a href="http://www.garagedelparco.com/"&gt;compro auto usate&lt;/a&gt; ) and used cars for sale ( &lt;a href="http://www.garagedelparco.com/"&gt;vendita auto usate&lt;/a&gt; ) website, one italian website had stand out from the rest through the many years of expertise and experience from dealing with cars -- a business that had been passed down through the years.  This website is none other than Garage Del Parco or garagedelparco.com.  The website is in italian language, but you can always translate it into English using this link : http://translate.google.com/translate?js=y&amp;amp;prev=_t&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;layout=1&amp;amp;eotf=1&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.garagedelparco.com&amp;amp;sl=it&amp;amp;tl=en&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Garage Del Parco has been in business since 1978 with experience and professionalism.  They are always attentive to the needs of customers and hence they have excellent customer satisfaction.  And you can see these through the numerous testimonials cited at their website.  Everybody wants to do business with truthful and honest dealers.  Search for used cars london or in italian language, &lt;a href="http://www.garagedelparco.com/"&gt;auto usate milano&lt;/a&gt;.  Buy and sell using through Garage Del Parco, where efficiency, competence and thoroughness are their trump cards.  It is human nature that we want a trustworthy business dealings.  To ensure excellent service and assistance that is safe and guaranteed, tried out Garage Del Parco and look out for cars of today.  Look at the vast difference in style and fashion of cars of today as that of the past!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-2976284020871240600?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/2976284020871240600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=2976284020871240600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2976284020871240600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2976284020871240600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2011/11/human-nature.html' title='Human Nature'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kiQI_GV_wkc/TsyO5Y0_2_I/AAAAAAAAQKo/4C3Sjjr9FaY/s72-c/CIMG9552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-3493630729963310690</id><published>2009-10-14T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:30:26.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kingdom of god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream from the holy spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paradise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preaching the gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preaching the good news'/><title type='text'>Wonders of The Holy Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.23am: I just cannot stop typing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2009/10/14/faith-hope-joy/"&gt;Inspirations flowing within me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.inspirationpeek.com/inspiration"&gt;Inspirations after inspirations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  It is burning inside me, my heart is burning with Passion, and excitement.  This is Hope, hope for a future.  I have dreams.....  Many things to do, many things to accomplish and to be achieved back in my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have not updated this blog for so long.  I had been very busy, very very busy as usual.  But today no matter how busy, I have to find time to 'release my energy', and to tell you what I had experienced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 384px; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/StVBAmtFWsI/AAAAAAAAOmM/QIe3URoYhZA/s512/DSC01249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391748002769572994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2009/04/11/man-or-woman-boy-or-girl/"&gt;Isaac&lt;/a&gt; and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;做人成功 (Zuo Ren Chen Gong) = &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/08/21/meaning-of-success/"&gt;Successful&lt;/a&gt; In 'Making' People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, indeed, I am successful in zuo ren le (了), but perhaps in theory only, still have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;你会不会做人呀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;你? 'They' said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was mocked by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/25/living-with-dignity/"&gt;people&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, even my own sister.  She ridiculed me when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2009/03/03/just-a-quickie/"&gt;I was pregnant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/08/15/mother-teresa-on-abortion/"&gt;yet again&lt;/a&gt; last year.  Our family has no money, and she always like to 'add oil to fire', and 'stab' my heart.... 'They' say I am a university graduate, and yet I don't know this and don't know that.... 'They' say "you don't know mie?"  'They' used sarcastic remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;More 'They' said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2009/10/14/faith-hope-joy/"&gt;RarePig.com emerged&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  God has helped me and He has answered my prayers and I have a dream, a future ahead now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2009/03/15/torn-into-pieces/"&gt;Time I need&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2009/10/14/faith-hope-joy/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot type more now, but as circumstances permits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-3493630729963310690?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2009/10/14/wonders-of-the-holy-spirit/' title='Wonders of The Holy Spirit'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/3493630729963310690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=3493630729963310690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/3493630729963310690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/3493630729963310690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2009/10/wonders-of-holy-spirit.html' title='Wonders of The Holy Spirit'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/StVBAmtFWsI/AAAAAAAAOmM/QIe3URoYhZA/s72-c/DSC01249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-165708782913066361</id><published>2008-09-17T14:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:06:18.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anita mui date of death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a truth of faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits in the air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels the creation of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anita mui birthday'/><title type='text'>Existence of Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2007/07/28/i-have-a-dream/"&gt;a long dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... dream of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2007/01/12/anita-mui-favourite/"&gt;Anita Mui,  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2007/01/12/anita-mui-favourite/"&gt;梅艷芳, my favourite&lt;/a&gt; vocal singer, her voice so unique, so hoarse, so rough and so husky...  I told Pokemon that I like this kind of voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a building, seem to be like 'Hong Kong flat', and I was at the void deck.  Very vague now...  Anita Mui was in the dream... and many women of different faces...  and they seemed to be telling me about her death....but it's very vague now, only can remember the building, white and the void deck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another dream, it was another celebrity which we often met at Causeway Point.  She has a mole on the cheek, just like me.  I don't know her name, and again, I saw her on one day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this dream, she wanted to bring Richard to a room, to peek at something.  I was curious and decided to follow them.  It was a heavy door, brown in colour with expensive wood, a very big door.  She opened the back door, and I went in  ('see water').  It was quiet, two men were talking which I saw through the mirror reflection...  The woman (Miss Singapore, don't know which year, very fair and long hair) told me to go in, but I quickly came out, telling her what I had seen... it was 'intrusion'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big place, which Richard and I had come about.  There was something like a gateway or doorway in which we need to pass through.  Two monks wearing the normal orange-brown robes were seen standing at the gateway.  We were allowed access into this place, where we walked about and met this 'Miss Singapore' (mentioned above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we passed by a shop, immediately after this heavy wooden door.  It was not a very well-organized shop.  It looked rather run-down and Richard asked for two pieces of blouse.  They were sewn with buttons, with dangling ornaments, etc which I found it to be so ugly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to walk out of the monk gateway, and being scared that I might not be able to go back again, I quickly walked back at the sideway... hoping the monks will not see me, nor questioned me.  There seemed to be &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/06/26/this-used-to-be-my-playground/"&gt;a playground&lt;/a&gt; there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next part of the dream was about a man who in front of us.  I heard him talking about catching angels, and I went forward to talk to him, asking him about angels.  This man looked like one of the man acting in the 'big bad wolf' children's TV show.  He was rather tall and big size.  In his hand was holding a special handphone, which I asked him,"Can it really catch angels?", and I asked him, "How do you catch angels?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me what was inside his special handphone.  It was images of angels.  I said,'Oh, they are not real then!"  Then as he clicked on more images, the angels seemed to be more real, but I wondered did he do any 'edit' or 'amendments' on them, to make the angels looked so real.  The angels were all 'women' or 'girls' and some little girls.  He looked around and told me,"See on that trees, you can find some angels there."  I looked out, and I saw nothing.  I asked him,"How to see?  I can see nothing! How big or how small is the angel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I used my hand and asked him to show me the size of the angels, using the thumb and the index finger to show the height of the angel.  He told me that the angels can be about 20cm or even 5 cm, not more than that, something like that...rather small... the babies, hatching from eggs, as small as 2 cm (the exact numbers was forgotten)... I was filled with awe, surprised and amazed at the sight of the angels and the size of the angels in the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/10/31/angels-links/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels Links&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/10/07/animated-angels-cliparts-i/"&gt;What Are Angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/10/09/angels-glittering-images/"&gt;Types of Angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/10/06/angels-images/"&gt;Angels Images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/10/04/angels-pictures-i/"&gt;Angels Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/10/01/baby-angels-cliparts-i/"&gt;Baby Angels Pictures I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/10/08/animated-angels-cliparts-ii/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animated Angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/11/14/angels-globe-v/"&gt;Angels Glittering Globe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/10/05/angels-pictures-ii/"&gt;Angels Pictures II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/12/02/angels-posters/"&gt;Angels Posters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/10/03/cute-baby-angels-cliparts/"&gt;Cute Baby Angels &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/10/02/baby-angels-cliparts-ii/"&gt;Baby Angels Clipart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/11/11/angels-globe-ii/"&gt;Angels Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/11/10/angels-globe-i/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts About Angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/10/30/victorian-paintings-of-angels/"&gt;Victorian Angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2006/10/22/victorian-angels-cliparts/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victorian Angels Cliparts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita Mui is born in the year of rabbit, &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/08/28/%E5%BF%83%E9%9A%A8%E6%B5%81%E6%B0%B4%E9%81%A0/"&gt;1963, and her birthday 10 October... 10.10&lt;/a&gt;...  What has this to tell us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really scary, scary not because of HUMAN... scary because of what you cannot SEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I was 'conned'!  I told Richard when we were cycling on 7th September 2008 at Admiralty Road West to Sembawang Park.   This is really DESTINY, unbelievable, incredible, AWESOME wonder of GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Doubt - Don't Speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-weight: bold;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/welnlg3svTw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/welnlg3svTw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-165708782913066361?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/165708782913066361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=165708782913066361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/165708782913066361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/165708782913066361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/09/existence-of-angels.html' title='Existence of Angels'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-4269543578434018934</id><published>2008-09-10T14:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:27:32.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven and earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain and memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='number 11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matter of life and death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What You Do Today Determine What You Get Tomorrow; Destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school and learning'/><title type='text'>Just Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdrdPaKneI/AAAAAAAAJnE/Q3AT6C1KEC8/s1600-h/PO20071219_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdrdPaKneI/AAAAAAAAJnE/Q3AT6C1KEC8/s400/PO20071219_0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244278441192889826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My brothers, Peter, John and ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not come from a rich family.  I lived in Boon Lay.  My house was 'dirty', but I love my parents, and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Though it is not a perfect family, but I had learned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mother is not educated, never go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; before.  My father went Boy's Town, had little 'education'.  I have two brothers, Peter and John, and a sister, Mary.  My mother used to go spiritual medium, to 'ask' about family matters, especially my father.  I followed my mother.  I witnessed most of the conversation with the medium, what they did and what they said....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I encountered fortune-tellers, and Richard sought Feng Shui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; for my old house, at Woodlands Blk 827.  I sought Feng Shui Master for my new house, which is my current house, which was a 'referral'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did not believe in all these... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; they said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdn8pt3NGI/AAAAAAAAJmU/ZTZg42aoQKc/s1600-h/CIMG3993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdn8pt3NGI/AAAAAAAAJmU/ZTZg42aoQKc/s400/CIMG3993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244274582784259170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/26/singapores-destiny/"&gt;26th August 2008, 7.23am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, woke up with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/26/moulding-our-nation/"&gt;dream of Singapore and NUS, the reverse of change&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I asked my mother, when is the '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;end of education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;' -- after Primary school, Secondary school, and then after that.....  Apparently, it seems the 'end of education' is to get a degree at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I struggled, I worked hard, I got goals, I got 'aim' to go which school I wanted....  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;prayed&lt;/span&gt; always to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I talked to Jesus.  Sometimes, it is so hard to concentrate on my studies because of family problems.... my parents quarrelled, commit suicide, etc.  There were no peace....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, I graduated, graduated from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;National University of Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  My father paid all the money for my studies.  No loans, no CPF, all his hard-earned money, CASH he earned, cheques he wrote for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdn8hzFxEI/AAAAAAAAJmc/ymlovouz_Gk/s1600-h/CIMG3998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdn8hzFxEI/AAAAAAAAJmc/ymlovouz_Gk/s400/CIMG3998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244274580658701378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is the map of Singapore I see this time....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The power of God is incredible, it is awesome, it is beyond words can describe, it touches my heart, it is MERCY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MERCY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to poor people, Mercy to the weak people....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdn8-ha-6I/AAAAAAAAJmk/C-0Vgqc2X1I/s1600-h/CIMG4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdn8-ha-6I/AAAAAAAAJmk/C-0Vgqc2X1I/s400/CIMG4005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244274588369222562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon a racing rabbit was transformed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdn9dxOAHI/AAAAAAAAJms/pjM5bcZeoQQ/s1600-h/CIMG4009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdn9dxOAHI/AAAAAAAAJms/pjM5bcZeoQQ/s400/CIMG4009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244274596756979826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the racing rabbit, two heads were seen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdn9iDo_UI/AAAAAAAAJm0/2poU8TrPQB4/s1600-h/CIMG4010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdn9iDo_UI/AAAAAAAAJm0/2poU8TrPQB4/s400/CIMG4010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244274597907987778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elephant head and crocodile head (the tail, or tales).... which is which  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdmbxR1gfI/AAAAAAAAJls/VJcsvx2YXY8/s1600-h/CIMG4051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdmbxR1gfI/AAAAAAAAJls/VJcsvx2YXY8/s400/CIMG4051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272918366880242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/09/10/the-firm-foundation/"&gt;The Throne given to me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdmcPp17sI/AAAAAAAAJl0/YcBwe3yEl7o/s1600-h/CIMG4052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdmcPp17sI/AAAAAAAAJl0/YcBwe3yEl7o/s400/CIMG4052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272926520635074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The light was so special... bluishish-white, so special, so beautiful, First time I see....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdmcLQpTtI/AAAAAAAAJl8/XsaKbhoGcZI/s1600-h/CIMG4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdmcLQpTtI/AAAAAAAAJl8/XsaKbhoGcZI/s400/CIMG4053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272925341208274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bra 'covering' the light....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdmcSW2vBI/AAAAAAAAJmE/i2FbnVITiE4/s1600-h/CIMG4055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdmcSW2vBI/AAAAAAAAJmE/i2FbnVITiE4/s400/CIMG4055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244272927246302226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My father always joked about the bra, &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/28/shouting-for-justice/"&gt;saying it is the 'spectacles'&lt;/a&gt;, and so everything is 'true', &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/09/08/meaningful-birthday/"&gt;Woman don't wear bra for nothing&lt;/a&gt;...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdoK9IbYqI/AAAAAAAAJm8/M0sbX1M575Q/s1600-h/CIMG4101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdoK9IbYqI/AAAAAAAAJm8/M0sbX1M575Q/s400/CIMG4101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244274828514124450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Truth shall be out....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met my insurance 'advisor' on my birthday, 8th September 2008, while on the train....  This is a 'business' world, and a materialistic world....  but still we should do business with proper manner.... proper way.....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only the Fittest Will Survive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/10/the-silent-voice/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/26/singapores-destiny/"&gt;God's words to you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, To bring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/07/mystery-of-faith/"&gt;Salvation to Mankind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, Peace on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/29/believe-to-be-saved/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe To Be Saved.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My New Domain, Another Inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.justsingapore.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  I am one and only one, but with the power of God, we will accomplish the will of God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/06/authentic-roman-catholic/"&gt;we the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, would help one another to achieve spiritual paradise.  This is Singapore, though small, but we have all it needs.  We have people with BRAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-4269543578434018934?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/28/special-number-11/' title='Just Singapore'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/4269543578434018934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=4269543578434018934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/4269543578434018934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/4269543578434018934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-singapore.html' title='Just Singapore'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMdrdPaKneI/AAAAAAAAJnE/Q3AT6C1KEC8/s72-c/PO20071219_0196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-3069000440956111433</id><published>2008-09-08T09:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:31:50.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separating the sheep and the goat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merciful heart of jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding the pasture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keys to heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sins forgiven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good and evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine mercy'/><title type='text'>Pasture Assurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMSBR6w48rI/AAAAAAAAJgg/xX6Jj0ZnwEk/s1600-h/CIMG5794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMSBR6w48rI/AAAAAAAAJgg/xX6Jj0ZnwEk/s400/CIMG5794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243458010998174386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Photo taken on &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/09/matter-of-life-and-death/"&gt;4th September&lt;/a&gt; 2008: This is taken from &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/04/24/enchanted-tembusu-tree/"&gt;Fu Shan Garden&lt;/a&gt;, Woodlands, just after rain.  The garden is filled with birds 'song', beautiful fruits, and beautiful birds flying around...  The &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/08/04/the-unemployed-workers/"&gt;time is riped&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday, 5th September 2008, first Friday of the month, and my First Friday which I would be going for the Divine Mercy mass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. I will grant the &lt;a href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/08/11/honouring-jesus/"&gt;grace of final repentance&lt;/a&gt; to all those who shall communicate on the first Friday nine months consecutively. They shall not die in mortal sin, nor without having received the last Sacraments, for My Divine Heart will become their secure refuge at that last moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w293.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w293.photobucket.com/albums/mm57/peacebellarina/600f55d9.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are some pictures taken on the way to Causeway Point.  The children and I walked to the church. We were surprised to see so many swifts flying around, so many so many, and some even flew to our front, flying just in front of us -- as though to 'surprise' us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the usual place, the grassland opposite Esso petrol kiosk, we saw Puma sitting under the rain tree.  As soon as he saw us, he walked...  again, looking into the edge of the pavements, the 'soil'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMSBSEUqnaI/AAAAAAAAJgo/h4zV8xq6Gco/s1600-h/CIMG5811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMSBSEUqnaI/AAAAAAAAJgo/h4zV8xq6Gco/s400/CIMG5811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243458013564149154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Puma Looking Into The 'soil'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was on my left.  On my right, I saw another cat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/08/25/witness-of-the-resurrection/"&gt;the same one I had seen before&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;....lying on the slope of the grass as shown on the picture below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMSBSVJGvcI/AAAAAAAAJgw/AGDTPEkYucc/s1600-h/CIMG5815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMSBSVJGvcI/AAAAAAAAJgw/AGDTPEkYucc/s400/CIMG5815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243458018079063490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/24/keys-to-heaven/"&gt;Keys to heaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/08/25/witness-of-the-resurrection/"&gt;This multiple hybrid cat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I called it Mary Cat, is lying on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-dont-want-to-save-your-mother.html"&gt;green pasture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; on the right side of the pavement....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jesus didn't Find &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/25/living-with-dignity/"&gt;His Disciples&lt;/a&gt; In Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/06/05/the-good-shepherd/"&gt;Jesus told them this parable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; but they failed to understand what he meant by telling it to them. So Jesus spoke to them again,"I tell you most solemnly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am the gate of the sheepfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. All others who have come are thieves and brigands; but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the sheep took no notice of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I am the gate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone who enters through me will be safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;be sure of finding pasture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I have come so that they may have life and have it to the full. I am the good shepherd; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/06/05/the-good-shepherd/"&gt;the good shepherd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;one who lays down his life for his sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMSBSi9neBI/AAAAAAAAJg4/9mrjPiMO96o/s1600-h/CIMG5817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMSBSi9neBI/AAAAAAAAJg4/9mrjPiMO96o/s400/CIMG5817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243458021788973074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/29/believe-to-be-saved/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Repentence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Took a closer look at Mary Cat: It was wearing a yellow collar with green paw print on it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://saint-anthony.org/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow Ribbon&lt;/span&gt; Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Roman Catholic Prison Ministry (RCPM) will be selling Yellow Ribbons in our parish on the weekend of 20th and 21st September. The funds raised will be used for programmes for ex-prisoners and their families. Each ribbon is handmade by an inmate, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;symbolises his/her hope for acceptance by our society&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;September is also a month dedicated to this project and wearing the yellow Ribbon is an active display of the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; community willingness to "help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Unlock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; the Second Prison"&lt;/span&gt; and a show of support for ex-offenders and their families. Please give your generous support &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-3069000440956111433?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/3069000440956111433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=3069000440956111433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/3069000440956111433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/3069000440956111433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/09/pasture-assurance.html' title='Pasture Assurance'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SMSBR6w48rI/AAAAAAAAJgg/xX6Jj0ZnwEk/s72-c/CIMG5794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-7469163899922468114</id><published>2008-09-03T22:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:12:00.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness from God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement and wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='splendid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magnificent day'/><title type='text'>Life Has Just Began</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/09/death-anniversary-of-c-k-tang.html"&gt;MAGNIFICENT day&lt;/a&gt;. In the morning, the crow flew across my view while I was standing at the window.  This was followed by the '&lt;a href="http://peacefulblossom.blogspot.com/2008/07/peace-be-with-you.html"&gt;coo-coo' bird&lt;/a&gt;...  The birds can fly so beautifully, the wings spreading, they glide so gracefully in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, an eagle (must be eagle, the shape of it looked so like an eagle) was flying round and round the rain tree from afar (As far back as Republic Polytechnic, and it was only a 'tiny eagle' I saw, twirling round and round the rain tree).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is really awesome, awesome wonder of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w293.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w293.photobucket.com/albums/mm57/peacebellarina/f990c49f.pbw" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Going downstairs, the trees were full of birds -- all the birds making so much 'music', my heart is filled with splendid wonder, and praise for the glory of God, its superb creation of mankind and all the animals and plants, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For a moment, the world is full of excitement, full of wonder, full of LIFE.  This is LIFE in me, LIFE to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap - Rhythm Is A Dancer 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oZcGDkvbAJ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oZcGDkvbAJ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is really PASSION, the heart burning and the heart filled with desire.  This is the greatest art of life, brilliant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is LIFE, the spirit of LIVING, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.justsingapore.com/2008/08/30/the-conqueror-story/"&gt;spirit of TRIUMP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/30/my-success/"&gt;spirit of TRUTH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/09/03/power-of-god/"&gt;gift from GOD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, if only we accept God and walk with HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/02/21/life-is-beautiful/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Is Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2006/11/08/mystery-about-life/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery about Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-7469163899922468114?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/7469163899922468114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=7469163899922468114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/7469163899922468114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/7469163899922468114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-has-just-began.html' title='Life Has Just Began'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-5714798593720499484</id><published>2008-09-01T06:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:22:06.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invisible man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black sheep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemical warfare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorant teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spy security guard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gang attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuse of power'/><title type='text'>Terrorism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLsnEjrMe5I/AAAAAAAAJTE/xQB0ZugyjY8/s1600-h/terrorism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLsnEjrMe5I/AAAAAAAAJTE/xQB0ZugyjY8/s400/terrorism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240825550625078162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was such a scary dream.  I was awoken with pains from injections (jabs) on my left hands as I was running away from a 'security guard', the face I got to see -- rather short, chinese guy......he was so evil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was a rather long dream... There were at least three sections or parts to this dream;  the main thing is the 'terrorism', the last part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was in a big hall, going to attend 'this function' since was 'told'.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prior to this, I was sitting down on a table, with John and me, really is John and me.  John is my cousin.  This is the first time I dreamed of John, my cousin.  He was wearing white shirt.  On the table where we were siting, he took out something, which revealed his photographs. I saw his photographs, very blurred, taken with his wife.  Another photo was their wedding photographs.  Altogether, John asked me to sign on two photographs.  I asked him, "Sign where, and need to write my name a not?"  He said, "Don't need write name, just sign only."  I did as what he had told me.  I signed at the bottom of the two photographs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I had forgotten what he had said in the dream, but this dream has nothing good, except the signing of my names by John.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then before this part of the dream, it was Richard and me...  It was so scary, something bad... don't remember the full details.  But it was a 'quarrel'.  He was very impatient.  It was about unity.  He left me, going home.  The children and I waited at the bus stop for him.  We waited so long at the bus stop, until I got so worried for him.  My handphone in my bag, did not ring either.   At last, I decided to give him a call, wondering for his safety.   To my surprise, he was still at home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't know how, the children and I was walking in a 'marketplace'.  I was buying food.  First, I bought something, which I had forgotten what I had bought.  Next, I remembered that I must buy some food for my mother also.  But I don't know what to buy.  We walked around the place, quite dark, the floor quite wet, something like 'Indonesia wet market'.  We passed by a store which placed 'Putu Mayam' on the table.  It looked okay.  I decided to go in to take a look.  A little girl served me.  I told the girl that I wanted the 'Putu Mayam'.  I wondered were there more varities of food.  She bought me to the far back of the shop... there were other food around.. but all the food did not seem to appeal to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, Richard and I were at a 'penthouse', it seemed so much like I was going back to Boon Lay, but the house, the flat are different.  That place was 'literally' Boon Lay, but physically not Boon Lay.  The building was white.  At the last floor, Richard and I went in (I had forgotten if Richard went in with me.)  But it was so clear, that I saw a white building.  I was in the last floor of a white building.  Looking out, on my right, there was another 'protrusion' to the building, 'the pinnacle', which looked so much like the 'house of Mary', which I cannot see in details, but looked like.  The structure of the building contains a cross there, pattern of a cross, with no body of Jesus on it.  That is how I guess it was a 'house of Mary'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something bad happened at the 'penthouse'.  Richard left in a hurry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I am at the final part again.  I had forgotten the exact speech.  But, it was at a 'frontline'.....  I saw Irene 'squeezing' among some people -- at first, it was a long queue.  At her turn, the 'frontline' was 'messy', not orderly.  I had not seen Irene for so long, neither do I know how she looked like now.   But her face and her smile in the dream was the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After I went basement, I met John, as described above... Thereafter, someone seemed to talk to me.  It was a matter about teachers.  It was teacher I met, a familiar teacher I spoke to.  The place was very big, and there were people walking around.  There was a gathering going on, and they told me I need to be there too, which I was soon about to go, to take a look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I met anothe of my friend.  This is a chinese guy, forgotten who exactly is he in the dream.  But it seems like 'Chee Kiong' (fair face).  We were talking about entering the 'meeting'.  We were talking and talking and now we walked to the stairs.... Just as we had walked to the stairs, I was the first one who walked up the stairs, or to be exact, escalators.  I did not know that he was not following me.  I was still talking to him, and when there was no answers and when I saw no one was behind me on the escalators, I turned back.  No sight of him was found.  I was so surprised....  I quickly went back to the site to look for him.  At the base of the escalator, there were no sight of 'Chee Kiong'...  I walked further away, hoping that I would probably found him... But in vain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was very anxious now, worried about his whereabouts.  Again, I asked someone to help.  The teacher I met, seemed to be my Junior College class teacher, Chan if I am not wrong about her surname...  She was telling me about this meeting, and now I told her the missing person, which I suspect had 'vanished' in the air, become an invisible person.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told her to talk to the person-in-charge.  She went to a room at the basement, below the escalator, and behind it.  I heard their conversation.  The security guard was very bad, a 'tyrant'.  I heard every exact words he had said, word by word, so loud so clear.... it was so scary, to have this kind of person, a 'security guard' background to 'control the meeting', mostly teachers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the room, it was about filling in of names which the 'security guard' and this teacher 'Ms Chan' (assumed is Ms Chan).  Ms Chan, a teacher, had to 'listen' to this guard...  Really cannot recall what the security guard said, the exact words.... but it was really the filling in of names.  He was not happy of something about filling in the names, but want the teachers to do it themselves....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heard their conversation.  It was not respecting the teachers, not respecting anyone.  I have no respect for him either.  The guard came out of the room.  I saw him, and he saw me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not respect such kind of person.  I turned my back, and away I go, walking towards the escalator and 'fleeing away'.  At the sight of this, he was angry.  He 'shot' an injection on my left shoulder, the usual place where we had our BCG vaccinations.  The syringe hit me, I could feel instant numb on the part of the injection.  It radiated out.  I continued to run away.  More jabs followed, more and more.  Soon, I lost count of the numbers of injections I had gotten from the 'security guard', the 'villain', very evil.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the shots came to my shoulder, my left hand got more numb.  It was so scary.  But it was even more scary if I listened to his instruction, and if I was led by him to engage in wrongful activities.  After I came out of the escalators, I turned right, and I was still running away.  Suddenly, it rained, and it was Jesus I wanted to thank for saving my life.  The rain healed my pain from the injections.  I got so much relieved when the rain comes beating on the injected hand...  I woke up, saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLsnEzqJSEI/AAAAAAAAJTM/lAr99tff-aE/s1600-h/202680871_2133c73bf0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLsnEzqJSEI/AAAAAAAAJTM/lAr99tff-aE/s400/202680871_2133c73bf0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240825554915641410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-5714798593720499484?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/5714798593720499484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=5714798593720499484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/5714798593720499484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/5714798593720499484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/09/terrorism.html' title='Terrorism'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLsnEjrMe5I/AAAAAAAAJTE/xQB0ZugyjY8/s72-c/terrorism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-2098622061889998273</id><published>2008-08-26T15:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:10:07.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universal truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits from the dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven and earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communion of saints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven and hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs of catholic'/><title type='text'>WHO DON'T WANT TO SAVE YOUR MOTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great Is The Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0vqy3l_nNE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0vqy3l_nNE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a joke, a frightening joke.  This video was removed, but it was all because 'we' don't understand, and yes, really I don't understand, but I was aware of everything that happened, but just that people don't believe me.  But now, I want to show you, the 'broken piece', my 'broken peace' and &lt;a href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2008/08/26/developing-courage/"&gt;the crocodile&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Courage, &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/08/25/unity-is-strength/"&gt;the Strength of Women&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woman, WE ARE WOMEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/08/mothers-love.html"&gt;I am also a mother now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  I had seen the MEN in my lives.  Who are the men?  They are my father, my brothers, my in-laws, my uncles, the teachers, the minister, managers etc...  We would not under Man since I am not a man. But I am a woman, a child before, and I had seen the women in my family, and my friends, and now my own daughter also.  Tell me, which mother would want to harm their kids?  And tell me, which child when see their parents being attacked would want to leave their parents?  Which child in this world would not love their mother?  Are there any?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/08/01/one-true-god/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Real God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First was Jesus, God sent.  Do you believe Jesus is Son of God, Son of Man?  Do you believe that Jesus died to save the world?  Do you believe that Jesus love everybody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daughter of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, God sent me.  I am here to tell you about Jesus, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/son-of-man.html"&gt;Son of Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and the Son of God, who was crucified on the cross to redeem the whole world.  All these are words inspired by God.  They are not 'make-up stories'.  I am just who I am, How can I pretend to be anyone?  So first is the Man, and now the Woman.  There is justice and equality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Catholic Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If Catholicism is a false religion, would it be the greatest in this world?  Would it be called 'universal'?  If I have no faith, then I would be sorry to the rest of the people.  What Catholic believes in?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/08/25/witness-of-the-resurrection/"&gt; The resurrection, and the world to come&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  If I have no faith, would we see a new tomorrow?  Are you going to save your beloved families who had died?  Which mother don't love their own mother even?  My mother loves her mother (died when she was age 11), and remembered her until today!  My son is eleven years old now.  If I am scared, if I have no faith in Jesus, Jesus would die in vain, and there would be no glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/11/our-glorious-dead/"&gt;Our Glorious Dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If the death of a person can save the life of the future generation, I am willing to die.  I thought I was going to die on the day, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/08/25/witness-of-the-resurrection/"&gt;Jesus was my Saviour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Because I have my children to attend to.  Who would look after my children if I am dead, if I am gone?  That is why I never go to work also!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/26/moulding-our-nation/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does it ends when you leave school?  WHO DARE TO SAY YOU KNOW EVERYTHING?  Not even I!  But we are all given with different talents, different 'gifts' of knowledge.  Just like our hands, our fingers, got short ones and long ones.  Together, our hands can make wonders of art creation.  Real education is the ability to accept wrongs and errors.  Real education is the ability to accept criticism, so that you can improve on yourself.  Real education is knowing that you don't know everything and there is always room for improvement.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/08/25/unity-is-strength/"&gt;There is no end to education&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Everyday there is something to learn, even from my children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLOwXohwEoI/AAAAAAAAJKM/N3-IPCneAAc/s1600-h/CIMG3699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLOwXohwEoI/AAAAAAAAJKM/N3-IPCneAAc/s400/CIMG3699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238724711624479362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On 22nd August 2008, after my visit to &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/22/boon-lay-secondary-school/"&gt;Boon Lay Secondary School&lt;/a&gt;, my 'mother school', I walked here.  It was drizzling, but still I walked here, and I wanted to go back to my church, St Francis of Assisi.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: Photo showing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/boon-lay-dream.html"&gt;Ju Ming Sia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Mutual Aid Organization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLOw40Y6fEI/AAAAAAAAJKU/GeMu84hwnsY/s1600-h/CIMG3675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLOw40Y6fEI/AAAAAAAAJKU/GeMu84hwnsY/s400/CIMG3675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238725281744321602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was here, at this spot that I arrived at first.  It was this male cat, in front of the kite.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ju Ming Sia Mutual Aid Organisation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/13/modal-school-teacher/"&gt;Go and Fly Kite!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; What is this place?  Don't tell me is Ju Ming Sia?  I walked out and took a look at the sign board.  It was really Ju Ming Sia.  Still don't know what business this Ju Ming Sia is doing, really don't know.  The cat was in sitting position, same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/21/heavenly-friend/"&gt;like Puma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, same like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/08/25/witness-of-the-resurrection/"&gt;the female cat&lt;/a&gt; I saw recently, last Saturday 23rd August 2008, a day after I saw this cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLOw5FRBWAI/AAAAAAAAJKc/gFqeBiVMpCA/s1600-h/CIMG3674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLOw5FRBWAI/AAAAAAAAJKc/gFqeBiVMpCA/s400/CIMG3674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238725286274619394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Close-up view of the cat in sitting position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was raining, and I saw the unit number 1-227 and one more 1-228 0r 9, cannot remember (anyway not important).  There were Mahjong sound in the room.  Old man speaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/02/st-joseph-dying-aid-association/"&gt;Teochew&lt;/a&gt; also.  The door wrote: only members are allowed.  So I decided to go in to ASK.  Later I realized that it is a service for dead people, the DAO or TAO &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/02/st-joseph-dying-aid-association/"&gt;funeral&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/04/20/one-united-people/"&gt;One United People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Save Our World, Save Our Loved Ones.  Hope For A Better Future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-2098622061889998273?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/08/mothers-love.html' title='WHO DON&apos;T WANT TO SAVE YOUR MOTHER'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/2098622061889998273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=2098622061889998273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2098622061889998273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2098622061889998273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-dont-want-to-save-your-mother.html' title='WHO DON&apos;T WANT TO SAVE YOUR MOTHER'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLOwXohwEoI/AAAAAAAAJKM/N3-IPCneAAc/s72-c/CIMG3699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-584618197780346942</id><published>2008-08-21T12:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:59:10.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOW singaporean are treated by singapore beauty business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unethical misuse of excellent award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='importance of words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore customer service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words become flesh'/><title type='text'>Words Come Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just typed the words and it rains.  "Words Come Alive".  Yes.  Just words, and there is life and lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12.19pm Thursday 21 August 2008 Raining now.  See what I want to write:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/08/21/gospel-of-john/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/08/21/gospel-of-john/"&gt;In the beginning was the Word&lt;/a&gt;: The Word was with God and the Word was GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~ John 1:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKzuBIY9ZkI/AAAAAAAAJDs/nENKOnBsXHo/s1600-h/CIMG3037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKzuBIY9ZkI/AAAAAAAAJDs/nENKOnBsXHo/s400/CIMG3037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236822169924494914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straits Times Obituaries 26 April 2008, Saturday: Roger Gan Kee Seong's (3.11.72 - 26.4.88) favourite Bible verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~ Deuteronomy 6:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKzuAGrF8bI/AAAAAAAAJDc/GD6hPeCKqL4/s1600-h/CIMG3025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKzuAGrF8bI/AAAAAAAAJDc/GD6hPeCKqL4/s400/CIMG3025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236822152283812274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Straits Times Obituaries 26 April 2008, Saturday: Florence Anne Binny Nee Ware &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~ Psalm 4:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKzvqigxCYI/AAAAAAAAJD8/1L14mu7LqXo/s1600-h/CIMG3024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKzvqigxCYI/AAAAAAAAJD8/1L14mu7LqXo/s400/CIMG3024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236823980822825346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Straits Times Obituaries 26 April 2008, Saturday: Cecilia Cheong Mei Peng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~ Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKz39TOqgBI/AAAAAAAAJEM/4oVDTMrmb-8/s1600-h/CIMG3022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKz39TOqgBI/AAAAAAAAJEM/4oVDTMrmb-8/s400/CIMG3022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236833099230904338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Straits Times Obituaries 26 April 2008, Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; "ITAM" Joseph Lim Swee Chim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by your name; You are mine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~ Isaiah 43:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKzuAy64F8I/AAAAAAAAJDk/Kkba2VJAdi8/s1600-h/CIMG3036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKzuAy64F8I/AAAAAAAAJDk/Kkba2VJAdi8/s400/CIMG3036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236822164161173442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Straits Times Obituaries 26 April 2008, Saturday: Anderson Norman Nee Galistan Juanita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I  have fought a good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~ 2 Timothy 4:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-from-god.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Words From God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fight, battles, come, all come....  See what is called Singapore, Singapore's Singlish -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/04/sing-life.html"&gt;Sing' n pour lah &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-- see how the business of Singapore operates, see how the Government protect me, see how UNITED Singaporean are.  Come, IF YOU THINK I AM WEONG, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/21/facial-company-sue-customer/"&gt;COME SUE ME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  If being true to myself and being loyal to my country, and being honest is a crime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2008/08/21/proper-business-manner/"&gt;COME ACCUSED ME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-584618197780346942?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/584618197780346942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=584618197780346942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/584618197780346942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/584618197780346942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-come-alive.html' title='Words Come Alive'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKzuBIY9ZkI/AAAAAAAAJDs/nENKOnBsXHo/s72-c/CIMG3037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-8088832247408508067</id><published>2008-08-13T08:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:36:39.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painted sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light of peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasted rambutans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaceful doves on the lamp post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='source of light'/><title type='text'>Peaceful Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKIth-lbL4I/AAAAAAAAI2A/3HAKY8bQtXQ/s1600-h/CIMG1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKIth-lbL4I/AAAAAAAAI2A/3HAKY8bQtXQ/s400/CIMG1666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233795778716839810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday four birds flew here, early in the morning.  So many birds flying around, what a beautiful scene....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night, it was such a cool weather, the perfect 'cold' weather.  I don't have to on the air-con at all.  No one in the family on the fan either.  Richard even complained of cold!  That was so shiok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKItiGjYu6I/AAAAAAAAI2I/BoiFZBeQvMU/s1600-h/CIMG1668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKItiGjYu6I/AAAAAAAAI2I/BoiFZBeQvMU/s400/CIMG1668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233795780855774114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the close-up view of the birds, I don't know what is the names of these birds, too small to see the details.  Looking at the shape, it was hard to find out too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKItiXymlqI/AAAAAAAAI2Q/id_-RjtWhYw/s1600-h/CIMG1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKItiXymlqI/AAAAAAAAI2Q/id_-RjtWhYw/s400/CIMG1679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233795785482999458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is a lamp post in front of Riverside Secondary School.  There are three peaceful doves on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I took this photos in the morning today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, this one here above is different.  Just a mere look at it, the shape is there.  These are peaceful dove, my 'coo-coo' birds, the birds that say,"coo-coo, coo-coo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From far, as I turned my head, I was MOST SURPRISED and elated to see these three beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/14/the-secret-seed/"&gt;peaceful doves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; on the lamp post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKItipKjmOI/AAAAAAAAI2Y/6qiUkM-L9yE/s1600-h/CIMG1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKItipKjmOI/AAAAAAAAI2Y/6qiUkM-L9yE/s400/CIMG1680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233795790146869474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/08/10/inspired-words/"&gt;special 'instinct'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; or the so called 'nature' can be.  I did not know, but just one turn, just one look at the direction -- this 'natural' turn of the head and the eyes just 'see', how wonderful, how wonderful the creation of God, the works of God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/05/06/how-great-thou-art/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;How Great Thou Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At my home, the first sight that I saw was the beautiful clouds tinted with orange, everything seemed like &lt;a href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/painting-story-of-life.html"&gt;a piece of painting&lt;/a&gt;.  It was so beautiful...  Walking around, sending the children to school, the clouds in the sky was so special again today.  All was like painting and 'feathery' appearance.  Richard told me,"don't behave like a naive person', but I tell you, these are really scenes and sight I had never appreciated before.  They were really beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I asked the family last night, since the weather was so cool.  On Sunday, I could feel 'such weather' when cycling just along the newly constructed bicycle tracks there.  It was so strange, one moment it was 'natural air', but the next, the air seemed to be segmented -- at another segment, the air was so supercool (like aircon), and just a few metres away, it went back to 'normal' again.  There was no air-con room, no building there.  That was the second time 'Such cold air' I experienced this year.  Another one was at the traffic light.  Even the children can sense it.  It was so SPECIAL, so cold, like air-con.   With that, I wonder if Singapore can one day be like San Francisco, having a constant temperature, cooling air throughout the year, without have the need to install air-con at home.  That would be so wonderful....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w293.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w293.photobucket.com/albums/mm57/peacebellarina/6e148ee5.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The Workers Are Few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is said that Singapore is a garden city.  Some time back, the rambutans were all ripe, red and looked so delicious hanging on the trees.  First time I saw the rambutans on the rambutan trees near my neighbourhood.  Mango trees also blossomed.  Yet, today when I walked passed all these trees, the fruits all turned brown and dried up on the trees.........what a waste!  How many people want to eat them?  If we pluck them, we are going to be fined, but nobody, not even the Town Council or whoever in charge (WHO IS IN CHARGE anyway) looked into such matters.  But when people pluck, someone would be in trouble....... that's how this society works.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sheep without a Shepherd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things such as letting the children practice how last time people pluck rambutans from rambutans trees, using the trees as part of the lesson plan in school, rather than always study and study..... that would make children enjoy 'kampong' time, how people used to pluck rambutans, and they can eat rambutans, from the work of their hands.... that would be wonderful -- rather than wasting &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/07/pai-sei-very-pai-sei.html"&gt;RAMBUTANS&lt;/a&gt; like that, precious fruits.  (Gather all the rambutans on the trees, that would add up to be a few kilograms!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jesus said to his disciples, "The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few.  Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night, I was not able to sleep....'not sleepy', the whole house was so quiet, the outside was so quiet also, no sound at all, all was really peaceful......not even dogs or cats sound, not even strange sound from the home....peaceful night...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-8088832247408508067?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/8088832247408508067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=8088832247408508067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/8088832247408508067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/8088832247408508067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/08/peaceful-time.html' title='Peaceful Time'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKIth-lbL4I/AAAAAAAAI2A/3HAKY8bQtXQ/s72-c/CIMG1666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-6490195952018193889</id><published>2008-08-12T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:51:46.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working for life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working for a living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='place of refuge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house of god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living house'/><title type='text'>Pagoda Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myanmars.net/belief/pagoda.htm"&gt;A pagoda&lt;/a&gt;, in Southeast Asia, is cone-shaped monumental structure built in memory of Buddha. But in the Far East, a pagoda is a towerlike, multistoried structure of stone, brick, or wood, usually associated with a Buddhist temple complex. The pagoda derives from the stupa of ancient India, which was a dome-shaped commemorative monument, usually erected over the remains or relics of a holy man or king. The hemispherical domed stupa of ancient India evolved into several distinct forms in various parts of Southeast and East Asia. The finial, or decorative crowning ornament of the stupa, became more elongated and cylindrical until the stupa's upper portion took on an attenuated, towerlike appearance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKEvv_1Mq1I/AAAAAAAAI0Q/Jx88onPpinQ/s1600-h/PO20080129_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKEvv_1Mq1I/AAAAAAAAI0Q/Jx88onPpinQ/s1600-h/PO20080129_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKEvv_1Mq1I/AAAAAAAAI0Q/Jx88onPpinQ/s400/PO20080129_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233516743616146258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picturesque pagodas, a feature of the Chinese landscape for nearly two thousand years, were originally associated with Buddhist beliefs and practices, but over the generations they became associated with geomancy and were believed to bring good luck to the surrounding areas. The number of tiers in a pagoda is always uneven, and generally ranges from three to nine. The oldest pagoda in the country, on Sung Mountain in Henan, has fifteen tiers. It was built in A.D. 523.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a scary dream, a fear of heights and a fear of the 'unknown'.  My father was 'bleeding'...  It was so scary.  On his body, we could see the shape of lungs and windpipes, all 'surfacing' and 'turning maroon red'.  It was such a gruesome sight.  When I touched it, he felt pain and it was blood... I told him to go hospital, and he agreed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the next moment, we were climbing stairs!  Blackie was bringing us to a temple.  I was so surprised, and scared.  But I could not do anything.  We were climbing and climbing up a pagoda.  We came to a bridge.  We had to cross the bridge.  It was such a great height, and underneath was water.  On my left hand was carrying a plastic bag with a robe was made of 'towel material', brownish or maroon (very dark purple).  Carrying a plastic bag, it was so difficult to cross the bridge (climbing on all four limbs).  I was the first one and my parents were behind.  As I looked in front, I could see some of the 'horizontal bars' along the bridge were gone, making it impossible or hard to cross the bridge.  I stopped, looking down the gap of the bridge.  It was such a great height.  I was 'shivering' with fright, fear of falling down, fear of the great height.  My hand was not gripping properly, since I was holding on to the plastic bag with the robe.  Suddenly, the bag gave way, the string of the robe dropped down.  I was so scared the whole robe dropped into the water.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In front of me was a guy at the end of the bridge, on the 'pagoda'.  Now I seemed to see like there was 'golden plates' on the bridge, which enable us to walk on it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did not remember how we managed to get through.  It was the temple we were at now.  There were several storeys.  It was dark and hang with red 'banners' on the ceiling everywhere.  The place was not crowded at all.  We proceed to the lower level.  It was perhaps the first storey.  There we met somebody and 'chatted', cannot remember the exact details....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next scene was at the highest level of the temple/pagoda.  We were at the last floor.  Don't know what we were talking about, but suddenly, I saw a very huge 'greenish object' outside the building.  It was getting nearer and nearer.  Soon, it landed on the level of our pagoda.  It was a huge UFO, a green UFO, with several 'limbs' and 'lights' (fire).  I took pictures of it, and some of the people got up the UFO.  Surprisingly, I talked to my mother, telling her to get up the UFO -- as the UFO was serving food, hot, just prepared; and I told her to feed the children (Vanessa) with the food, "otherwise the food will get cold", I said.  Several other parents aboard the UFO to get food for feeding their children also.  I seemed to see the food, 'reddish', don't know what it was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In another part of the dream, my mother and I was in the bus, at Jurong East.  It was the junction just outside Singapore Science Centre.  It was a sharp turn at that corner.  Earlier on, my mother had alighted earlier, don't know for what.  She was wearing black.  Later on, she was catching up with us.  I told the bus driver to stop just after the sharp turn, as my mother could not take the distance... (she was weak)...  The bus driver ignored me, but continued.  I was so worried, but suddenly, the bus stopped and my mother was standing on my left, arrived suddenly, standing in front of me.  I was so surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't know what happened, my brother came.  I don't know if he was going to bring Vanessa back or what.  The maid was involved in the dream too, about cooking.  Cannot remember the details, but it was his car, parking on the road.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know whose car it is, but I was in one of the car.  It droved to 'Jurong Port Road', the end of the road.  It was fences and sea, so beautiful sea -- just like the end of Tuas road, the one time I had gone there before.  There was factory and gate there.  This factory was all covered with sea water.  I wondered if their goods would still be in good condition.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were people working in the factory.  Suddenly, I was walking round the factory.  There were machines and strange people... (man, not wearing tops, tanned, working there.....muscular -- must be the worker).  They seemed to ask me why I was there.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we were invited to go to a house.  It was a HDB house, at the last corner and the one next to it.  It was like the corner house was ours, but it was not our house at all (but in the dream it was 'our house'), and our neighbour (like Malay), invited us to their house.   They have aquarium just outside their house, different levels, with big tanks, each tank with big fish.  They showed us their fish and we chat about 'changing water'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-6490195952018193889?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/6490195952018193889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=6490195952018193889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6490195952018193889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6490195952018193889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/08/pagoda-dream.html' title='Pagoda Dream'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SKEvv_1Mq1I/AAAAAAAAI0Q/Jx88onPpinQ/s72-c/PO20080129_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-2470700147690686156</id><published>2008-08-08T11:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:50:02.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits of the dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circus game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream of teeth dropping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sg flyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escalator and stairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>National Day Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SJvPEMDrJSI/AAAAAAAAIu4/no_SB1v9B2s/s1600-h/CIMG6513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SJvPEMDrJSI/AAAAAAAAIu4/no_SB1v9B2s/s400/CIMG6513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232003062984025378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Marina Square.  I took a picture standing here many many years back.  Now, on &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/13/singapore-flyer/"&gt;12th June 2008&lt;/a&gt;, I went back there, everything changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SJvOrxHuoEI/AAAAAAAAIuw/NMW8baoEpeg/s1600-h/CIMG6514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SJvOrxHuoEI/AAAAAAAAIuw/NMW8baoEpeg/s400/CIMG6514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232002643436412994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The stairs in the dream looked like one of these, but they were yellowish-orange, and they were escalators, leading downwards too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is National Day.  We were at a Shopping Centre.  I don't know where is the place, but it was a big shopping centre with bright lights.  It seemed to be Malaysia.... this is the second time I dreamed of Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Richard was walking on the same level as me, then I decided to walk away, telling them I going downstairs...  I went to the escalator, and it took me down to the next basement.  It was electrical applicances.  I saw vacuum cleaners, hand-held vacuum cleaners and much more.  As I was walking near, I decided not to shop, just in case the rest of the people could not find me.  With no handphone with me, I decided to walk back to look for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suddenly, I was carrying a baby girl.  It has bright eyes and black hair, a very pretty 'baby' with 'face' of little girl.  My breasts were engorged with milk as I carried her.  It got so full and hard that the next moment, the milk began to shoot out.  The baby turned the head, smelling the milk.  She wanted to drink the milk, but my shirt was still covering the breasts!  Yellowish milk diffuse out of the shirt; and I quickly looked for a place to sit down....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I was walking towards the exterior of the shopping centre to know exactly which shopping centre it was.  I saw walking in front of me (in different direction, and she did not see me) was xiao zhen.  Xiao Zhen is a Hakka......  Her face was not changed much.  I did not want to meet up with her, and I walked away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The second part of the dream was about the children going for school when we were at Malaysia.  The school(PAP) was just some distance from Genting.   What a weird dream!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were inside Genting, when it was time for the children to go to school.  Both the children decide to take a bus to the school.  They went away very fast, saying Goodbye to me.  It was so fast, and the next moment, they were nowhere to be seen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Worrying about their safety, I asked Richard to follow them.  He was very lazy. Instead of walking, he would rather spent some money on transport.  I saw him queuing up.  He told me it was $1.80...  I was very exasperated, having to wait for bus and having to spend more money on just a single trip to the school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I walked away, decide to walk there myself -- perhaps I could be faster.  I passed by some shop.  The place looked something like 'Changi Airport' -- need to go through custom.  Before that, I walked pass a shop selling children clothes.  The floor was a slope, and walking was so hard, as I was wearing high-heel shoes.  Soon, I came to a 'circus', the people were getting ready.  The 'circus shop' was not opened yet.  There were so many colourful 'candies' and games.  I walked through the 'circus curtain' and I was so surprised to see the exterior, the air outside the building so hazy, so smoggy.  It was Genting.  I was wearing black singlet shirt with jeans.  The moment I stepped out of the building, I slipped and had a fall.  There was a slope which I did not see.  Immediately outside was traffic, lots of cars and everything was very messy.  I regretted my decision.  I walked along the road (No sidewalk or pedestrain pathways) with cars on the road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon, I returned, walked back, as it was so messy, not so easy as I had thought.  I quickly head back, hoping that Richard would not be gone so fast.  I walked quickly, this time, I walked along the outside road, and decide not to go inside the building...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I don't know how, somehow, my dream went into the building again.  I reached the 'custom' -- some distance away from the children fashion shop.  There was another lady behind me/in front of me, cannot remember clearly, but a long and curly hair woman.  There was some misunderstanding between her and the custom officer.  Later when I had passed mine, my passport stamped already, and I was walking away, towards the direction of the children fashion shop, the woman came up to say 'Thank You' to me.  I was so surprise.  We 'chatted' for a while.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One must pass by the children fashion shop before reaching the bus-interchange, the place where Richard was queuing up for bus.  It was a slope I need to walk.  I had difficulty walking.  The shop attendant/owner (woman) was standing there, and we talked about 'it'.  I decided to take off my white high-heel shoes and walked bare feet, which was easier to walk then.  Since I was walking around there, I decide to see if they had more things.  I asked casually if there were any adult clothes, and the woman answered "Yes", but need to wait.  I discover there were more than just children clothes, there were decoration items as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Richard was still waiting for bus....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a weird dream.  Now, it involved my big brother, my mother and blackie (whose name = Thailand).  I discovered my teeth dropping again.  This time, my lower set of teeth came loose.  My premolars and molars all seemed to 'dissolve'.  My whole mouth was full of broken teeth.  I was too scared to swallow them accidentally.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was walking to find my big brother, and the rest, wanting to meet up with them.  There were three building.  The first one on my right was the one with the circus shop.  The second one was the one selling children fashion.  The third building straight in front of me must be the one I need to go.  I walked straight.  I looked up the building and saw the words "Casino De Genting" above the building.  How to get into the building?  I don't know how.  I saw escalators, but the escalators were so scary, moving at incredible speed and with amazing shape.  Behind of me, there were escalators too, and they were not that fast.  A couple used the escalators, the fast one.  It looked like the stairs at Marina Square, only that it was escalator instead of stairs; and it was yellowish-orange.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I jumped into the escalator, don't know whether I would end up on the proper steps a not (the speed was very fast).  There was no time to stand and think more.  I was now midway of the escalator and it was so scary.  The ceiling was so short, and I had to bend my body as the escalator moved downwards....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My big brother, mother, and Blackie was standing near the entrance of the building.  At the entrance, I told my mother about my teeth, and showed them.  They were surprised too.  The front teeth, at first dropped, but I pushed and 'implanted' it back.  Somehow, it managed to stick on with a 'line of cells' and it was very painful....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we walked along (don't know walking to where), my big brother said he would help me (seek spiritual medium), and now I regretted telling him -- Catholics should not go be involved in any spiritism....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a 'National Day Surprise'.  The children going to school to celebrate National Day (in the dream)... but it was Malaysia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was very surprised on 6 August 2008, when I was writing about Ghost story for helium and I discovered that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2007/08/09/ghost-or-spirit/"&gt;ringing of the phone which happened last year&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, falls on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2007/08/09/ghost-or-spirit/"&gt;National Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; itself!  On the same night, after the light was all switched off, when both Richard and I were on the bed already, again, I heard sound.  This time, it was the 'squeaking' sound of the rats.  First it came from the door.  Next, it came from the study room again....  I asked Richard if he could hear the sound, and he said "Yes"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-2470700147690686156?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/2470700147690686156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=2470700147690686156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2470700147690686156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2470700147690686156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day-surprise.html' title='National Day Surprise'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SJvPEMDrJSI/AAAAAAAAIu4/no_SB1v9B2s/s72-c/CIMG6513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-4786573925565156507</id><published>2008-08-01T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:20:21.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='influence to the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catechism of the holy catholic church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the creation of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice age time'/><title type='text'>Ice Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was such a beautiful dreams, and I would be so happy to remain sleeping and not to wake up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a big space, a big space like that of Expo hall.  I entered this place and I began hopping around (really jumping from one site to another) -- hopping on transparent sculptures of dinosaurs with beautiful artistic work, painted with some colours here and there.  The sculptures of dinosaurs are transparent, whether they are crystal or ice, I do not know, but they were so special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was such a happy dream.  On the second floor, we went to a room on the right hand side.  Inside the room, the children gathered, and they were looking for their bags, it was all messy -- they did not put their bags accordingly.  It was something to do with catechism class.  It was.  If I am not wrong, the children will be going for catechism class.  My children, as well as Vanessa, my brother and my mother appeared in my dream.  That's why it is so beautiful....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The children went for catechism class.  I think I was left alone then.  I am now walking on the corridor of the second floor.  On the left, further down 'catechism room', and on opposite side of the 'catechism room', there is a open concept room.  I walked in and was so happy to see it was a 'pet corner', containing two huge columns, one for cats and one for dogs.  The dogs were in cages.  I did not see the dogs, but just know it.  Standing in front of these two columns, the dogs on my right, the cats on my left.  On each column, the dogs and cats were placed in cubicles similar to those 'pigeon holes' of a cupboard.  The cats were not in cages.  Instead, the cats were 'covered' with curtains -- a huge piece of 'cloth' covering each 'pigeon hole' and with names of the cat written on it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEe8DjqxfHI/AAAAAAAAHs8/mvjEFLMEyC0/s1600-h/310520086337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEe8DjqxfHI/AAAAAAAAHs8/mvjEFLMEyC0/s400/310520086337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208338263377542258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/05/the-heart-mind-transformation-within-me/"&gt;similar cat&lt;/a&gt; I saw in the dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Standing in front of the 'cats column', a 'tiger' cat came out of one of the hole, just in front of me.  It was so cute.  It was totally 'orange-brown', really like a '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/05/the-heart-mind-transformation-within-me/"&gt;tiger' cat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, very similar to the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/05/the-heart-mind-transformation-within-me/"&gt;I saw before&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  It was larger, and the head larger, and the mouth bigger too.  It seems to be similing.  I petted it.  It was so cute.  I was not afraid of it, and it did not bite either...  I carried it, put it back into the hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walking away from the pets corner and now along the corridor again, I met another cat.  This time, it must have escaped from the pets corner.  I carried the cat back to the home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, the scene shifted to a place, I cannot remember where is this place.  It seems to be on a bus, a open-top bus (like the little duckie bus tour).  My brother, and the children were on it.  We were talking about catechism matters...  I cannot remember this part well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next moment, towards the last part of my dream, it was back to the transparent dinosaur sculpture again.  This time, my mother was at the scene.  She was telling me something.... it must be something about 'obedience' -- 'listening to her commands' something like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-4786573925565156507?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/4786573925565156507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=4786573925565156507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/4786573925565156507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/4786573925565156507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/08/ice-age.html' title='Ice Age'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEe8DjqxfHI/AAAAAAAAHs8/mvjEFLMEyC0/s72-c/310520086337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-6172640430632286984</id><published>2008-07-28T09:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:21:27.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance of the three kingdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='undertable dealings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='under the table'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sins of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='velocity and water cycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ruling and educating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judging the world'/><title type='text'>Water Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SI06ABZNV3I/AAAAAAAAIlo/oQXiHRtn1AU/s1600-h/watergraphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SI06ABZNV3I/AAAAAAAAIlo/oQXiHRtn1AU/s400/watergraphic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227898514495592306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning, everybody overslept. I slept so well that I could not even hear my handphone alarm in the morning! I was so 'engrossed' in my dream, so sweet and so full of warmth and excitement....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was KBS I saw, and interacted... It was a school, a seemingly big school, with stairs going up to the higher floor, the classrooms. We were in one of the classroom. We sat in the classroom, shared a desk, and we were playing with our hands and legs underneath the desk. Next, we hold our hands under the desk. It was so warm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next segment of the dream, it was during a break or something like that. We were still in the school compound. KBS was sitting on the floor. I saw him and he showed me a piece of paper folded up. Opening it up, I was so surprised to see the big piece of paper, even bigger than a piece of Mahjong Paper. It was like twice to thrice that of a Mahjong Paper. On the white paper was drawn lots of arrows and words. It was the water cycle. It must be a very detailed piece of work, the water cycle, and he showed me a portion of the cycle. It contains Formula with the letters v, and I knew it was Physics. I told him,"I did not study physics for a long time already!" The rest of the water cycle was like the biochemistry part. The formula must be the formula for speed or velocity, involving the letter 'v' and 'o' subscript etc, and I had 'no time' to see the details of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suddenly, I was in another part of the dream. I needed to go toilet to 'pai sai' (pass motion). It was still in the school. I need to look for the toilet. It was so rush. Everybody seems to be lining up in the parade square, but I was searching for toilet. I came to the canteen, very old, all the shops were closed, but also looked like 'under construction' or 'not in use'.... I walked pass the canteen and went to the toilet, made of bricks. I went to the left hand corner, first cubicle. It was near to the road. The toilet had door that was half exposing the 'head'. It was very embarrassing -- people could see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sitting on the toilet seat, and able to view what was in front of me, I saw a man standing behind a microphone. Beside him was another person. The man behind the microphone was wearing light blue long-sleeve shirt. He was 'commanding' the students at the parade square which was very far, beyond my sight, and also beyond his sight.  On his right and also my right was a road, an entrance to 'somewhere' (seems like a carpark). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another segment of the dream, I was running, not sure whether I was trying to 'escape' but it was a 'clue' given by someone.  I followed the direction, climbed up the stairs and was found that it was a trick.  I ran up the stairs only to be found no way out.  I saw two lorries downstairs on the right, with big piles of loads on it.  I jumped down from the storey, hopping from one lorry to the next.  The pile of loads was very high and very unstable.  Running and hopping safely to the second lorry, I looked over to the stairs.  I could not remember who was standing over there at the building.  I told the person (a guy), to take photographs of me.  I posed on the pile of load on the lorry.  I told the person to take as many photographs of me as possible, close-view and far-away view...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was 'enjoying the dream', but was awoken by Richard.... "Hey, the children don't need to go to school har!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-6172640430632286984?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/6172640430632286984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=6172640430632286984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6172640430632286984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6172640430632286984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/water-cycle.html' title='Water Cycle'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SI06ABZNV3I/AAAAAAAAIlo/oQXiHRtn1AU/s72-c/watergraphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-1662679581676755437</id><published>2008-07-23T11:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:23:02.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iniquities of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus the sacred heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the truth religion in the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the one true and real god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinful world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mary mother of god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good over evil'/><title type='text'>Mission To Fulfill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SIavcZsIuUI/AAAAAAAAIjw/UqamQTx-Q1U/s1600-h/CIMG6903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SIavcZsIuUI/AAAAAAAAIjw/UqamQTx-Q1U/s400/CIMG6903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226057320077244738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Marina Bay, Beside &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/13/singapore-flyer/"&gt;Singapore Flyer&lt;/a&gt;: The Pedestrian Bridge represents the structure of DNA and symbolizes life, renewal, everlasting abundance and continuity.  This innovative structure is a world's first in architectural and engineering bridge design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dream of arriving at a dark place, the sky was dark, the place still dark blue.  A 'man' was there, back facing me.  But I was in the dream, and it was a very strange one.  I forgotten the whole dream, but only the last part, this last scene...... and before I could know anymore, my children came to the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was 'Abraham' and the message in the dream, asking me to pass it on, the religion.  I was being asked to go to this place, but nobody turned up.  I was somehow 'betrayed'.  But it was another 'mission' I need to fulfill, to 'pass on the religion'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I slept again, thinking that I could perhaps recall a bit of this dream.  Hard to sleep.  But still slept.  This time, it was a different dream.  It was a journey on a bus.  On this bus, we went 'shopping'.  Richard and the children seemed to be with me.  We passed by the place, alighted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A weird dream, with staggering scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I was walking up the stairs with someone.  I cannot remember who are the people walking up the stairs with me.  But they are girls.  It is a &lt;a href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/07/13/the-tower-of-babel/"&gt;spiral building&lt;/a&gt;.  We walked up to the last floor.  Standing at the last floor, I remembered "Hey, I got dream of this place before, it was exactly the same place!"  The building is circular, and standing on the last floor, looking down, I could see spiral staircase.  The painting on the building consists of white and yellow.  It looked old.  We seemed to be 'escaping' from something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, when climbing down the stairs, suddenly I was helping my mother who was behind me.  My mother could not walk down the stairs.  I carried my mother on the back, helping her one step at a time.  In front of me was some more people.  When we reached the last few flight of steps, ground floor, I heard people swimming outside of the building.  Many people were swimming in the pool.  We came to the ground floor.  Someone asked my mother if she wanted to go into the shop at the left.  There were chinese words written on it.  It seemed to be a 'spiritual medium' place or some kind of traditional chinese medical hall, but more like 'spiritism'. My mother said,"no more of this".   I am glad and we walked off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, we saw a big tent, yellowish-orange in colour, very big, which can accommodate many people inside.  It cost only $22++.  There is a zip at the entrance.  I told Richard it was a good buy.  But we did not buy anything.  Next, the children and I went to the 'warehouse'.  We saw the Mickey Mouse Cookie selling so cheap.  The usual strawberry Mickey Mouse Cookie was selling all in various packaging.  Some in plastic bag, some in plastic containers, the shape of a big bear and so on.  We were looking at the price, but did not buy anything.  The sales staff came, and she said she need to deliver some goods to the shop at Blk 8xx later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We reached the swimming complex.  There was a huge slide.  All the slide converge to a central place in the water.  The slide was reddish in colour. Many long-haired girls slided down.  We were observing, and later someone came to ask 'Clara' to go with her.  It was so fast, and I had a hard time finding them later on.  The place was so unusual.  I had to go down further.  It was again spiral.  There I saw the two girls and I told Clara "must inform me where you go otherwise I cannot find you"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SIavcdz9WwI/AAAAAAAAIj4/fNnvB6LalS0/s1600-h/CIMG7394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SIavcdz9WwI/AAAAAAAAIj4/fNnvB6LalS0/s400/CIMG7394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226057321183795970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Reparation work in progress.  Iniquities of the world shall be brought to light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-1662679581676755437?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/1662679581676755437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=1662679581676755437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/1662679581676755437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/1662679581676755437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/mission-to-fulfill.html' title='Mission To Fulfill'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SIavcZsIuUI/AAAAAAAAIjw/UqamQTx-Q1U/s72-c/CIMG6903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-5884005162909153963</id><published>2008-07-19T10:46:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:45:03.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people of god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of colours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god&apos;s art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craftwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great craft work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful house'/><title type='text'>The Bright House of Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SIFh3S4vN2I/AAAAAAAAIe4/OmiW9fyMRds/s1600-h/PO20080208_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SIFh3S4vN2I/AAAAAAAAIe4/OmiW9fyMRds/s400/PO20080208_0473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224564645316999010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is a kind of 'needle work' done by my sister.  She chose to make this picture of Mary carrying Jesus.  For me, I did the image of a girl kissing the boy.  All this are 'vision', and they convey message to us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My last dream was on Thursday (Thursday morning or the 'night' of Wednesday).  I did not record this dream, I don't know how to say or write, but I can remember the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night, I went to a 'model christian home'.  Last night, I dreamed of my old home (Blk 827) in Woodlands.  It was exactly the same old home, &lt;a href="http://anythingpet.blogspot.com/2008/07/photographs-of-baby.html"&gt;same colour tiles(green)&lt;/a&gt;, and same colour as the family with the 'divine mercy' I saw at Blk 819(their window grille are painted that type of green).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the dream, I saw my old friend from Boon Lay Secondary School.  She is the only girl in the family.  Her surname is the same as my maternal grandmother (whom I had never seen before, died so long ago, due to cancer).  During my 21st birthday, Yi Ling gave me a white dog puzzle.  I completed the puzzle and I had it glued and framed with a purple frame.  I always hang it in my old house, and I had brought it to my new home.  But after spring cleaning, I had thrown it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yi Ling came to my house.  She put three items into a big blue recycle plastic bag.  When I saw her coming to my house, I was so happy.  I wanted to ask her for a favour.  I asked her if she knew a Chinese song (I forgot the title now).  In the dream, I knew the title of the song, it was roughly 5-7 words long.  She said she would sing for me (meaning, sing and record the song and gave me the CD).  I thanked her and she went out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, I quickly opened up her bag to see what she had inside the big blue recycle plastic bag.  It was toy, 2CDs and a cactus plant (this cactus plant is called "Ghoi Boar"(teochew) or 'mu ji" =  母鸡 (chinese = female hen).  The CD contains the song I asked her.  But it seemed like not 'song' but an introduction to the song.  Anyway, I quickly 'need help' to duplicate the CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The home was exactly like my old home (the floor plan and the white floor tiles on the floor).  It is so nice to go back to my old Woodlands home.  I love my old Woodlands home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I remembered correctly, my sister seemed to come to my home.  I am not sure if it was my sister or someone else.  Someone was with me.  We went out of the house, to the corridor.  In this block, there are only two house on the level.  I remembered the last time was a Malay family, 'Eunos' who stayed there.  The wife worked in Singapore General Hospital.  They have one son and one daughter....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I was surprised to see that everything was changed.  Walking out of my house, I saw such beautiful scene -- my opposite house in front of me was so bright, the house containing statues, so neat and the floor, everything spick and span.  The most obvious thing I saw was the statue of Mary on my right side of the house.  The flooring which used to be 'green' like what I have mentioned earlier on, was "Terrazzo' tiling, the old type of tiling similar to my father's house in Boon Lay.  Their house does not seem to have any doors at all.  It is a 'open concept'.  The 'Terrazzo' flooring extend to the side of 'my house' (which was not my house anymore).  I was so curious as to how they can manage to extend their house, changing the floor tiles which belongs to HDB (government properties).  I asked them whether he needed any permit or permission etc (I talked to the male owner of the house).  I asked him about his church also.  He was reluctant or hesistant in telling me about going to church.  But he told me something about their Sunday class.  It was the word 'no' he was illustrating, really illustrating, on a piece of paper, with various drawings and 'floating words of 'no'.  For example, there were words like nose, and with 'no' highlighted, and the drawing of the nose.  After that, I realized it was 'phonics' he was trying to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yiling would soon return.  I was cutting up the 'hen cactus', trying to propagate it.  However, it seemed to be a failure.  Soon I heard Yiling coming, and I quickly packed everything back.  It was a green recycle bag, but I need to put it back in blue recycle bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know how I arrived at a 'grandstand', something similar to a grandstand.  It was a slope kidn of place.  I and another person beside me, a girl, but I forgot who this person was.  We sat side by side on this 'grandstand'.  It seemed to be a school behind of us.  In my hand was two things we managed to get, and sat down.  On my right hand was a long tube with a hollow space (the type of tubing used for changing fish tank water -- containing suction pump).  On my left hand was a cup of solution, with plastic cover (going to spoil).  The water need to be transfered over into the tubing.  The colour of the water is like those of Pasar Malam Bird's Nest colour, 'greenish, yellowish-golden brown' (so difficult to describe the real colour).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I starting pumping, but as I pumped, I can visualize the consequences.  But I cannot control.  It is going to overshoot for sure, but I am prepared in my heart.  I knew what to do.  Everything is going to happen very fast.  I just need to release or separate the two things in my hand later on.  But the water will shoot out.  So this thing really happened.  The water shoot out, leaving the remainder in the tubing.  As I was pouring some away on my left, the girl on my left (seem to be Yiling now), filled up my cup with her water.  I told her,"I threw away and you filled up secretly, must tell me mah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waking up, the most significant thing is the statue of Mary, the bright light in the house and the 'hen cactus plant'.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mary in Teochew is called "Siah Bor".  "Siah Bor Tolong" = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/07/06/blessed-mother-of-jesus/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; have mercy on me..... It's 'Hospitality' I received...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SIFkEEraQHI/AAAAAAAAIfA/U4p-dEaQQRs/s1600-h/PO20080408_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SIFkEEraQHI/AAAAAAAAIfA/U4p-dEaQQRs/s400/PO20080408_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224567063864557682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So many picture of &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/07/07/mother-of-god/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt;, and I was confused, don't know what is what.  But I saw this picture at my baptism godmother's house, also my mother's second sister.  On Wednesday, I saw this picture of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/17/image-of-god/"&gt;Our Mother of Perpetual Help&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; hang in front of this family's door.....  angels in the air.... unveiling the truth.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-5884005162909153963?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/5884005162909153963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=5884005162909153963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/5884005162909153963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/5884005162909153963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/bright-house-of-mary.html' title='The Bright House of Mary'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SIFh3S4vN2I/AAAAAAAAIe4/OmiW9fyMRds/s72-c/PO20080208_0473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-4731890901714116635</id><published>2008-07-16T11:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:05:49.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education of Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching the nation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the next generation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Importance of Names'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SH1x-YEBkuI/AAAAAAAAIc4/ihzqj3Cttg0/s1600-h/PO20080129_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SH1x-YEBkuI/AAAAAAAAIc4/ihzqj3Cttg0/s400/PO20080129_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223456459244802786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These were some of the students.  They used to write to me even though I left the school.  They were such a jovial group of students.  This boy whom I dreamed of was not in this photograph..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a dream of &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/07/03/singapore-flag/"&gt;Singapore's flag&lt;/a&gt;, and a gathering in Boon Lay, the children and teachers singing &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/04/21/majulah-singapura/"&gt;National Anthem&lt;/a&gt; and the school song....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A tall man, his face was very familiar, seems like the man whom I used to see him jogging at Fu Shan Garden.  He was very tall.  Many people were at a home, a first storey home.  All the people in it were very busy.  I was trying to get change as well and getting ready.  Then this tall man was playing a joke on me.  When I was looking at him, he used the Singapore Flag to go round his body as though wearing it.  When I was not looking, he was 'naked'.  Some other people were around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon, they went out, I was not ready and stayed behind.  Richard's mother was around.  Ricsson was around.  Suddenly I received a big card, someone opened it for me.  It was a self-made card, so big, bigger than the card I used to make for Richard.  It was so nice, pasted with photographs.  It seemed to say 'Happy Birthday'.  I was so curious who had sent this card to me.  It pasted with photographs of me and the kids....  It was from one of my student.  I had even forgotten the names of my students!  However, in this card, I saw the name very clearly, and it was named 'zheng xiong' (same pronounication but not the real as in the dream).  In the dream, I saw very clearly the surname and the last name.  And I recall the face of the boy, and even now.  But I wonder if it was really the boy.... a cute boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These children should all be grown up now.  The last time I saw my tuition kids' mother, she told me her son was in Secondary 4 already.  So this boy, the batch of students whom I taught, might be soldiers or even in the Universities or graduated now.  I must do some calculation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, as I was getting late, I rushed out of the house.  I went to join the crowd.  They had already began the singing.  When I reached, they had finished.  All were standing still, teachers and 'students' separated.  When I was running towards the class, all the teachers began to move to their respective classes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw Irene among the 'students'.  I wonder what kind of school was that, a weird dream....  The place was Boon Lay, but it was not the school.  It was the place which Meng Huay stayed and also the place where my uncle used to stay, and one of my relative used to stay too.  Those 'brownish' flats there, the car parks was the place the people gathered.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I came back to the card -- still have not read the full contents.  It was written with so much words, with glitters, with photos.... this boy (Big Boy already), his handwriting so nice and neat, had put in so much effort to show his appreciation.  I wanted to read what he wrote, but my handphone rang with receipt of SMS from Esprit....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never get to read the words written.  It was a home in the first floor.  The windows were exactly like my old house, those old types of windows with the window grilles (exactly the same as my old house).  But it was not my house.  In the dream, there were still other scenes, but rather vague and not of much significance.... For example, through the window, I could see a cleaner sweeping the floor and also about the toilet......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, in this dream, the most happiest part was "Happy Birthday".  But it was very strange -- National Day Flag, teachers and students gathering to sing National Anthem and School song, and I received a Big Card.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/09/education-of-singapore/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Education of Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; --the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/tag/gift/"&gt;Gift&lt;/a&gt; of Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, Imparting of Knowledge, talents and skills......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-4731890901714116635?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/4731890901714116635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=4731890901714116635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/4731890901714116635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/4731890901714116635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy Birthday Singapore'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SH1x-YEBkuI/AAAAAAAAIc4/ihzqj3Cttg0/s72-c/PO20080129_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-4299898235735299286</id><published>2008-07-15T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:19:20.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese talisman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safeguarding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='way of escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boatpeople'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alice in wonderland'/><title type='text'>On The Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning I dreamed of Alice.  I was standing at my doorstep.  But I heard so much noise outside my house.  It was a strange dream.  At my doorstep, I looked out from my door to see what was happening outside.  I saw at the corridor was a big yellow piece of paper with words (chinese character, like those of talisman) written on it in red and black, big words.  There was a mirror or dressing table too.  Alice's daughter walked passed and I asked her what they were celebrating and she did not say what it was.  It was at another corner on the left and I could not see what it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just then, a man came walking towards my house, going to go to Alice's house.  I stopped him.  I asked him whether he knew what occasion they were celebrating and what those words mean.  Strangely, the man told me about matters concerning rental house when couples divorce.  It was matter concerning mistress, divorced wife and husband.  The man could not pronounced the word 'mistress' properly.  We talked quite long until he said he must go, and I wanted to ask another last question from him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; However, now I was at the sea... In the sea, I was in a boat.  There were people on it.  I do not know why I need to 'escape'.  People were rushing too.  They wanted to 'ignore' me as well.  One boat next to another boat, people need to move from one to another.  The distance was not so near, one need to jump over, and the person on the next boat must be cooperative -- but I was so scared.  The one on the next boat was a guy, who was reluctant to help me.  I saw behind me some more people coming over to my boat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Next, I was on top of a flight of vertical big ladder kind of metal rods.  It was very steep, exactly ninety degree standing on the ground, like climbing the kelong stairs.  Beside me was another rather fat, but not too fat guy.  It was not some kind of competition, but competiting to 'escape'.  It was a struggle of climbing up and down, waiting for the boat to arrive.... very strange dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; One moment the fat boy was not abiding the rule of the game.  He went forward till the front to wait for the boat.  I discovered it and he had to climb all the way up the ladder again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Somehow, I managed to get into a boat.  I arrived at the upper deck of the boat.  There were many flowery clothes on the deck, just like a double-decked bed.  I covered all the clothes with me (as though camoflaging myself).  However, there were some ladies who knew me.  I told them not to tell anyone...  It was not peaceful hiding among the clothes.  People still discovered me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHw-uYEeIJI/AAAAAAAAIcA/s6tuB4wS_gE/s1600-h/CIMG9138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHw-uYEeIJI/AAAAAAAAIcA/s6tuB4wS_gE/s400/CIMG9138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223118634299039890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my relative's Kelong.  He is the husband of my aunt (Maria's sister)... the one who played 'match-maker', the one who....  In chinese, she is called 'er gu' for my parents, as for me and my brothers and sisters, we should add the word 'lao' (old), so she would be called 'zi lao gou' (pronounced in Teochew).  She changed her religion, diverted from Catholicism....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-4299898235735299286?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/4299898235735299286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=4299898235735299286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/4299898235735299286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/4299898235735299286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-run.html' title='On The Run'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHw-uYEeIJI/AAAAAAAAIcA/s6tuB4wS_gE/s72-c/CIMG9138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-678130707288129428</id><published>2008-07-12T22:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:20:32.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus at the door'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus send message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='works of the holy spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the light of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living dead'/><title type='text'>Message From Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHjIZpiPMCI/AAAAAAAAIYw/WJuYcUk2vnA/s1600-h/CIMG9402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHjIZpiPMCI/AAAAAAAAIYw/WJuYcUk2vnA/s400/CIMG9402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222144110907830306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night, I watched this show 'intermittently'.  I was so surprised to hear the names of the people in the show, as well as the faces of the people in the show.  The names were all connected to the people living around me.  The face of this woman (Hong Kong actress), and her name in this show was the same as that of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/11/our-glorious-dead/"&gt;my dead aunt, Maria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Her look was very similar too.  In the show, she looked like the face of a deceased girl named "Linda".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHjIQZ_NzrI/AAAAAAAAIYo/h0IBpu6XUa4/s1600-h/CIMG9441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHjIQZ_NzrI/AAAAAAAAIYo/h0IBpu6XUa4/s400/CIMG9441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222143952115584690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/singing-from-heart.html"&gt;On the same day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I had dreamed of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/singing-from-heart.html"&gt;Pang Ling Ling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, this woman below, and above.  This is a Singapore's show, old show, but I never seem to watch it before.  Dreaming of her, watching the show, remind me of past events......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHjIIaZ0CRI/AAAAAAAAIYg/QL02tDyeXQE/s1600-h/CIMG9420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHjIIaZ0CRI/AAAAAAAAIYg/QL02tDyeXQE/s400/CIMG9420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222143814788188434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning, while people are still sleeping, I was awoken suddenly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had forgotten the details of my dream, but the last scene was I was reading scriptures.  It was a line of words I was reading, with comma, two phrases of lines joined up to form a sentence.  I had forgotten what words are they, but as I was trying to memorise the words (so as to remember them), I was awoken... and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/05/19/jesus-at-the-door/"&gt; at the same time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/19/vesak-day-greetings/"&gt;my door bell rang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, the same tune as before, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-my-love-ones.html"&gt;Beethoven's tune&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  I opened my eyes, put on the spectacle, went to the toilet.  I looked at the clock, and according to the clock near my bedside was 8.05am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought I might hear the wrong thing, but it was not.  It was real.  It rang once, and I did not go and open the door.  I was scared, like previous time.  I went back on the bed, did some reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon, my sister called me on the handphone.  She told me about Causeway Point giving out free goody bags and asking me to go.  I told her that all the people were sleeping.  She also told me that the event were organized by Stephanie's polytechnic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read my 'notes'.  After reading for more than one hour, getting close to two hours, I felt sleepy again.  I fell asleep.  Now, I had a dream, a different dream this time.  It was a dream about what my sister said, Civic Centre or Causeway Point.  'We' went there in the dream.  At the 'entrance', there was a booth, hanging with bags, various types of bags with various patterns.  Since they were free, we have a choice to choose 4 different bags.  I asked for 4 different designs or something like that (designs that I like, out of those hanging on display).  The lady standing in the booth was very anti-social, very hostile.  She was reluctant to serve me also.  She refused to give me what I want.  There were some dispute and argument later on.  But we moved on to the next part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here, my second brother was there now.  He/Ricsson and I was supposed to enter the rooms to write composition.  Being 'separated' (asked to go different rooms), I was filled with anxiety.  I could not remember now, whether it was Ricsson or my second brother who went into the corner room.  I was not feeling safe and I walked to the room to check on him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now back at the centre of the building, standing there with Clara and Richard, someone send a gift to us now.  The person told us that this gift was meant to be an apology previously happened at the entrance....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, it was break time.  my Johnny brother walked with me to the stalls to buy food.  We stood in front of a Malay stall.  The woman showed us all types of chicken being sold, displayed in front of us -- all were Chicken breast, brown with various cooking style.  We did not know which one to choose, but I remembered asking for the otar (only 4 left and I took all 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suddenly, I was standing at the balcony of the building.  Looking across, ahead of me, I saw a building named "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;School of Wheel******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"  I cannot remember the full word now.  Beside this school was meant to be Civic Centre -- strange dream.  It was supposed to be Ngee Ann Polytechnic since it was Stephanie's polytechnic, but it was not.  Sitting at the small semi-circle balcony was Clara, on my left with her legs 'sticking out', and Richard sitting beside her.  I standing behind them, so scared of the height.  I was standing above, watching the distant building in front of me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-678130707288129428?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/singing-from-heart.html' title='Message From Jesus'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/678130707288129428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=678130707288129428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/678130707288129428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/678130707288129428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/message-from-jesus.html' title='Message From Jesus'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHjIZpiPMCI/AAAAAAAAIYw/WJuYcUk2vnA/s72-c/CIMG9402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-5300676684416773618</id><published>2008-07-11T15:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:16:46.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stealing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry of labour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sins of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handphone theft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fulfillment  of obligation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preaching the good news'/><title type='text'>Singing From The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHcUkVSr1TI/AAAAAAAAIXg/cgPYnZDQHtc/s1600-h/1556650259_6f3dda72e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHcUkVSr1TI/AAAAAAAAIXg/cgPYnZDQHtc/s400/1556650259_6f3dda72e0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221664907382740274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;While having lunch, I told Richard and Ricsson about my dreams.  As usual, Richard said that I am too free.  "Free people always dream." -- His belief.  They are not interested in my dream.  So I told them, I pour out my dreams here, on the internet.  This is where I can share with people who are interested, and I must 'pour it out'... I have too much in my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I dreamed of another dream which seemed so real, but ultimately it was only a dream.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This dream involves my big brother, Richard, my old friend, TMH(Meng Huay -- girl) and Singapore Celebrity(artiste) Pang Ling Ling.  It was a another strange dream which involves my handphone, my Nokia handphone, and my pouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHcP5nR3i2I/AAAAAAAAIXY/66CugvL4snM/s1600-h/CIMG9059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHcP5nR3i2I/AAAAAAAAIXY/66CugvL4snM/s400/CIMG9059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221659775430265698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was exactly this pouch I placed on a desk.  This desk seemed like to be in a classroom.  I had forgotten most of the details, but the main point is I left this pouch on the desk.  Inside my pouch was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2007/11/14/my-handphone/"&gt;my handphone, Nokia handphone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/04/26/we-are-the-world/"&gt;the one exactly I had&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and appeared the same in the dream.  There was also my Bonia purse in the pouch, with all the Identification card etc...  Thinking it was safe, I left my pouch on the desk....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Little did I know that when I returned later with my friend TMH, I was shocked when I took a second look on the desk.  My pouch was gone.  On the floor, my bag was being opened too.  It was Pang Ling Ling -- in the dream she was my enemy (don't know why, seemed to have a quarrel, don't know about what...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I quickly reported Police.  As I was talking on the phone, some people interrupted me.  Later I saw from behind my desk, someone, a guy, asked about what happened, and he was the one who told me "Pang Ling Ling" showed him my handphone.  Then after that, he did not know what happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were some books on this person's table.  Meng Huay's desk was behind this boy.  We did not know his name.  So I looked at his book.  The first book did not write his name, it belonged to someone else.  The next book was green, the type of exercise book Popular was selling.  It was written,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Venus Dryken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next in my dream was my big brother.  I seemed to be walking to him, or he seemed to be waiting for me at some place.  I told him how sad I was, that my purse was lost.  I was supposed to attend a concert, to sing a song.  It was a Chinese song.  I had not even rehearse or learned it.  I did not even know how to read the Chinese words.  What was the song I cannot remember, but there were a few lines where I could not read at all.  I lost even the lyrics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told Richard about it, and he seemed want to help me, but I cannot remember the details now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next part of the dream was at a bus stop.  I was walking towards the bus-stop.  At the bus stop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/thank-you-mary.html"&gt;I saw Joy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; squatting down, talking to someone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/07/06/joy-to-the-world/"&gt;She did not see me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, nor did I call her.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-5300676684416773618?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/04/sing-life.html' title='Singing From The Heart'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/5300676684416773618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=5300676684416773618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/5300676684416773618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/5300676684416773618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/singing-from-heart.html' title='Singing From The Heart'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHcUkVSr1TI/AAAAAAAAIXg/cgPYnZDQHtc/s72-c/1556650259_6f3dda72e0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-3204150599266226026</id><published>2008-07-10T14:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:37:15.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream interpretation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream from the holy spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st peter and paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apostles of jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='servants of god'/><title type='text'>Teeth Dropping Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHcBdtT4I_I/AAAAAAAAIXI/HYyzQl60j_4/s1600-h/paul5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHcBdtT4I_I/AAAAAAAAIXI/HYyzQl60j_4/s400/paul5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221643902850180082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a hard to sleep night, kept freting, and the 'word' St Paul came to my mind, and I seemed to have 'dreams' but don't know what was it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dreamed of a horrible dream, awoken to know that it was all a dream.  It was so real, all my teeth dropped out, groups and then one after another another one, using my hand to hold on to those dropped teeth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was at Jurong East.  But very strange -- I came to Jurong East.  I did not know how I ended up reaching there.  I seemed to arrange at a junction, not knowing to walk ahead or to turn back.  I was lost.  I thought I walked from Woodlands, and how I ended up here.  I did not know how to walk back.  But I decide to walk ahead.  Walking ahead, there were shops, fashion shop.  I saw three celebrities in it.  I wanted to look at clothes also.  But these three celebrities seemed to be talking sarcastic remarks at me.  These three celebrities were Quan YiFeng, Zh0ng Qin and Huang BiRen.  They were dressed beautifully, full of make-up, and three of them seemed to enjoy themselves so much there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stepped out of the shop, disappointed or something like that.  I walked away, did not want to shop anymore.  I walked to the playgroup or come to a park.  It was my father I saw at the park.  I was so surprised and said,"Why are you here?"  He was exercising at a yellowish (bar) exercise corner.  I told him to be careful.  We chatted... It was so nice to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot remember what happened next.  I just know that my teeth dropped, and keep on dropping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then there was a place which I went to.  My father, mother and big brother were there.  The words on wall changed.  At first, the words were something else, which I had forgotten.  Next, the words changed to "CIRCUS", and below the word Circus there were some more words, which I again cannot remember.  It was such beautiful words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, my brother and father discussed with the manager about the rental of the place.  They were negotiating about the rental of the place.  There were two 4-digit figures, some numbers involving 7, 8 and 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dream Interpretation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teeth - to dream that you see a person with white regular teeth, denotes that you will have a beautiful lover whom you will marry.  To dream that your teeth are very loose, portends personal illness; to dream that one of them comes out, denotes the loss of a friend or relatives.  To dream that you have the toothache is a dream of contradiction; it denotes much social enjoyment and pleasure.  To dream that you cut a new tooth, denotes change of residence, and to the married an increase of family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Park - To dream of walking through a park, indicates health and happiness, and true friendship.  To a person in commerce it is the harbinger of a flourishing business.  IF you dream that you have the company of anotehr person with you, it denotes a speedy marriage.  The now apparent obstacles will all vanish.  Such a dream is a very good for a scholar, or a person employed in scholastic affairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHcFg5Uns7I/AAAAAAAAIXQ/sVPRoi1TCP0/s1600-h/2194145032_c1bd0245c9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHcFg5Uns7I/AAAAAAAAIXQ/sVPRoi1TCP0/s400/2194145032_c1bd0245c9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221648355660641202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2007/10/27/honouring-the-saints/"&gt;Saint Peter and Paul&lt;/a&gt; Cathedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My great grandfather was named Peter.  My grandfather was named Paul.  During my secondary school, I always dreamed of my teeth dropping... (I will tell you my story related to this teeth dropping...) My great grandfather, I called him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/04/spirits-returned.html"&gt;"Lao Gong" 老公&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and he was very good to me... He died in the year 1990, after I had completed my junior college.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-must-believe.html"&gt;My grandfather, Paul,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; died in the year 1998, after the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/07/witness-of-jesus.html"&gt;birth of my son, Ricsson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prayer for Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O glorious St. Paul, who from a persecutor of Christianity, didst become a most ardent Apostle of zeal; and who to make known the Savior Jesus Christ unto the ends of the world didst suffer with joy imprisonment, scourgings, stonings, shipwrecks and persecutions of every kind, and in the end didst shed thy blood to the last drop, obtain for us the grace to receive, as favors of the Divine mercy, infirmities, tribulations, and misfortunes of the present life, so that the vicissitudes of this our exile will not render us cold in the service of God, but will render us always more faithful and more fervent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-3204150599266226026?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/3204150599266226026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=3204150599266226026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/3204150599266226026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/3204150599266226026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/teeth-dropping-dream.html' title='Teeth Dropping Dream'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHcBdtT4I_I/AAAAAAAAIXI/HYyzQl60j_4/s72-c/paul5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-6943593633835856676</id><published>2008-07-09T10:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:06:25.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil in the air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucking blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transmitter of information'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messenger of god'/><title type='text'>Seeking Medium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHQ2SHUE6FI/AAAAAAAAIV0/u33WAIxjutM/s1600-h/CIMG4495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHQ2SHUE6FI/AAAAAAAAIV0/u33WAIxjutM/s400/CIMG4495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220857552858048594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jesus said,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/07/09/gratitude-of-the-heart/"&gt;I am the resurrection and the Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you believe me, believe what I experienced, what I see, what I heard, then you continue to read on.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to the church on 12th March 2008, Father Terence said, "Who Are You?" when I asked him "Do You Believe me?".   Richard explained to him.  I introduced myself to him.  Who Am I?  Who do you think people would believe me?  Anyway, this is fate, they are 'working' what they are 'asked' to do.  We were asked to come back at 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my mind was this two songs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2007/11/28/%E6%A5%9A%E6%B1%89%E9%AA%84%E9%9B%84/"&gt;楚汉骄雄&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/06/international-womans-day.html"&gt;Great Is The Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At home, Richard called my parents and my sister.  I had the most wonderful bath.  I could hear cheering sound and whistling sound when I bath.  Then I heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/28/shouting-for-justice/"&gt;my spectacle and Shiseido facial cleansing foam dropped at the same time.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  I was not scared, but feeling so refreshed and so wonderful.  It was so strange, first time, and first time I bathed with my pink Bata home shoes (furry slipper), and it was all wet.  I had to throw it away a few days later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After bathing, I felt so much better.  Lying on the bed, soon my parents came.  My father said that my face looked so pale and the eyes so black.  I asked Richard and he said I looked okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Richard told me that he saw the face of a 'skull' when he looked at the mirror of himself.  He said he saw a 'sunken face' all so drain, so dried, devoid of water.  I told him again, about 'death' and he did not believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon at 7pm, we went to the church.  The divine mercy group must be there.  I don't know what mass is that, it was my first time there.  Everything first time.  I saw Father Terence at the altar.  When the mass was ended, the fat man said "thank you everybody"; and I followed him said "thank you everybody".  The fat man turned around and saw me, I was rather embarrassed, and knew that I must have made a mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, we went out of the church.  Standing at the foyer, I spoke to Josephine.  I introduced myself and she said I looked beautiful, and my children was lovely -- No dark circles, no dark eyes, like what my parents see.  I explained to them about sins and etc etc, but nobody would believe me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon, we proceed to Clementi.  I was forced to go to the Medium.  Inside the car, I could hear sound.... when reached the carpark, sound of "Boo", "nah" etc was heard while we were walking downstairs, towards the medium house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the medium house, the group of people had to sing song (prayer) to invite the 'spirit' to 'come into' the body of the medium.  The man soon asked what we want.  Was told, and given instruction later on.  Richard was given talisman, yellow and green, to be washed on the face and burned for drinking (for my use).  I told them that my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/06/authentic-roman-catholic/"&gt;religion is 'Catholic'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and the medium said 'never mind'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The medium 'measure' my pulse.  He said my pulse was very weak, the blood was very low.   My heart was very weak.  My hands were all cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my brother's car, driving some journey away from the Medium's house, my big brother came.  He gave me a can of butter cookies and money.  He touched my head and comfort me.  I was very sad.  He is always so good to me and I cannot do anything for him.  He gave me $100 despite the fact that he is full of debts also.  I was so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the way, in the car, I could feel my body 'reacting' worse, getting more and more worse.  Ricsson said he felt hot, and wanted to vomit also.  I did not have fever, but my hands getting more and more numb.  I could really feel my blood was getting lower.  I felt the mouth very dry, always so thirsty.  A little while, when I was in the car, I saw the words in my head, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"SUCK BLOOD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, the words in green, and in that instant, I felt as though my teeth going to grow (the canine, like the vampire).  I was so scared that I would suck the blood of Ricsson or anybody later on.  I told Richard, and he did not believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coming out of the car, when reaching our house, Ricsson was nauseous and the two children were all so weak as well.  Clara was like dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back home, I bathed again before washing the face with the 'talisman' and drinking the 'talisman' water.  The bathing this time was not the same.  It was more inferior than the previous one.  After bathing, when I washed my face with the 'talisman' water, it was so funny that I spread the water on my face 'as though drawing whiskers on my face'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scary night, I was so thankful to Richard for risking his life to save me (giving me support)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tried to sleep.  Richard told me that the talisman had to use for seven days.  He told me some 'strange things' about the spirits returning in seven days or something like that.  I don't really understand.  But anyway, I was scared, scared that the things written in newspaper (about people turning into creatures) and I was about to turn into 'sucking blood' evil creatures also.  And Ricsson was having fever, and Clara dying also.  It was all so scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That night, we slept on the same bed, so scared.  It was that night, I saw the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/17/mystery-of-noah-ark/"&gt; 'vision' of 'a white space with people&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/06/19/noah-ark-on-mount-ararat/"&gt;gathering manna'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and then I found myself 'falling down' 'virtually'.  I also discovered the 'healing touch'.  I saw the 'vision' of Jesus walking around and touching the head of people, healing people.  That night, I touched the hand of Richard, Ricsson and Clara -- the pulse was able to transmit some form of energy, from me to them -- the flow of energy was so special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever I was scared, I said,"Jesus help me, Jesus please help me".  On the night, God came to my room, the whole room was so dark.  I was very scared also.  To believe or not to believe?  Soon, I heard chains, doors slamming, lots of sound, very noisy, all the household sound.  It was so scary so scary, never in my life so scared, it was 'facing death'.  I prayed with my fist clenched tightly, my eyes dare not opened.  I said,"Jesus please help me, Jesus I am very scared, Jesus please help, Jesus, Jesus!"  It was automatic response.  I don't know to believe or not to believe, but I was too scared and I just say these words and Soon, it was different sound I heard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got wolf howling on my right ears, got so many sound.  Then the last one was the trumpet, never stop, prolonged trumpet sound, and birds came to my windows singing songs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/03/never-been-better.html"&gt;Amazing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-6943593633835856676?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacemotivate.com/2008/04/03/justice-shall-prevail/' title='Seeking Medium'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/6943593633835856676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=6943593633835856676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6943593633835856676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6943593633835856676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/seeking-medium.html' title='Seeking Medium'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHQ2SHUE6FI/AAAAAAAAIV0/u33WAIxjutM/s72-c/CIMG4495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-5892647117273436758</id><published>2008-07-08T14:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:04:41.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven and earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sins of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judgment day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace and chance for people to repent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house of god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams about judgment day'/><title type='text'>Mutated Swan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHMp9GTgU3I/AAAAAAAAIUM/11wrkeX0R8s/s1600-h/1158699427_e1eba2720a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHMp9GTgU3I/AAAAAAAAIUM/11wrkeX0R8s/s400/1158699427_e1eba2720a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220562522693718898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A baby swan should be furry like these, a cygnet.  But in my dream, it was the skin of snake and the the shape of a leaflet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a beautiful as well as a scary dream.  The happiest part was at the church.  The church is my home, my paradise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which part is first, which part is last, the sequence might not be correct, but I remembered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ricsson, Clara, my mother, big brother and me were in a lift, but this lift is very usual.  It is an open lift, with no 'roof'.  If you stand up, you can see the surrounding scenery.  It was at a very high level, don't know how many floor of a building we were at.  Once we were in the lift, the lift started to go down.  It was so scary.  I asked the children to lie down.  The lift was so special, instead of moving up and down, it was moving to another building, from left to right, and it was moving so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon we reached the other part of the building.  We came to a place (a church compound, which I did not know, but only know later...).  At this place, there were pillars, and open space like corridors.  Malays were selling things.  I thought they were free, but they were selling Mentos dipped in flour, a kind of special flour.  It looked nice.  They made it in the form of a flower shaped as well as two other kinds.  They wanted me to buy, but I said I wanted to try first, and they said there's no trying.  So I did not buy anything from them.  The place were quite crowded.  Prior to this, I was given a handful of Mentos by someone, and I had to eat them (which I don't really like, I don't like sweet food).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My big brother, mother, and children were there, but I was too engrossed.  I slowly drifted away from the place, walking forward towards the right of the place there.  Suddenly I heard the bell chimed.  And I saw in front of me were three priest (if the number is correct, should be correct) wearing purple, with altar boys (left and right, holding the incense container).  As soon as the bell chimed, they walked into the church from where I was standing, and watching.  They were about one metre or so away from me only.  I looked on my left, the big church in front of the priests, which they were walking inside to.  The beautiful hymns started, it was so nice, so soothing.  I was so filled with wonder and amazement.  I took out my camera, and I cannot help but keep taking photos.  The church was filled with people, mostly purple, and another instance, seems like 'soldiers' wearing the kind of red hat (the hairy velvety hat -- the kind of soldiers I like).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shifted as I took the picture, shifted more and more to the left.  The appearance of the church is like those roman ones, what they called "Basilica", and also something like St Joseph Church (the open space type).  As I shifted to the left, at the edge of the building was some ladies, black and brown.  I was still taking pictures when something was flying in front of me.  I looked through the camera lens, and so surprised and filled with awe with the appearance of a big bat, a brownish bat, special with dots and patterns on its body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bat was flapping in front of me. The people were all amazed.  But I was so happy to see it.  Suddenly my slippers dropped.  I had to go down the edge to get it back.  But the bat was there, and I had to be careful not to let it attacked me.  I went down, and so surprised that the ground was soft sticky sand, with greenish seaweed at some parts.  My feet was 'stained' with sand.  But still, I have to take back my slippers.  I took it back, and back at the corridor where the ladies were all standing.  One of them said, "The bat wants to harm you".   I don't know.  Just then, the rest of the people on my right was rushing me, and I had to hurry off.  I turned around and ran off to the right where my family was waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heard noise from the ladies, asking me to go back, seem like something had happened.  Feeling bad, don't know what it was, I returned in a hurried manner.  They told me, "how can you leave in this manner"  What they mean was, I need to queue up to leave the place.  But I cannot be bothered so much, everyone was waiting for me at the other side.  I ran off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon, I was at a mess of 'construction site', I need to climb out of the 'mess', with raffian rope there.  It was the carpark I was going to, which the rest of the people were waiting for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A very long dream.  Now, I was at a building again.  This time, I was at the fourth floor of a building.  I was not sure where the library was.  I went down to the third floor.  There were security guard there.  They told me something -- That is not the library.  I went back to the fourth floor.  Very strange dream, and scary here, very weird also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot remember which floor has what and which floor I went first and later already.  It was running up and down between the third and the fourth floor, about twice or thrice.  First, the not so scary part first.  At one of the floor, I saw three arcade or children playrooms.  One was a dinasour playroom, with all the children playing dinasours -- various types of games, all for babies or toddlers.  Outside this dinasour playroom, many children were playing 'exercise' game, I must walk carefully so that they would not hit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was the wrong place I went definitely, and I need to get out.  Now, came the scary part.  My mouth was full of food, eating chestnut.  The security guard saw me.  I thought she did not see, but I was asked to stop while walking halfway through the building, going to the lower floor of the building.  She told me to spit out everything that was in my mouth.  I went to the rubbish bin.  Open the lid and I saw some more chestnut in it -- threw away by people.  There was also a pink 'Ikea' bowl in it.  I spit everything out but left one 'wet' chestnut in my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoping that the security guard would not see the chestnut in my hand, I walked towards the stairs finally safe.  I was about to walk down the stairs when a old woman was talking to her niece or grandchild.  Just as they were talking, the 'eggs' dropped on the floor, and I saw on the floor were many 'weird' 'little swan', which I called or they told me was '小鹅'.  It was so scary.  The little swan was not swan at all.  The skin were those of snakes, with yellowish and browish and black scaly skin, no feathers at all, and no furs at all.  The head was like those of the snake also, and they were 'leaf' like, and have legs, two legs, all walking on the stairs (about three to four or five )  It was so scary that I don't want to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was again in another building, this time, containing students.  I was running from one room to another, climbing stairs as well.  I was wearing a red shirt, and a pair of jeans.  It happened to be in one of the room, I was climbing stairs when some guys claimed to say that my underwear is white.  Next they asked me what is the colour of my bra.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, I was suddenly inside a building, a rectangular building, with all four walls.  It was a very tall building.  I was perhaps at the 18th floor, and many people were walking down -- slope at the side of the walls, all leading down.  The centre of the building was hollow.  If you look down, you might fall.  It was so scary.  I asked the people around me, who were China girls, and they told me that one of the Maple Story person died mysteriously.  I think the name was something like 'Betty' or some others, but it was very scary.  I wanted to leave the place.  I asked them if there is any way out.  And they told me on the right was a shop, and can try.  So the fat guy, with bald head opened the side of the partition wall (happened to be on my right).  It was a stationery shop.  I asked if I can go in.   But he refused.  The stationery shop was very bright, with yellowish-orange light.  The building here was dark, no light, but scary, with people all queuing up to go down.  It was a checking in process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some kind of checks were going on.  The slope were laid with planks.  I am so afraid of the heights and so afraid to fall down.  While queuing, one chinese woman, China woman, gave me some purple stickers.  She sticked them on my right ear, passing me those unused stickers also.  Later, I realized that I might be framed, and I quickly told her to stop, and I quickly removed them, but I was so afraid I had some traces left, as I already saw a group of 'teachers', chinese guys and some women, standing at the side, getting ready to be checked.  They questioned me -- have to pass some test.  One tray after another, I have to tell them how many items were in the tray.  Problems come when it was the last tray.  I had not finished, and the guy was not very good.  He asked the other 'teachers' for answer, and they shouted out the answer '14'.  So now I know the answer, and it would be unfair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange dream.  Below the table, there was a cat, orange-brown, with strips, and its mouth was so fake, big and smiling with teeth.  I stroked it, messaging its ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-5892647117273436758?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/5892647117273436758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=5892647117273436758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/5892647117273436758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/5892647117273436758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/mutated-swan.html' title='Mutated Swan'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHMp9GTgU3I/AAAAAAAAIUM/11wrkeX0R8s/s72-c/1158699427_e1eba2720a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-7082413836271936091</id><published>2008-07-07T09:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:21:22.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary come to tell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary of Lourdes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light of Mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer to Mary'/><title type='text'>Thank You Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHF8it5ZChI/AAAAAAAAISo/kwWE0PYQM6Q/s1600-h/CIMG7883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHF8it5ZChI/AAAAAAAAISo/kwWE0PYQM6Q/s400/CIMG7883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220090378976823826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In my dream, it was a tall statue of Mary, white colour, I seen from the side, I never go in front of it.  It was just beside the church, on a raised platform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was so real.  I must quickly jot it down otherwise I cannot remember later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up, only to realize it was only a dream....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two parts.  I was awoken at the part of litting candle, very strange phenomenon, and with my mother and an old man (not very old), but 'chi kor peh' or 'cheekopek' (dirty old man, thinking of sex)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first part of the dream:  It was Mrs Toh, TSH, I can remember her full name very clearly.  But for her privacy, I will not write her full name.  This is to tell you that I am very normal person, and I knew what happened and also about my memory.  She is older than me, was AMK (Ang Mo Kio) grassroot leader, now I don't know.  She married a younger man and have a kid like me, same year, the cow or bull or buffalo, 牛(niu2) is the one.  In the dream, she was with me and Richard.  We were at the 'Pump Room', very messy, got escalator, must walk with care.  It was basement.  I was so surprised to arrive there, meeting her, since the dream was so real and I had not met her for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were walking and as usual, from the place called 'pump room' we wanted to walk to the real 'pump room' where the operating theatre was, the place where the heart-lung machine was placed, the place where we used to work.  But the place where we used to work were too clean, too nice.  In my dream, after walking through the first 'pump room', there was another room immediately after that.  This room was huge, like a factory, seemed to be filled with people or machines... very strange one.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I stepped in this part of the building, I was alone -- Mrs Toh, Richard and his friend (a guy, forgotten who) did not come in yet.  I was afraid, as it was so long I had never come 'Pump Room' and I seem lost.  At the place where I was standing, I saw Joy SML or Joy SBL (her full name only the middle one I am not too sure, otherwise I remember her full name, her face, her voice, her character, very clearly).  She was in front of me, far ahead.  I was surprised, and I walked a little forward, to see which floor it was (because I could see from far, an exit with some numbers, big big, written on it, blue or bluish-green number painted on the wall.  The number was 3c.  It was so funny, I did not know if we were at the basement or at the top, but to me, it was at the basement.  But to Joy, when later we talked, she told me it was on top, and that there was another higher level, 3d on top of 3c.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just then, Richard and his friend came, called us, and told me something.  He seemed to say it was a wrong place we had come to.  We followed him, or rather, I followed him to the car.  Joy was still standing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strangely, the scene moved.  Now, I was in Richard's car, so fast.  It was the scenario of the interior car, greyish-black leather seat, with seat belts.  The front driver, Richard, the front seat was his friend, and behind, with two seat belts, I was deciding which one to sit, thinking Joy would be coming in later.  She was so 'stubborn'/'proud' not to come in, but made us went back there to fetch her.  I decided to choose the seat on the left, behind the Passenger seat in front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Richard drove the car back to the place.  The supposedly 'factory room' where we used to stand was now the expressway.  Two big road/lane.  Joy was standing on the other side, never crossed the road.  I said,"why she so stupid/something like not 'automatic', never cross the road.  People must U-turn to fetch her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, we did not know if we can U-turned either.  But luckily, there was U-turn in front of us, far ahead.  Upon arrival, Joy was still standing at the edge, with railing on the far end of this side of road.  On seeing our car, she came forward to our car.  She wanted to come in to my side, since I am sitting at the side of the Passenger seat, near the curb/edge.  I did not want to move, stayed station at my seat, and I used my hand, my finger to show her to come in from the other side of the car.  She came in, and we began to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was here in the car, that we talked and I began to know that she was thinking that there was another level on top of the place where we went earlier on.  I saw it was 3, but Joy seem to say it was 7 and that there was another level on it -- meaning, I saw 3c, still got 3d according to her; but to her, she saw 7c and still got 7d, something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She told me, in the building just now, she heard music.  She sang the music to me, talking, and everyone in the car could hear.  I spurted out 'Wedding March', yes it was this tune she was singing.  She said she heard this tune and she was about to go up to the higher floor.  But I told her something else, knowing that there was no higher floor there.  I told her and everyone in the car, "You must believe in the Holy Spirit.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told Joy that her eyes were 'blocked by spirit' (鬼遮眼 = Ghost covered her eyes)."  We all told her that there were no higher level in the building.  Furthermore, it was not 7, it was 3.  I was telling her about this, and then I told everybody, 'Must Believe'... and that is how some people jumped down from building.  Their eyes saw the wrong thing......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second Part of the dream:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From there, my dream moved.  Now, I was at a place, with clay road, the olden day road, with orange-brown clay on the floor.  I was so filled with awe and surprise.  Many people were queuing up, litting candles.  I saw many women/people litting so long candle, pasted with blue stickers, VERY NICE candles, so 'long/tall' candle -- when hold, it was above their head, very long very long candle, very nice.  The sight was so fascinating, so beautiful, so inspired, so inspirational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A statue of Mary was at the side of the building, must be the church.  These people brought their candles to be placed in front of Mary.  I wanted to take a photograph of this beautiful sight, but no time.  I asked my mother quickly queue up to buy candles too.  But when it was our turn, the candles were left with shorter ones.  Even though I asked for long ones, they gave one was shorter, smaller and pasted with red stickers.  It was 2 candles, placed in those kind of reddish plastic bag.  Very disappointed, but still, we tried to lit the candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I walked nearer to the statue of Mary, since no more big candles.  I wanted to take photograph of the big candles, all lighting at the same time, all placing together, was So Beautiful.  But when my turn to walk there, all the candles become shorter and it had already burned off so much, almost leaving a few centimetres on the ground.  Disappointed, I walked back to my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was really a very strange scene.  Trying to lit the candle, but I saw a brush being used to lit the candle -- the kind of red handle with creamy white brush head (the brush head very messy, lousy brush head).  Very weird scene, using brush to transfer the light/candle flame.  It was very difficult to transfer the light.  Two times, it was almost extinguished, but I managed to relit it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw an old man, with black hair and very brown skin, Chinese, talking/whispering to my mother about sexual position -- 'dirty' old man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were trying to lit the candle still, but awoken from my dream already... feeling so real....  and waking up, I want to 'Thank You Mary'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHF9B9z-ljI/AAAAAAAAIS4/FbtnPfuylyo/s1600-h/CIMG7892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHF9B9z-ljI/AAAAAAAAIS4/FbtnPfuylyo/s400/CIMG7892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220090915825030706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The first time I went into a cave and saw Mary in the cave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is not the first time I dream of Mary.  This is the second time.  The first time, I dream of her was even before I dreamed of Father Terence.  Before that, I did not record my dreams, thinking my dreams were not important at all.  But thinking back, my dreams does connect.... At that time, I dream of Mary, the Mary of Lordes (the one in the cave).  Outside the cave, I saw the red colour 'house' or 'plate' which the chinese people used to pray -- they called it 土地公.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-7082413836271936091?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/07/07/youth-day-special/' title='Thank You Mary'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/7082413836271936091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=7082413836271936091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/7082413836271936091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/7082413836271936091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/thank-you-mary.html' title='Thank You Mary'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SHF8it5ZChI/AAAAAAAAISo/kwWE0PYQM6Q/s72-c/CIMG7883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-2423755547703316717</id><published>2008-07-05T14:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:07:26.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and death story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instruments of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national day story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='author and painter of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>Painting The Story Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning was a special day.  I dreamed of the 'National Day Boy'.  I cannot remember where we were, but I remembered I was mixing colours, painting on a piece of paper, with drawing, very plain, cannot remembered what I had drawn, on the left and right of the drawing paper.  On the top centre of the paper, there seem to be a rectangle, with green and yellow on it.  I was squeezing out white colour paint, about to paint the 'sky', but I don't understand, the sky should be blue and white, why it was not blue in my dream, but yellow and green.  It was poster colour I using and white colour I squeezing out, and about to paint, but was awoken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In last night's dream, there seemed to be two parts.  One was the 'National Day Boy' and the other was at a pub or lounge.  It had many tables, and some guys were standing in front of  the screen singing Karaoke.  I was lying on a sofa or something like that.  I could not see the full screen.  But I could hear them singing.  In front of me was some other guys, Chinese businessmen, discussing about their work or projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some other people were in my dreams, but I cannot remember by now already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was thinking not to jot it down, but something happened which I had this 'correlation' to my dream and I decide to jot it down here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SG8UNwvmoAI/AAAAAAAAIRY/S39qAOFa4K8/s1600-h/CIMG8732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SG8UNwvmoAI/AAAAAAAAIRY/S39qAOFa4K8/s400/CIMG8732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219412719801114626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/06/16/miracle-of-the-sacred-heart/"&gt;Miracle of The Sacred Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was the Sacred Heart moved again.  This time, turning to the right as shown.  The last time was a raining day, a blackout, and we discovered it turned to the left, the direction of the window, Light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SG8VM5sy-wI/AAAAAAAAIRg/9dZ1VnwfltA/s1600-h/CIMG8733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SG8VM5sy-wI/AAAAAAAAIRg/9dZ1VnwfltA/s400/CIMG8733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219413804537019138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/07/05/mercy-of-god-devotion/"&gt;Mercy of God Devotion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/07/05/chaplet-of-mercy/"&gt;Chaplet of Mercy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the right was all the leaflets about Mary, Saints and Jesus.  I thought, perhaps I need to take a look at them.  I picked this one as shown above.  This was taken last Sunday at St Anthony Church.  Someone don't want them anymore, and I took some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mother told me before when I was young that if we do not want anymore of all these 'religious items' we cannot throw them away.  We must put them back at the church.  So I suppose the people don't want them, and I took some of them.  So this was one of them which I picked up and I read just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After what I had read, I found the 'correlation' to my dream, about painting.  I will tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/07/05/mercy-of-god-devotion/"&gt;what I read in this leaflet in another post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, but all these just got to say something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/07/05/instrument-of-god/"&gt;Instruments of God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/truth-of-dreams.html"&gt;helping the spirits to accomplish something in our life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2008/06/17/the-merlion-head/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning of the Merlion Head&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-2423755547703316717?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/2423755547703316717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=2423755547703316717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2423755547703316717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2423755547703316717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/painting-story-of-life.html' title='Painting The Story Of Life'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SG8UNwvmoAI/AAAAAAAAIRY/S39qAOFa4K8/s72-c/CIMG8732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-5570718987902219835</id><published>2008-07-04T13:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:25:09.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical bands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woodlands singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english bands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange dream about ducks'/><title type='text'>Three Little Ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SG3BaArKigI/AAAAAAAAIPQ/kE6UXSXDueI/s1600-h/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SG3BaArKigI/AAAAAAAAIPQ/kE6UXSXDueI/s400/ducks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219040195794078210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Dream of three white ducks, Lim Chan's ducks.  She brought them to Woodlands, and the ducks were so disciplined, all walking in a single file, one after another, and behind the ducks were either pigeons if not her dogs (if no pigeons, her dogs; if got pigeons, the dogs came after the pigeons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird dream it was.  Dreamed of Lim Chan, Frank, my brother and my family.  It was such a scary dream, as well as fascinating dream.  It was rather vague now, but the thing which struck me most was three ducks, white and fat ducks walking towards a tree, followed by some more animals, I cannot remember what animals they were, but obviously there were dogs -- Lim Chan's dogs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were at Woodlands, the old house of my brother's house area.  But now my brother is no longer staying at Woodlands.  But this dream took place at that area.  It was so strange.  Lim Chan brought her pets to this place, where we met her and Frank.  I was so shocked at the sight of the three little white ducks.  Their feathers looked wet, but they were fat.  Lim Chan said she had bathed for them.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The three white ducks turned into 3 'black men', short like dwarf -- the skin colour dark brown, like those of Indian, but they were not Indian.  They were like people from Philippines, those types of people who played the Bands, wearing black uniform.  They were not skinny, but fit.  They looked at me, I looked at them, so scary, how can three little ducks become 3 men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, it seemed like at the car park.  Various groups of bands were seem to be practising.  There were various types of instruments they were playing in each group.  Some 'ding ding dong', some 'piang piang piang', all sorts of sound I was standing there, listening.  It seemed confusing with all the groups practising different music, with different musical instrument.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon, we left the place, I remembered a scene where 'children' ran at near the stairs, something to do with bathing, very scary, cannot remember fully, but it seemed to be like 'black children', and me, cannot recall.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-5570718987902219835?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/5570718987902219835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=5570718987902219835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/5570718987902219835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/5570718987902219835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-little-ducks.html' title='Three Little Ducks'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SG3BaArKigI/AAAAAAAAIPQ/kE6UXSXDueI/s72-c/ducks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-9023247473990787881</id><published>2008-06-29T00:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T01:32:35.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calling of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proclaimation of Good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opportune timing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gregory Yong Call home to God'/><title type='text'>United With God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am very very sad, very very sad.  On the way to church, I saw the birds flying in pairs, that was a beauty and a comfort.  We cycled to Causeway Point for our late lunch.  After that, we walked around before cycling to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the way, I saw amazing sight.  Clara told me that my cat was in front, and indeed it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SGZjZtA1tPI/AAAAAAAAILc/hPRsVEpSRQ4/s1600-h/CIMG7812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SGZjZtA1tPI/AAAAAAAAILc/hPRsVEpSRQ4/s400/CIMG7812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216966511586292978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was Saturday 28th June 2008, 5.27pm when I took this picture.  There's still time and I came down from my bicycle.  I was so happy to see Puma Cat again.  I told everybody to wait for me while I carried him.  He purred when I carried him.  He was so soft and gentle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SGZjZX2BMYI/AAAAAAAAILU/2ocV9EQI5PQ/s1600-h/CIMG7818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SGZjZX2BMYI/AAAAAAAAILU/2ocV9EQI5PQ/s400/CIMG7818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216966505903763842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First time I carried &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/21/heavenly-friend/"&gt;Puma Cat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Richard said,"He is so eerie, looked at his eyes.".  But I don't find him eerie.  I love him, he is so obedient and so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to Manchester Eyewear before going to church.  There, I saw their Mirror -- PUMA, what a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another surprise awaiting me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the past few weeks, the priests wore green.  The last time I saw Father Terence was Pearl white vestment.  Today, I was so surprise to see the big cross and Father Terence wearing red.  It was Solemnity of St Peter and Paul the mass is about today.  I was very sad to receive a news at the start of the mass.  Father Terence announced the death of Roman Catholic Archbishop Emeritus of Singapore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/02/12/i-believe/"&gt;Gregory Yong Sooi Ngean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, my respected and beloved archbishop, who had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/04/seal-of-the-holy-spirit/"&gt;laid his hand on me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  I was deeply grieved on his demise, very very sad, very, very.  One moment ago, I was so happy to see Puma cat, but now, at the church, I was so sad to hear the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SGZjZ1dW7rI/AAAAAAAAILk/6IKnBn5kalA/s1600-h/CIMG7826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SGZjZ1dW7rI/AAAAAAAAILk/6IKnBn5kalA/s400/CIMG7826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216966513853394610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is Father Terence.  Red signify celebration, with the dove I see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The timing is all so 'chun' (so accurate), all at the right time, everything, everything that happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/06/29/beloved-gregory-yong/"&gt;Gregory Yong, dearly missed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (83 years old), I was waiting for news about him, but no news about him on TV, a great person like him, so quietly gone, yet so much bad news being broadcasted on TV...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/June_28"&gt;28 June&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; is the 179th day of the year (180th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 186 days remaining until the end of the year.  In common years it is always in ISO week 26.  This date is the only date each year where both the month and day are different perfect numbers.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-9023247473990787881?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/9023247473990787881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=9023247473990787881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/9023247473990787881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/9023247473990787881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/united-with-god.html' title='United With God'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SGZjZtA1tPI/AAAAAAAAILc/hPRsVEpSRQ4/s72-c/CIMG7812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-38238307924895440</id><published>2008-06-25T13:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:03:29.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridge and flood at Boon Lay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurse and doors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange dream about Thailand god and idols'/><title type='text'>Bridge On Flood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SGIHREesmnI/AAAAAAAAIHk/vuxeJRktp2Q/s1600-h/CIMG7349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SGIHREesmnI/AAAAAAAAIHk/vuxeJRktp2Q/s400/CIMG7349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215739308290120306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Franciscan Missionaries of Mary (FMM), House of Prayer and Formation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I dreamed of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-of-cape-town.html"&gt;Boon Lay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, part of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/05/21/%E5%8D%83%E8%A8%80%E8%90%AC%E8%AA%9E/"&gt;Boon Lay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, the familiar bridge(at Boon Lay circle, the once called Boon Lay Drive, just in front of Boon Lay Blk 169), flooded with water.  As I was standing before the bridge, Belinda came walking towards the direction of me.  She wanted to go to the building, a building which I had never been to before, but only in my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was surprised to meet her.  Exchange greetings and she told me she was working.  Next she was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most striking thing in this dream is a dream of nurse, two or three white door rooms, the type of doors which I had seen at FMM, but it was with no signboard or any names outside, just plain doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SGICgcL13KI/AAAAAAAAIHc/r2K_Xk5TkGw/s1600-h/CIMG7363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SGICgcL13KI/AAAAAAAAIHc/r2K_Xk5TkGw/s400/CIMG7363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215734074793385122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Prayer Room:&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/30/jesus-my-master/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/30/jesus-my-master/"&gt;The Master&lt;/a&gt; is here and Waits For You. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so surprise, real surprise to see this at FMM, no.49, Holland Road.  This is the type of door that I see in the dream, same colour, pure white, but without the label.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was at third floor of a building, never been to this building before, but it was the familiar Boon Lay 'bridge' which I saw in the dream when I came out of the building and I saw Belinda there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had forgotten whom I was with in the dream, perhaps my children.  It was a sort of prank on the third floor.  The centre of the room was opened, and somehow someone pressed on the bell of another room or something like that, very messy now, cannot remember clearly.  There was another 'ang mo' (caucasian) man, cannot remember who also, never see before.  As the bell was being pressed, a nurse, dressed in all white, very smart, 'black' (like Eurasian or those kind of 'Philippine') came, opening the door and asking about who pressing the bell and so on.  Nobody dare to say anything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next part of the dream, seemed to happen at second floor of the building.  It was a circular building, meaning if you start at one point, you walked one round, you will come back to the same place, and the floor building is 'circle shaped'.  There was a fish shop, cannot remember exactly what happened now already, but it was quite a scary dream, involving some misunderstanding..... must run away type of thing, so scary... involving taps also, the word 五金&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remembered I need to run away, and I was explaining 'things' to the shopkeepers, trying to clarify something.  But it was so hard.  I had to walk here and walk back, because need to 'save' somebody, don't know who, forget already.  But the thing I remembered clearly was the washing of my face and hands at a sink.  Above the sink was some tailisman and the yellow picture with drawing of the Thailand 'god' or 'idol'.  The smell of the incense was so strong, and I dare not looked at the 'picture', just wash my face there.  But as I was washing, I thought, it was like 'washing' with the spirits or something like that.  I looked around to see if there were other sinks around, but surprisingly, all the sinks were like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a strange dream.  But the main thing which struck me was the bridge flooded with water, the road all flooded with water, and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-about-offerings-and-sacrifice.html"&gt;meeting of Belinda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and the washing of my face and the Thailand 'god'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know anything about Thailand 'god' at all.  But I only know that there is only ONE GOD in this world.  All the rest are worship of idols, not true god.  The only true god in this world is GOD himself, and he sent his Son, Jesus = God made son to this earth, but was crucified and died on the cross to save the people on earth.  The rest of the religion which people worship are not real God, they are only GREAT people who done great deeds, and people worship them, thinking they are God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-38238307924895440?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/38238307924895440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=38238307924895440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/38238307924895440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/38238307924895440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/bridge-on-flood.html' title='Bridge On Flood'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SGIHREesmnI/AAAAAAAAIHk/vuxeJRktp2Q/s72-c/CIMG7349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-6951834541391618927</id><published>2008-06-23T07:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:22:28.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bukit timah hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bukit timah reserve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turning point'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u-turn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigmoid curve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fate'/><title type='text'>Bukit Timah Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SF7pcF2zjPI/AAAAAAAAIBg/YEkyVGm8wnc/s1600-h/134305508_6e1dc1600f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SF7pcF2zjPI/AAAAAAAAIBg/YEkyVGm8wnc/s400/134305508_6e1dc1600f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214862087359270130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is Bukit Timah Plaza, a place which Richard and I used to go there, as well as my sister and my mother, but we had not gone there for a long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No dream last night, but dream on Sunday night, a dream of familiar place, a dream of familiar faces and a dream of schools.  I dreamed of 'Robert' and also my children.  Talked to 'Robert', and we were on a private bus, a long bus, sitting somewhere in the middle of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not much to write about this, don't feel like writing about the conversation.  It was about schools.  The children were sitting beside me, one beside me and one behind(or in front, cannot remember clearly).  Were sitting in the bus, don't know where it was heading, but suddenly, the bus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/28/shouting-for-justice/"&gt;swerved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and turned at a bend so abruptly at Bukit Timah Road -- the road, the familiar road at Bukit Timah where Ngee Ann Polytechnic and Bukit Timah Plaza are.  On the side of the road there were plants, my familiar plants, the forever green plant (万年青)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SF7o0jO-GMI/AAAAAAAAIBQ/mLdwyBgZHQU/s1600-h/CIMG6550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SF7o0jO-GMI/AAAAAAAAIBQ/mLdwyBgZHQU/s400/CIMG6550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214861408050485442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SF7o01WSZNI/AAAAAAAAIBY/2LIJp32-uvw/s1600-h/CIMG6551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SF7o01WSZNI/AAAAAAAAIBY/2LIJp32-uvw/s400/CIMG6551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214861412913013970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the plant which I used to grow when I was a child.  My mother told me this is called 'Tek chew' (in teochew).  These pictures were taken at Marina Bay, while walking on the way to Singapore Flyer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;About Bukit Timah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bukit_Timah"&gt;Bukit Timah &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;is a hill in Singapore which stands at an altitude of 164 metres and is the highest point in the city-state of Singapore. Bukit Timah is located near the centre of the Singapore main island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The surrounding area is an urban planning area known as Bukit Timah Planning Area under the Urban Redevelopment Authority and is part of the Central Region, and lies 10 kilometres from the city's central business district, the Central Area. This area is often referred to as Bukit Timah, and is also known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;District 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eleven a HOLY number, &lt;a href="http://whoispeace.blogspot.com/2008/06/mystery-number-7.html"&gt;NUMBERS&lt;/a&gt; are indeed mysterious......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Bukit Timah area is a particularly prominent location with a high land value. The area of Bukit Timah has an extensive flora and forest compared to the parts of Singapore, and contains Bukit Timah Nature Reserve, which is partially responsible for its high land value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It includes educational institutions such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/14/anglo-chinese-school-acs/"&gt;Anglo-Chinese School&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Barker Road), Singapore Chinese Girls' School, Methodist Girls' School, Hwa Chong Institution, National Junior College, Raffles Girls' Primary School, Nanyang Primary School, Nanyang Girls' High School, Pei Hwa Presbyterian Primary School and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/20/st-josephs-institution/"&gt;Saint Joseph's Institution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; amongst others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-6951834541391618927?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/6951834541391618927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=6951834541391618927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6951834541391618927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6951834541391618927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/bukit-timah-dream.html' title='Bukit Timah Dream'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SF7pcF2zjPI/AAAAAAAAIBg/YEkyVGm8wnc/s72-c/134305508_6e1dc1600f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-8260602870017286668</id><published>2008-06-14T04:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T05:09:39.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church protector'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st joseph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triduum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st anthony and baby jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school and education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feast of st anthony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st anthony day'/><title type='text'>Dream of Cape Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weird dream, but still, I had to 'write it down', as it was related to what 'is going to happen' today, at the church, the Triduum, the big day today at St Anthony Church...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so surprised when we reached the carpark of the church where the statue of St Anthony was placed.  St Anthony was carrying baby Jesus.  As soon as we reached -- we were just on time -- the devotion began!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I had forgotten what my dream was at that time, but when I got home, I remembered.  And this two days or rather three (&lt;a href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/giver-of-life.html"&gt;one, I had already written down&lt;/a&gt;) and the other two dreams I had not made any record of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The latest dream, was something about a baby and a place, a humid place, that looked wet on the floor, and the place with plants and trees, sculptures of 'fountains' -- a rainforest kind of weather, cool and 'rather dark' though not totally dark, but no sunshine, the plants were wet....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was looking down from a place, probably 'my house', but I was not in the scene, but looking I know.....  I saw people taking photographs at the fountains/sculptures, and next was a baby being placed on a sculpture, square/cuboid shaped in tiers form.  The photographer was rather 'stupid' -- for placing a baby on the top of the squarish sculpture.  As we know, babies cannot sit properly.  Their posture is not stable.  Any time, they can 'topple' over.  And that was really what happen.  I did not know whose baby it was.  It seems someone I know, but I had forgotten who it really was.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The baby really fell off the moment the photographer stepped further away, trying to take a picture of him/her.  I quickly went forward to help.  In my dream, I was really so scared.  I was so far from it and I knew it was impossible to 'catch' hold of the baby on time.  But still, I hurried forward and went to carry the baby.  What happened next, vague... cannot remember clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another part of the dream was two laboratories, lying side by side.  It belonged to Boon Lay Secondary School, my secondary school!  These two laboratories were lying on the road, with students in it.  There were no classrooms, nothing else, just laboratories on the road!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was still, looking from a window, and this dream was rather weird, it involves some people also.  My father, my mother and even one of Clara's friend, whom I was not familiar with her, but it appeared in my dream.  It was all about children's matter I suppose and something about neighbour as well.  As in the dream, it was about upstairs and downstairs 'things' to be discussed about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I walked near the laboratories, I seemed to meet someone-- someone who lived near this area.  I remembered now, this place was called '&lt;a href="http://peacefulblossom.blogspot.com/2007/08/south-africa.html"&gt;Cape Town&lt;/a&gt;' as what a man told me.  But it was 'Boon Lay' which I think of in the dream... The man (looked like Malay, skin brown, told me the place is Cape Town and the lady if I am not wrong, told me what was on top the mountain.  I asked her what was on top of the mountain, because I could not see the school.  Then the lady told me that the top of the mountain was the school.  Surprisingly, the building, which the lady said was the school, was made of bricks.  There were trees also.  It was on top of a mountain, and I hope to go up to take a look, but I was awoken....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-8260602870017286668?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://peacefulblossom.blogspot.com/2007/08/south-africa.html' title='Dream of Cape Town'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/8260602870017286668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=8260602870017286668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/8260602870017286668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/8260602870017286668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-of-cape-town.html' title='Dream of Cape Town'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-7416612208108950713</id><published>2008-06-12T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:32:35.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black snake dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bishan interchange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nigera maid dream'/><title type='text'>A Dream About Offerings and Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SFNkpmKV19I/AAAAAAAAHzk/QBMaHjD5jSM/s1600-h/nigeriagirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SFNkpmKV19I/AAAAAAAAHzk/QBMaHjD5jSM/s400/nigeriagirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211619859579131858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The maid was tying braid like this girl, but hers was longer and colourful with clips.  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nigeria"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/a&gt; is the most populous country in Africa and the eighth most populous country in the world with a population of over 140 million. The country is listed among the "Next Eleven" economies, and is one of the fastest growing in the world with the International Monetary Fund projecting growth of 9% in 2008 and 8.3% in 2009. The people of Nigeria have an extensive history, and archaeological evidence shows that human habitation of the area dates back to at least 9000 BC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dream of a beige colour dog, lying on the living room of Belinda's house.  What a strange dream.  Belinda's house has no dog at all, and her house was different from her current house also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was a maid, the same maid it seems, however, the maid had longer hair, tied with many small braid on her hairs, and she looked like a nigeria person.  I was talking to the maid, quite a long chat about her hairs, which were tied in many clips and various colours.  Vanessa was around too.  Could not remember not about the dream at her house, but I was about to go off, as I was not welcome there (in the dream, I was not welcome there).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At first was in the children's room, with the maid and there was many hanging objects (decorations) on the ceiling, hanging down.  I was so amazed with them because they were bears.  I wanted to touch but later was scared and 'told' something like handled with care or don't touch, something like that, in case it spoilt.  So we proceed to the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the living room, the dog, furry beige dog, with hairs well-groomed was lying on the floor, near the sofa.  I never get to see the face throughout the dream.  (Surprisingly, Belinda's house has a beige colour small statue dog, for decoration, lying on the floor.  Mine was a pug, but threw away now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was about to leave when I heard Peter, my brother talking to me.  He said something like giving me some thing next time.  If I remembered clearly, he said wanted to give me Shark's Fin next time.  This is because Belinda was giving me something also.  She gave me a packet of DRIED BLACK SNAKE and a packet of prawn crackers.  I told him I did not want them at all.  Next she wanted to give me some chinese sausage, lots of it she took out.  I told them that I don't eat Chinese Sausage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most scary part was the dried black snake, so disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I went out of the house, empty handed, because I did not want anything.  I need to go and take a bus home.  On the way, I met a schoolmate, someone I knew but not my very good friend, just a normal friend, acquaintance.  However, she was a good friend of my 'good friend' in the university.  She offered to bring me to the bus interchange.  I seemed to know the direction.  She again asked if I needed help.  Finally, I walked there myself after I insisted that I knew the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was 'Bishan' interchange I was at in the dream, but of course, it was not really Bishan in the real case because it was not anyway like Bishan Interchange.  First I had to cross over a short linkway, and the place looked so much like my previous school, Boon Lay Secondary School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I managed to walk to the direction I desired and there seemed to be two ways of walking to the place.  I chose another way.  I arrived at a car park, a old deserted car park it seems.  Just outside of the car park, will be the bus stop which I needed to walk there.  However, I could turn left, walked another direction, to the interchange to wait for bus.  At the road of the car park, making decision, I thought of smiliarities between this car park and the one in reality which I had went before during my childhood.  It was very similar to the car park outside Jurong Stadium, the one at Taman Jurong.  I also went there to practice car parking for my driving lessons.  I did not go there for many years ever since I passed my driving lessons.  But in the dream, the car park was very similar like that, spacious, 'deserted' and rather run-down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a scary dream as I felt disgusted about the dried black snake, eating black snake... I woke up and it was about offering and sacrifice this dream was about and telling me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-7416612208108950713?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/7416612208108950713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=7416612208108950713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/7416612208108950713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/7416612208108950713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-about-offerings-and-sacrifice.html' title='A Dream About Offerings and Sacrifice'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SFNkpmKV19I/AAAAAAAAHzk/QBMaHjD5jSM/s72-c/nigeriagirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-6589948813218967373</id><published>2008-06-11T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:55:14.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creator of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life begins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost and spirits of the door'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='origin of life'/><title type='text'>The Giver of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SE-CJ4QD1eI/AAAAAAAAHxM/OKfapYY22Rk/s1600-h/primodial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SE-CJ4QD1eI/AAAAAAAAHxM/OKfapYY22Rk/s400/primodial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210526400121132514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The curly fronds, the primodial = the primodial forms of life, was what the dream was trying to say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I am the&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/06/bread-of-life.html"&gt; bread of life&lt;/a&gt;.  Your fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, and they died.  This is the bread which comes down from heaven, that a man may eat of it and not die.  I am the living bread which came down from heaven; if anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever; and the bread which I shall give for the life of the world is my flesh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (John 6: 48-51)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jesus The &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/05/light-of-life.html"&gt;Giver of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was dreaming, dreaming of the 'bread of life'.  It was a dream of a big house, something very similar to my old house.  There were people at the far end of the house, three people, wearing white, could not remember if they were male or female, but seems like all were female.  If I was not wrong, I was asked to take a picture for them.  The position of the room was used to be my master bedroom, but in the dream, it seemed to be my brother's house.  It was such a big room, which had trees and very 'yin' (dark) scenery -- the room was not bright at all (perhaps it was night or evening time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were partitions within the room.  After taking photographs for the three persons, we (my children and Richard were there) walked to back to the next nearest partition.  Over there, there were stones with beautiful plants.  I was so happy that I sat down on the bench (with stones and plants at the sides).  Next, I asked Richard to come over to take a picture, but he refused and I was so angry, and I grumbled.... and did not know what happened next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could not remembered what exactly happened in the dream and the rest of it.  It was a very long dream I know, but this is what I remembered.  I had even forgotten about it, but only 'these scenes' suddenly flashes my mind later on in this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was Belinda I dreamed of also.  In that 'master bedroom' of theirs, there was a set of sofa, the old traditional sofa which my family used to have, with 2 cushions on each seat type.  But this sofa was all lying on the floor, with no legs.  The colour of the 'sofa' were green and there were graving of patterns -- repeated patterns -- of yellow colours, curved and stem-like structures (those repeated patterns, I used to learn in arts lesson.  It was taught by Mr Latif, the drawing of the 'bookmark').  So surprisingly, all the sofa, about 2 rows or three in all were all covered with sawdust, patches and all sawdust covering the sofa, what a peculiar scene.  I was so filled with awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Timing Coincide, Timing Is Perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was still in the midst of dream when Ricsson came over to my room.  It was 'the bread of life' message.  And I was still 'dreaming' in a state of 'dreaming semi-unconscious' state, when my brain was thinking of 'bread of life' when I heard the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/05/19/jesus-at-the-door/"&gt;sound of door&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; slamming; and this moment, Ricsson pushed me and told me the door slammed so hard.  He wanted me to go and see.  I realized that what I heard the 'faint' door slamming was that of the children's room.  Ricsson was so scared.  He said,"The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/01/23/the-prophet-will-leave/"&gt;door suddenly slammed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; again."  He showed fear in his face and we went to the room.  All the windows in the living room was closed, Clara was sleeping so soundly.  Their windows were opened, but there were no wind at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I shared with them, my experiences of dreams, what I had dreamed and things which I had understood.  I always told them my childhood times, fun times with my brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/06/05/the-good-shepherd/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus The Good Shepherd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, this dreams and incident (the slamming of the doors), created the topic about doors.  Ricsson said,"always is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/19/vesak-day-greetings/"&gt;the door&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;".  Yes, and I can always remember and still today, just now, when I told them my stories, a 'white woman, with curly hairs or black hairs', standing behind the door.  That was at my old house, Boon Lay, my dream and what I saw in the dream, a dream about my fourth uncle as well, in this dream.  The details I had forgotten, but the 'sight' of the white ghost behind the door and the dream of fourth uncle in relation to this dream was very clear, no mistake about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Judgment Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a mystery, a mystery, a real mystery, now that I think of it.  My grandmothers all got curly hairs.  My maternal grandmother, I did not get to see before.  She died very young, when my mother was still a little child, my mother has such a 'poor' fate.  But now that this incident happened again, and it was this dream which was brought back to my attention, it got something to do with this, and deep within, I have ideas how women of last time died so young, and all the women had curly hairs......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-6589948813218967373?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/6589948813218967373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=6589948813218967373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6589948813218967373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6589948813218967373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/giver-of-life.html' title='The Giver of Life'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SE-CJ4QD1eI/AAAAAAAAHxM/OKfapYY22Rk/s72-c/primodial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-4747428216575782654</id><published>2008-06-06T16:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T17:39:14.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the truth about dreams'/><title type='text'>The Truth of Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dreams Dreams Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a nice dream again, but could not remember the full details.  But it was beautiful trees, yellowish-orange, conical shapes and strange flowery trees, within a building that I walked in.  I was holding someone's hand.  Could not remember who -- sense like it was Eddy, but also seems like my children.  But anyway, we walked into the lift.  Before we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2008/05/29/environmental-public-health/"&gt;walked into the lift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, that was where I touched the leaves/flowers of the trees along the right side of me.  We were about to take a lift up to someone's home, cannot remember whose house we were going, but it was not HDB flats, but something like condominium and something like hotel.  Before this, I remembered a slope with a guard post there, but could not remember the full details and the people now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Walking With The Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, now is very windy and the sky is grey.  Just now Richard and I went to buy lunch.  It rained and stopped.  After eating, I came to my room to do my blogging.  Checked my mail first and came to see some comments left by YouTube watchers.  There, I was 'carried away' by songs.  From "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/06/03/in-moments-like-these/"&gt;In moments like these&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;", I moved on to "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/06/06/a-moment-like-this/"&gt;A Moments Like This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" and next "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/06/01/thats-what-friends-are-for/"&gt;That's what Friends are For&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Time and Tide Past, Memories Stayed Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tears, memories and sadness crowded on my head, thinking of my best friend, poor Cebest.  And not forgetting the one who had stood by me all the while, the greatest love of all, the creator of this world, the creator of heaven and earth, and all things seen and unseen, supernatural life and natural, MY FATHER IN HEAVEN, HOLY BE YOUR NAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEj5I4QD1NI/AAAAAAAAHvE/uaoOr1GGFTU/s1600-h/exilim1+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEj5I4QD1NI/AAAAAAAAHvE/uaoOr1GGFTU/s400/exilim1+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208686899987993810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Father Vincent Chee gave me this on one day when we approached him for telling him what I saw about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/03/30/worms-and-snake/"&gt;Green Snake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/04/22/garden-of-eden/"&gt;things I had seen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEj5IoQD1MI/AAAAAAAAHu8/Y0ZYv0AEbUw/s1600-h/exilim1+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEj5IoQD1MI/AAAAAAAAHu8/Y0ZYv0AEbUw/s400/exilim1+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208686895693026498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No comments about him and about what he said, because I respect him.  It is the will of God.  So this is how this small booklet looked like when opened up.  This is the Power of Jesus, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/02/monkey-see-monkey-do/"&gt;Sacred Heart of Jesus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEj5IYQD1LI/AAAAAAAAHu0/dAzqOR-LyKs/s1600-h/exilim1+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEj5IYQD1LI/AAAAAAAAHu0/dAzqOR-LyKs/s400/exilim1+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208686891398059186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-my-love-ones.html"&gt;Sacred&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/06/dogs-life.html"&gt;灵 "lin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2007/11/21/you-know-me/"&gt;"leng" '灵(teochew)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, the spirit and in this case &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://faithpeek.blogspot.com/2008/05/mystery-of-holy-spirit.html"&gt;Holy Spirit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesus: Asks For New Apostles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus Said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My Beloved daughter, I wish you to make a wide distribution of My Merciful and Infinite Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I will help you to find new apostles. They will be My new elect and the beloved ones of My Heart and they will have a special place therein. I will bless their families and I will deputise for them in directing their affairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I will carry out in full that which I have told you in the Gospel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;To him who seeks first the Kingdom of God and His Justice all the rest will be given in abundance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And now I say to you:" To anyone who propagates confidence and love towards My Mercy, I will give a hundred fold in this life and in the next."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Now I have found this new means I ask your help as the beggar asks alms.  Will you help Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Milan 27th April 1969&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Spirit Reigns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At about 4pm, I was 'led' again to READ the message given to me by Father Vincent Chee.  It was Jesus' words to me.  At that moment, the wind blew on me, I felt so cool, I like wind.  Then the bird, the same bird who woke me, the same bird who seem to say "It's You, It's You", keep repeating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/06/01/thats-what-friends-are-for/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Friends Are For?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://faithpeek.blogspot.com/2008/05/jesus-friend.html"&gt;Good friends&lt;/a&gt; treasure relationship.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://whoispeace.blogspot.com/2006/12/song-for-friends.html"&gt;Good friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; died to save the lives of their love ones.  Good friends are willing to sacrifice their lives in exchange for peace and harmony so that the people who live can have better lives.  &lt;a href="http://faithpeek.blogspot.com/2008/04/jesus-to-rescue.html"&gt;Good friends stand by you&lt;/a&gt; for all times even though they are dead, good friends will always be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/26/the-bread-of-life/"&gt;remembered in the heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, just like my love for Cebest and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/30/jesus-my-master/"&gt; my love for Jesus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  They are my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/05/the-heart-mind-transformation-within-me/"&gt; two best friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Existence of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with this, I believe, believe in the existence of God and spirits in the air, the existence of angels, fairies, of all the unseen 'creatures' which we cannot see with our own eyes, but the dogs and cats can see, and some 'spiritual gifted eyes' can see.  I will always believe, and all the more inspired and filled with awe what I see and witnessed with my own eyes, all that I experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-4747428216575782654?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/4747428216575782654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=4747428216575782654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/4747428216575782654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/4747428216575782654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/truth-of-dreams.html' title='The Truth of Dreams'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEj5I4QD1NI/AAAAAAAAHvE/uaoOr1GGFTU/s72-c/exilim1+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-4776843870315658158</id><published>2008-06-05T12:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:26:38.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legend of the condor hero via the junk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bearded collie dog dream'/><title type='text'>How Much Is The Doggie In The WIndow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Andy Lau's Return of Condor Hero Music Video 情意俩心知&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-I86MIQXE4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-I86MIQXE4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was such a beautiful dream, strange but wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dreamed of my Johnny brother, my sister-in-law, Lucy, and parents, and some more, cannot remember all.  But the main gist of it was the dogs in the glass enclosure.  This was inside a video shop.  In the video shop, the show being played was something like the Legend of condor hero, with the Chinese words 雕 and something else, four chinese characters in all, but it was not 神雕俠侶 Return of the Condor Hero -- there was a big ship, the kind of Chinese ship with sails in the show.  It was so amazing, it was the familiar ship which I had seen (as decoration at my mother's home, the familiar ship I had seen at one of the complex, Fu Lu Shou Complex, and in TV show and also my iron-on 'badge').&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEdqXzEbT1I/AAAAAAAAHsc/EJhL_qrEIlQ/s1600-h/firstsail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEdqXzEbT1I/AAAAAAAAHsc/EJhL_qrEIlQ/s400/firstsail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208248451155578706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Chinese Junk / Sail I dreamed of, but not exactly like this, it is more like my 'badge', have no time to take picture of it yet. This is my first time dreaming of this and it was in a video shop I saw, which was playing a show involving the condor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clara and Ricsson were with me if I am not wrong.  We were standing at the right side of the video shop, one of the corner, watching the show.  Just on our back, on the left, like 8 o'clock position, there was a transparent glass cage, locked with glass door too.  Inside were all dogs, all similar dogs, but of different size.  I did not count or see how many dogs there really were. But one prominent one, the big old one caught my attention.  This is because he seemed to be able to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just as he and I was 'talking', a little one came in front of him.  He was very cute, and wearing a red collar with a silver bell.  The old one said,"He likes you and wanted to be with you." (something like that, not the exact words).  He asked to take him.  I told the video lady who was standing and watching the video show.  She came to open the door and the dog came out.  He stood at the floor, waiting for me to 'examine' him.  I was asking for the price of the dog -- "How much is the dog?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But before I could get the answer, I was awoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a nice dream, a nice dog I see.  I really 'love' the dog.  It was the kind of dog with long fringe hair, the kind of dog which Heidi used to have with her grandfather.  The name of the dog was 'Ah Zhong' = loyal dog (if I remember correctly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEdt7jEbT2I/AAAAAAAAHsk/uhSA7wnKjT8/s1600-h/BeardedCollieshaggydream.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEdt7jEbT2I/AAAAAAAAHsk/uhSA7wnKjT8/s400/BeardedCollieshaggydream.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208252363870785378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is the kind of shape, the kind of 'fur' that I dreamed of.  It took me a long time to search for this picture.  But this is not the exact colour and &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/05/the-heart-mind-transformation-within-me/"&gt;face of the animal I dreamed&lt;/a&gt; of.  The exact one is cuter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEduNjEbT3I/AAAAAAAAHss/U0fs2Jwl32Q/s1600-h/hairdog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEduNjEbT3I/AAAAAAAAHss/U0fs2Jwl32Q/s400/hairdog.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208252673108430706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The small one which had 'telepathy' with me, 'love at first sight', and decided to follow me, was with fringe like that (similar), that is what I like about the dog also.  But again, the colour was not like that, it was greyish-white....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those dogs in the windows were all the same colour, with no dots, no patches, all standard colour, &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/06/05/the-heart-mind-transformation-within-me/"&gt;all greyish-white&lt;/a&gt;, same tone, just old and young, all different age.  The eldest one was only one, and the youngest one was asked and also 'volunteered' to be with me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-we-dream.html"&gt;Dreams are important&lt;/a&gt;.  Dreams conveyed important message.  There are good dreams and bad dreams.  There are dreams sent by God, there are dreams sent by Satan.  Which dreams belongs to who?  Discernment and listening to our own voice, will tell the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-4776843870315658158?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-we-dream.html' title='How Much Is The Doggie In The WIndow'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/4776843870315658158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=4776843870315658158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/4776843870315658158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/4776843870315658158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-much-is-doggie-in-window.html' title='How Much Is The Doggie In The WIndow'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEdqXzEbT1I/AAAAAAAAHsc/EJhL_qrEIlQ/s72-c/firstsail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-2609007985365471849</id><published>2008-06-01T07:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T08:50:32.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus the bread of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles of nania'/><title type='text'>Son Of Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;FULL MOVIE The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bym6kT22fWg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bym6kT22fWg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night, the whole family went to watch Narnia, The Chronicles of Narnia, Prince Caspian.  We watched the 9.50pm show at Cathay Cinema at Causeway Point.  Only front seats were available, and I hate front seats, it makes me giddy.  But it was fated, fated that I sit in front.  I chose seat number H5,6,7,8.  Richard sit beside me, H8, me, H7, Clara H6 and Ricsson H5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First time watch Narnia.  The previous one I did not watch, but the children watched, rented the CD from Worm Video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went in at the right time, when the show just about to start, no advertisement, nothing, blue screen..... the start of the show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, amazing, nice show..... but my head getting worse as it proceeds longer.  Then behind me was this woman who kept kicking my seat -- so irritating.  At the part where the Prince of Caspian was fighting, my head was not tolerating any longer, I felt like vomiting already.  My stomach was like turning upside down already.  I closed my eyes, but Richard beside me, asked me to wake up.  I told him I was so giddy, wanted to vomit, but he did not believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was not sleepy AT ALL, I was just closing my eyes, as my head was so heavy and like cracking, and my stomach so uncomfortable, my mouth felt terrible,  I wanted to vomit.  Yet, I did not want to miss the show either.  Tolerated, listen to sound, closed my eyes, and opened intermittently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOW, I could not believe it!!!!!  Do you know what I see??  I saw the most amazing thing, the Quite SIMILAR thing I saw in my DREAM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEHkSjEbTrI/AAAAAAAAHrM/N2fYMPaVfO4/s1600-h/weatherman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEHkSjEbTrI/AAAAAAAAHrM/N2fYMPaVfO4/s400/weatherman.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206693651519590066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the part I saw, and at that moment, I was not giddy, everything ALL RIGHT, feel so 'WAH', so in awe, that I can see such FAMILIAR scene!  But it was not like that I saw in my dream.  It was not in water this time.  It is just in the sky, in the air, on earth, and it is the WEATHERMAN, not the SEAMAN this time, as what the LION said," It don't happen the same the second time (something like that)."  Things don't happen the same twice, the lion said.  Jesus is the lion, Jesus is the Son of Man, Jesus calm the sea, Jesus makes Miracles........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, that was a short part, after that short moment, I was giddy again, really wanted to vomit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally the show end, and I 'rested', really could not walk even.  It was like taking the 'octopus' one day when I was at the trade expo with the family.  Watching the show also like that, first time so terrible.  I watched other show before, sitting in front like that, but never had such a worst feeling before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I watched this show, I remembered something as well, it is called 'correlation'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is right at the beginning of the show and also at the middle and also the part where I mentioned about the Weatherman above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The beginning of the show was the woman giving birth.  The first time I saw this scene was at Singapore Science Center.  It was my fist time watching a woman giving birth.  Never had I know how a baby comes about.  I always watched TV shows and they showed and tell about 'giving birth' but I did not know how a baby comes out.  I thought the 'tummy' need to be cut.... but.... in actual fact, more bloody, and it was like what I saw in the short video in Singapore Science Center.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next thing which had the deepest impression was the part where Prince Caspian bandaged his head and also the blowing of the horn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://reenacting.net/mystuff/horn.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEHjkDEbTpI/AAAAAAAAHq8/WyT3R9WQb1g/s400/horn1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206692852655672978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEHjqjEbTqI/AAAAAAAAHrE/yTNBm2M0YIo/s1600-h/horn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEHjqjEbTqI/AAAAAAAAHrE/yTNBm2M0YIo/s400/horn3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206692964324822690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the horn which produce the kind of sound which I heard on the night I "met" God -- Encounter GOD, really.  It was blowing of this trumpet sound, non-stop, scary night, fearful and lots and lots of other sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the horn of the sheep and it has so many uses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a fall during my childhood, and I was 'unconscious'.  How I fall, I also did not know.  Until now I still don't know how I fall, did I really fall?  But all I know was, my parents sent me to the hospital, and I remembered I was on the double-decked bed the last time, playing 'fishing' with a belt.  But I did not remember how I fell or why I fell AT ALL.  I was in the hospital already when I woke up, my parents holding my hands, walking to collect the X-ray film.  I did not know which hospital it was, but the hospital surely got my record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The doctor said I was okay, fine, no problem.  My parents were surprised also, nothing at all!  Can go home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I often have headaches, and until now, head was pain like last night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But now I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/05/meaning-of-life.html"&gt;the reason&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; why....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-2609007985365471849?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/06/bread-of-life.html' title='Son Of Man'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/2609007985365471849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=2609007985365471849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2609007985365471849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2609007985365471849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/06/son-of-man.html' title='Son Of Man'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEHkSjEbTrI/AAAAAAAAHrM/N2fYMPaVfO4/s72-c/weatherman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-2122191208697213011</id><published>2008-05-30T09:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:34:22.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justice to the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confirmation dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reparation in process'/><title type='text'>Confirm The Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SD9lqRI-rsI/AAAAAAAAHqs/ucZHAC0DNCs/s1600-h/wanziliang.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SD9lqRI-rsI/AAAAAAAAHqs/ucZHAC0DNCs/s400/wanziliang.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205991471093558978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is 万 子 良, dream of him, not dress up like that, but in normal civilian clothes, short hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was such a beautiful dream, amazing dream I had last night.  Even though it was an 'unusual' night, it was overall, a wonderful night, for I know all will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How I wish I can stay in the beautiful dream longer.  It was strange, cannot remember the full details, but I can tell you the main gists of it.  It is all about catechism matters, particularly about the sacrament of confirmation.  Then there is also dream of this Taiwanese actor,   万 子 良, this is my first time dreaming of him.  He is never my idol.  But he appeared in my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confirmation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know where the place was, but it was a very big place, a kind of church perhaps -- since catechism were being held there.  I attended a class (witness, as a guest, something like that), and the mini-adults were asked to 'perform' to show me.  After the 'catechist' or 'priest' instructed them to 'parade' at the downstairs 'field', the 'class' of mini-adults/teenagers 'cheong' (charge) downstairs.  Surprisingly, I laid down on the grass, with a blanket, a special sewn blanket (big and two-tone blue in colour).  Next to me was the children(the teenagers/mini-adults) performing donkey and riding session.  So amazing, and next to me, the teenagers and I talked, but I forgot what we talked about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ho Ho Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, I was at a lobby, with beautiful 'cottages', very beautiful, with roof tops like those of melted snow flakes covering it -- even nicer than Lilliput Lane cottages and David Winter cottages.  So beautiful, exactly like model cottages, but they were so big, real building of decorations in the lobby.  Next, I saw that all the buildings were attached with strings high up to the top of the building.  It was such a tall and high building.  My friend was standing next to me.  There were several others, one of them is the actor 万 子 良, I cannot remember what his role was.  We were doing something then, like in a rather dark room (like kitchen, but it is not kitchen, there was a back door -- it was not doing something bad).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mirror Mirror On The Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just beside the beautiful snow-covered cottages, I stood beside the side of the wall building.  Suddenly  I  realized that the wall was made of mirror, 'wow' that was so fantastic, so awesome, so nice, so miraculously made, and it does not look like mirror at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;神鵰俠侶 (問世間) 張德蘭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1FSIPaynV14&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1FSIPaynV14&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is one of my favourite song, manage to find 万 子 良 only in this video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-2122191208697213011?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/2122191208697213011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=2122191208697213011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2122191208697213011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2122191208697213011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/confirm-truth.html' title='Confirm The Truth'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SD9lqRI-rsI/AAAAAAAAHqs/ucZHAC0DNCs/s72-c/wanziliang.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-788711343358763555</id><published>2008-05-29T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:25:32.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dead returns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justice shall prevail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation To Mankind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace of Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamb of god'/><title type='text'>My Peace of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SD5BbhI-rZI/AAAAAAAAHoU/oJ0lMUkry8U/s1600-h/CIMG5990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SD5BbhI-rZI/AAAAAAAAHoU/oJ0lMUkry8U/s400/CIMG5990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205670160295177618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is no bullshit and this sort of things cannot bullshit.  This is the &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/21/a-very-sweet-day/"&gt;holy deadly&lt;/a&gt; moth, the kind of &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/05/holy-ghost-holy-spirit.html"&gt;dead people&lt;/a&gt; moth that I tell the children.  Wow, it fly into my house while we were eating lunch just now.  Amazing, &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_28.html"&gt;so amazing&lt;/a&gt;.  And Clara was showing me pictures of butterflies in a book in the morning just after she came back from school!  It was a butterfly that was able to camouflage itself among the dead leaves, and I was fooled by it, not knowing it was a butterfly!  And now it was really this moth that really look like those in the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Morning as usual, the &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/28/aspire-for-success/"&gt;birds were singing&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/05/holy-birds.html"&gt;holy birds&lt;/a&gt; were still there at the void deck.  The Teochew calls such birds 'Kar leng' and while walking on the road, there were butterflies, white and orange!  And just now while cycling to 888 Plaza to buy Duck Rice, some more birds and amazing scene!  It was another grass that I see that reminds me of my childhood, the special grass... no time to take a photograph of it, another time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night went for &lt;a href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/05/10/church-of-st-anthony-of-padua/"&gt;St Anthony Church&lt;/a&gt; for Emmanuel Praise and Worship -- Fr Terence talk on Eucharist.  I did not know what is the session going to be like since it was my first time, and Richard was not happy, unwilling to go.  He said Fr Terence so free, blah blah blah...... well, well, well......  as I said, &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/school/"&gt;Education&lt;/a&gt; is very important in Singapore, and that is how future of Singapore would be like if we don't catch the children while they are young......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't mention about all the unhappiness now, but I would like to write about the fun and amazing stuff that excite me last night.  It was such a amazing thing.  I thought we were going to be late for the session.  We hurried, and we walked from home to Woodlands Civic Centre and then to the church.  On the way, we met a skinny cat with black stripes.  No time to take photographs.  It was skinny and it followed us.  So funny and really awesome.  Since it followed us, we decided to give him a name.  "We" referred to Ricsson, Clara and me.  He is normally the participating member only, and last night, he was nowhere to be seen, walking far ahead of us.  He is always not interested in 'nature', anything about nature, be it cats or plants.  Anyway, we named the skinny cat "Patusay".  Patusay cat followed us, so funny.  He was scared of crossing the drain (with drain cover on, the metal cover) -- something like last time Cebest.  But after a while he was okay and he was not afraid anymore.  He was running fast, trying to catch up with us.  I asked him to 'Come' and so amazing, it did follow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, later as we were going to be late, we had to walk faster, and he stopped..... but I saw in front was another cat, &lt;a href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/05/20/servant-of-god/"&gt;PUMA CAT&lt;/a&gt;!!!!  Puma cat was lying on the same position, on the right side of the pavement, awaiting me.  I patted him -- very soft fur, and this time, he looked more huge, so fat and chubby.  Wanted to spend more time and took a picture of it, but no time at all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ricsson told us to hurry and we ran.  Upon arrival, we did not know where St Thomas room was, but later Ricsson said it might be downstairs and indeed he was right.  We went to the toilet first before we went to the room.  As we stepped into the room, it just started.  It is arrival at the opportune time, the perfect timing.  Awesome indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My gift for the night was the song MY PEACE.  Oh it is My Peace, really MY PEACE....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who would believe what I say, how do I tell people what I know and it is crazy to tell people what I know.......  Even my husband said I was crazy, MAD.... but I tell you, I know exactly what happened and what had happened and I am not mad nor am I crazy.  I am perfectly a normal person.  And you know what he told me, "A person who is drunk will not say he is drunk!"  Well, fine, and that is why God made me, and that is why I am here for, and this is a crazy world I tell you, a crazy world where there are so many crazy people around..... I will tell you more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the session, we went home.  We walked upstairs, the stairs that lead up to the Priests' Rooms.  Wah, amazing I tell you!  At the moment we reached just outside Fr Cyril's office, Yang Yang, my favourite Church Dog came greeting!  It was such a fast timing, everything happening so fast.  I patted him and touched his nose.  It was wet, just like Cebest's nose.  As we walked a further steps more, Fr Vincent Chee opened his door and walked out of his room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Richard, sitting at the stairs, saying hot weather, very hot.....  Don't say about him, a pain in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We walked home....  My Peace, this is my comfort, a shoulder to lie on.  &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/05/blood-of-sacrifice.html"&gt;Lamb of God&lt;/a&gt;.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-788711343358763555?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/788711343358763555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=788711343358763555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/788711343358763555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/788711343358763555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-peace-of-peace.html' title='My Peace of Peace'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SD5BbhI-rZI/AAAAAAAAHoU/oJ0lMUkry8U/s72-c/CIMG5990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-8765346655986561034</id><published>2008-05-27T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:55:03.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serving god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fulfillment of God&apos;s words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='servants of god'/><title type='text'>Spiritual Medium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDvTeBI-rHI/AAAAAAAAHmE/qucmuR8l78Q/s1600-h/CIMG5926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDvTeBI-rHI/AAAAAAAAHmE/qucmuR8l78Q/s400/CIMG5926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204986307012373618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A rainy day today.  Still raining now.  Very cool, shiok, I like this kind of weather.  Rain, the &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/05/27/joyful-joyful-we-adore-thee/"&gt;tears of God&lt;/a&gt;, my Heavenly Father.  The wind, sign of approval, happiness, that is blown on me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2006/11/05/my-spiritual-gifts/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Vocation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever it is, my duty, my job in life, is to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/05/20/servant-of-god/"&gt; fulfill God's duty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://faithpeek.blogspot.com/2008/05/corpus-christi-procession.html"&gt;Sunday, 25th May 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; was the beginning and it already started, the salvation of mankind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Origin of Sins, Rotten Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Monday night, I had a dream of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/18/memory-lane/"&gt;Boon Lay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; again.  It was a red apple that I ate.  Inside the apple as so terrible.  It looked like fibrous roots and had little 'fruits' in it.  It was so disgusting.  I dreamed of standing at the pavement of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/05/21/%e5%8d%83%e8%a8%80%e8%90%ac%e8%aa%9e/"&gt;Boon Lay Place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, just opposite St Francis Church, the place just after the Bus Stop outside the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/boon-lay-dream.html"&gt;block of shops&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Blk 176, 177).  It was a weird dream, forgotten the details, it was something like worm-like structures and chicken also.  I walked to the dark 'canal' of Blk 179 or Blk 178 (cannot remember the block number, but I know where it is) -- it is outside the lift area, the dark passage way I was standing, talking to someone.... forgotten what it is already....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Way of Life - Learning, Cultivation and Practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night, another strange dream.  This time is not a dream of christianity like yesterday, but it is a dream of 'Tao'.  It was Richard's maternal grandmother I dreamed of.  I remembered her grandmother's funeral is that of 'Tao' Ritual.  So her belief or religion must be that of 'Tao'.  It was 4D number I knew and another two women standing in front of me at the corridor of the flat, with plants along the corridor (do not know whose flats it was).  It seems like one of the woman was Richard's mother, which is my mother-in-law, but I am not quite sure now, but the main thing is his grandmother.  It is 'Tao' or the spirit of 'Taoism' 'communicating', 'speaking' to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/04/mould-your-future.html"&gt;Growth&lt;/a&gt; of The School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strangely, today I saw the word 'Confucius' written on QiHua Primary School as shown below.  Ricsson told me 'already have', 'also got Li Bai'.  But I did not notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDvTdxI-rGI/AAAAAAAAHl8/MW2YpxOZuWU/s1600-h/CIMG5925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDvTdxI-rGI/AAAAAAAAHl8/MW2YpxOZuWU/s400/CIMG5925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204986302717406306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I also notice this tree, full of blossom.  I wonder what this tree is, I must take a look tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDvTeRI-rJI/AAAAAAAAHmU/BztxoqPHiWc/s1600-h/CIMG5928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDvTeRI-rJI/AAAAAAAAHmU/BztxoqPHiWc/s400/CIMG5928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204986311307340946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is such a beautiful day, all the trees which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/04/singapore-my-home.html"&gt;I did not know is Ficus (fig trees)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, are full of blossoms!  First time I see fig trees blossoms, beautiful flowers, so beautiful!  All these happening and I see at my neighbourhood, Woodlands, along the stretch of road, Woodlands street 81.  There is one particular ficus outside QiHua Primary School, full of blossoms, the one just outside the security guard gate house.  That is so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDvXzRI-rKI/AAAAAAAAHmc/6_PmJC23mys/s400/CIMG5607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204991070131104930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never noticed before that my neighbourhood is full of ficus tree.  Now that the fig trees began to blossom, I realised that they are all fig trees, so beautiful, so nice!  This particular one is just downstairs of my flat, everyday I see birds flying in and out of the tree, what a beautiful scene.  This is paradise today I am feeling, my inner soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-8765346655986561034?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/8765346655986561034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=8765346655986561034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/8765346655986561034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/8765346655986561034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/spiritual-medium.html' title='Spiritual Medium'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDvTeBI-rHI/AAAAAAAAHmE/qucmuR8l78Q/s72-c/CIMG5926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-8686101363827639620</id><published>2008-05-22T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:17:40.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirit beings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hormonal control of humans'/><title type='text'>Spiritual World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holy Birds Greetings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is so amazing, so amazing the nature is.  In the morning, birds were flying in front of my eyes when I looked out the windows.  There were the swift, the pigeons, myna and also the yellow birds, the black-naped oriole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Medium, Superstitions and False Belief, Idolatry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I dreamed of something related to spiritism.  My left side of the face was full of rashes.  My mother was in my dream.  I could not remember clearly the details, but it was about stairs, house, a man and my mother.  It was about spiritism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDUpGBI-qoI/AAAAAAAAHiM/TzqvLBRQWAk/s1600-h/CIMG5360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDUpGBI-qoI/AAAAAAAAHiM/TzqvLBRQWAk/s400/CIMG5360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203110127858526850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the two Singapore Artiste which I dreamed about together with an old woman, and I was looking for my jade under the bed.... However, in the dream, they were very intimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lots of Parallels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every morning when I dozed off, this song from this show &lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/vesak-day.html"&gt; 我心深處&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;, Channel 8 surely wake me up, automatically.  So this morning, by chance, I saw the repeat TV show from Singapore Productions,&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/vesak-day.html"&gt; 我心深處&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; and &lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html"&gt;出人头地&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;.  I was so amazed that in the first show &lt;&lt; 我心深處&gt;&gt;.  The actress(Aileen Tan) and the actor (Huang Yi Liang, or something like that) were both in my dream on that Friday -- the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/scary-dream.html"&gt;dream of the old woman and the jade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  In this show, &lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/vesak-day.html"&gt; 我心深處&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;, they seem to be separated, and I saw Aileen Tan wearing a cross on her neck, a cross with no Jesus on it, just a plain cross.  Whenever I see this actor, lets called him Huang Yi Liang ( I think this is his name, if I am not wrong).  I have no Singapore idols and that is why I hardly know the names of all these people.  And this is my first time dreaming of them, not that I am thinking of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDUwcxI-qpI/AAAAAAAAHiU/v_IEtDMrERU/s1600-h/CIMG5350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDUwcxI-qpI/AAAAAAAAHiU/v_IEtDMrERU/s400/CIMG5350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203118215281945234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One look at him and you can see his eyes is very big.  He got the type of eyes that is 'popping out' type, like Longan eyes.   One thing very obvious of him is his 'Adam's apple' at his neck there.  His eyes remind me of a doctor at Mount Elizabeth Hospital.  This doctor is an anesthetist and he also got 'pop-out eyes'. People with &lt;a href="http://alldisease.blogspot.com/2007/03/symptoms-of-hypothyroidism.html"&gt;thyroid problem&lt;/a&gt; often have eyes popping out..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many people are cheated because of Spiritism in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This show, &lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/vesak-day.html"&gt; 我心深處&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;, was all about spiritism too, for this episode which I happened to watch today.  The next one after this show is  &lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html"&gt;出人头地&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;, and I only know that this show is showing right after &lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/vesak-day.html"&gt; 我心深處&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;, first time.  Both shows today all show about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/05/18/buddhism/"&gt;Buddhism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and spiritism, involving mediums.  Lots of memories about spiritism and mediums.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigeons (&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/11/mothers-day/"&gt;John and his friends&lt;/a&gt; ) and Myna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqJSfuJaefE"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqJSfuJaefE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be Careful of what you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be Careful of what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Birds Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pigeons Waiting For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dIt3kGQDalw"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dIt3kGQDalw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Letter S: Saints, Snake, Spirits, Superstitious, Sex.... Sure So Shiok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is how amazing the pigeons can form the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/04/28/festival-of-lights/"&gt;sigmoid curve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, the s-shaped pattern, those I saw in the sky, the stars too.  On one night, I also saw the stars forming the shape of the chinese character &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/05/09/sacredness-of-marriage/"&gt;heart, xin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; or 心 just the night before the Channel 8 Charity show started.  This 'John' is perhaps the real John.  It looked a bit different from the other John which Ricsson said.  Richard said that one is Johnny.  This is so funny.  And this is John, and I met him twice now.  The first time, on last Friday, they were so amazing.  I took a video of them but end up it was not uploaded properly and I lost the video.  The pigeons spread their wings and they just aligned themselves on the grass, one after another one, sitting down on the grass.  It was really, really amazing.  And today, as you can see from the second video, the pigeons were waiting there for me.  It is how amazing it is -- staying there motionless at all.  I observe and indeed it was the S-shape and if you walked away, you see the s-shape gone.  This is all dependent on where you are standing at and where you stand, affect your view, and that is your perception of things will be affected.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-8686101363827639620?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/8686101363827639620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=8686101363827639620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/8686101363827639620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/8686101363827639620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/spiritual-world.html' title='Spiritual World'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDUpGBI-qoI/AAAAAAAAHiM/TzqvLBRQWAk/s72-c/CIMG5360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-6750609359227682607</id><published>2008-05-20T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:20:33.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth will be out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boon lay place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits returned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vengeance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boon Lay shopping centre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justice be paid'/><title type='text'>Boon Lay Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDDsP_F5qXI/AAAAAAAAHeI/Uurd5HiCugA/s1600-h/CIMG4606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDDsP_F5qXI/AAAAAAAAHeI/Uurd5HiCugA/s400/CIMG4606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201917328991299954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Joo Guan Leong Trading Co. (Optical Merchant), a place I had used to make my spectacles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/05/21/%e5%8d%83%e8%a8%80%e8%90%ac%e8%aa%9e/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/05/21/%e5%8d%83%e8%a8%80%e8%90%ac%e8%aa%9e/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Boon Lay Shopping Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/18/memory-lane/"&gt;Saturday 17th May 2008&lt;/a&gt;, during lunch time, Clara and I took this opportunity to walk around Boon Lay Shopping Centre, the only shopping centre at my neighbourhood.   This is the place where I used to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/28/shouting-for-justice/"&gt;make my spectacles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  There are two optical shops here.  I think the other one is no longer around.  I did not seem to notice it that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The people seem to change already, and I did not see the 'familiar faces' which used to serve me last time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walking straight, you will reach this junction here as shown below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDDsivF5qYI/AAAAAAAAHeQ/IzMMFAbZVf0/s1600-h/CIMG4610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDDsivF5qYI/AAAAAAAAHeQ/IzMMFAbZVf0/s400/CIMG4610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201917651113847170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Boon Lay Shopping Centre is so old now.  Some shops are closed and the only presentable shop here is NTUC Fairprice, on the same level here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walking straight, you would come to 'Joo Guan Long' Motor insurance and something like that.  I did not walk there on that day.  Time was too rush.  And I did not know how everything look like now at this other end now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mysterious Corner, Second Floor.... Eerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, it was the dream last night which I want to mention now.   It was people whom I never see before that I dreamed about and it was this shopping centre which I dreamed and it is that corner of the shopping centre, which I did not walk with Clara AT ALL on that day (but it was in my dream). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lorry Driver: Motor Insurance, Medical Benefits, Welfare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was about lorry driver.  He is very dark, chinese and wearing white shirt.  He looked like one of the lorry driver who lived at my neighbourhood at Blk 169 or Blk 170 last time.  But I did not know if it was him or some 'related' employee or friends of my father.  There was another woman, long hair, looked like Eurasian type standing beside him.  She interrupted my conversation with this lorry driver.  I think Richard was beside me.  I had forgotten the details of the dream, but it got to do with work and illness - "cough", excuses and something like that.  All this happened outside the 'open space' at this Second floor of Boon Lay shopping centre.  There used to be a staircase there.  I did not know if everything is still the same or how everything look like now since I did not walk there on Saturday.  However, deep in the area there, 'Joo Guan Long' the 'motor company' (I think), used to be there.  That is the place where my father and brother always deal their lorries and car there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ju Ming Xia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Saturday, I saw the word "Ju Ming Xia" opposite &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/05/21/%e5%8d%83%e8%a8%80%e8%90%ac%e8%aa%9e/"&gt;Boon Lay&lt;/a&gt; Hawker Centre.  The picture below shows a big rain tree.  All the rain trees in Boon Lay are so old and so big now.  On the left is Boon Lay Shopping Centre.  On the right, further down is the block of flat facing the road, where I saw the location for "Ju Ming Xia" while sitting on the bus on the journey back home on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/05/21/%e5%8d%83%e8%a8%80%e8%90%ac%e8%aa%9e/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDDwhvF5qZI/AAAAAAAAHeY/70quu4exLKA/s400/CIMG4677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201922031980489106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/05/21/%e5%8d%83%e8%a8%80%e8%90%ac%e8%aa%9e/"&gt;Boon Lay Shopping Centre&lt;/a&gt; on the left, Rain Tree at the centre of the photo.  I was standing at the 'beautiful' small garden where yellow swan and my favourite trees, the "Buah Cherries" was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mystery of the Mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I often heard my father talked about "Ju Ming Xia" but I don't know what is "Ju Ming Xia".  It is something in this dream that is related.  It is all about Motor insurance, Motor claim, motor accident, 'Joo Guan long' and Ju Ming Xia.  A lot of things in this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-6750609359227682607?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/6750609359227682607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=6750609359227682607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6750609359227682607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6750609359227682607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/boon-lay-dream.html' title='Boon Lay Dream'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDDsP_F5qXI/AAAAAAAAHeI/Uurd5HiCugA/s72-c/CIMG4606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-8990548574371995096</id><published>2008-05-19T01:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:41:07.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy ghost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore ghost story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supernatural story'/><title type='text'>Scary Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDBL0fF5qUI/AAAAAAAAHdw/1uHUt3_2kzQ/s1600-h/180520086279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDBL0fF5qUI/AAAAAAAAHdw/1uHUt3_2kzQ/s400/180520086279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201740934684453186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The jade I dreamed of in the dream looked greener. I have a few jade bangle, probably two to three, and this one is the last piece I have now. This is given by my mother. She called it Fei Cui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (翡翠, emerald)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, bought from China, and it is already cracked, but I still keep it as it is given by my mother. Real or fake, doesn't matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday morning 16th May 2008, I dreamed of old woman -- the type of old woman who had a bun on their head, wore the type of 'flowery grey' old 'ah mah' clothes. Some more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/05/15/celebrity-dream/"&gt;celebrity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I dreamed of on this day. They were Aileen Tan and the eyes 'popped out' guy (divorced man, the eyes big like Longan, forgotten what is his name). Don't wish to mention what I them, this two person, nothing bad, but I don't know if they have any connection amongdream about themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for the old woman, it was so strange, I never see her before, and she looked like one of the Hong Kong artiste who appeared in one of the ghost show, but it was not her definitely. In the dream, there was this jade (玉) bangle which I dreamt, in a box which I drew out under the bed. I had forgotten whose house it was, but it was a very bright place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I woke up, not knowing the meaning of all these dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I tell you, all these dreams are of utmost importance. Since Monday, I had dreams everyday. For five nights I had dreams. On Saturday, the day I went for church at St Francis of Assisi for '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/18/memory-lane/"&gt;A Day with Mary'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I did not dream. On Sunday, which is this morning, again I had dream. A scary dream. It was a dream at my old house again, the one at Blk 169 Boon Lay Drive. My father, mother, sister and I were in the house. I suddenly saw a Big Man ('&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/05/holy-ghost-holy-spirit.html"&gt;Son of Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;') which looked like cloud and sky, totally 'camouflage' like that, the shape of a man with arms and very tall walking and approaching us, the house we were staying. We were so scared and I asked everybody to help to close the windows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDBnbPF5qVI/AAAAAAAAHd4/W4aG6unP_W4/s1600-h/CIMG4742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDBnbPF5qVI/AAAAAAAAHd4/W4aG6unP_W4/s400/CIMG4742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201771287218334034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On Saturday, Clara and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/18/memory-lane/"&gt;Boon Lay&lt;/a&gt;.  This is the block which I once stayed, but now it has a new facelift.  It is totally different from my &lt;a href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/04/spirits-returned.html"&gt;old house&lt;/a&gt;.... all different....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did not know what happen next, this is the only thing I remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tell you, this is real SCARY, real 'hiang4' (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/05/holy-ghost-holy-spirit.html"&gt;very 'ling2' 灵&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)!!!!  Just as I was typing this post, at almost 12 mn (about 1154pm like that), my door bell rang.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-8990548574371995096?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/8990548574371995096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=8990548574371995096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/8990548574371995096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/8990548574371995096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/scary-dream.html' title='Scary Dream'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SDBL0fF5qUI/AAAAAAAAHdw/1uHUt3_2kzQ/s72-c/180520086279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-3533138803877986994</id><published>2008-05-15T11:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:32:48.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luxurious dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lee foundation dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business and friends dream'/><title type='text'>Lunch With Dick Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCu4QvF5qFI/AAAAAAAAHb4/xKeEPTp_WTk/s1600-h/CIMG4335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCu4QvF5qFI/AAAAAAAAHb4/xKeEPTp_WTk/s400/CIMG4335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200452792388003922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is Dick Lee on the bottom first.  The second face look so familiar, Professor Tommy Koh. It seems related to what the so-called LEE FOUNDATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/05/14/goldfish-dream/"&gt; another dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  It was DICK LEE I dreamt of!  Dick Lee is not my idol at all!  This is my FIRST TIME I had dreamt of Dick Lee.  Yesterday I was writing about the LEE, my mother is LEE.  My father always said she is the 'daughter of lao3 lee2  = 老 李'.  And just as I had said so yesterday, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/13/qihua-victory/"&gt;Vice Principal of QiHua Primary School&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; looks so much like one of my relative, my dead grandfather (surname Lee), had a brother who was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/14/anglo-chinese-school-acs/"&gt;Principal of ACS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strangely, strangely, I dreamed of Dick Lee, Lunching with Dick Lee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was at a big clubhouse, very nice, white colour one.  I don't remember how I met him, but at first, I was walking around the clubhouse.  It was rather crowded, but still could be walked around.  There seem to be some crooks around or something like that.  Cannot remember clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was with somebody or waiting for somebody.  Next, he finally came.  I did not remember if he was Richard.  We decide to go to the food court to eat.  We found a seat, and I remembered we saw Dick Lee and we asked if he wanted to join us.  Surprisingly, he joined us and he sat with us.  It was a round table.  He was sitting on the right opposite of me, while 'Richard' was sitting on the left beside me.  'Richard was playing games.'  I had nothing to do, and felt rather 'pai seh' (shy) and did not look at Dick Lee.  But I could see what he was eating.  It was lots of 'mee giah'(teochew for small noodle) =   幼麵 (you3 mian4 = small yellow noodle/Hong Kong Noodle) he was eating.  It was such a huge chunk he was eating.... like hungry ghost like that (just joking, but really a huge lot he was pulling up all the noodle from the bowl).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a while, I told them I wanted to buy dessert.  I asked what 'they' want, and 'Richard' told me something but I forgot what dessert it was.  At one corner of the store, I found Rojak, a special type of 'Chicken Wing'(or looked like chicken wing, which seem to be what 'Richard' wanted).  I actually wanted to buy spring roll (Poh Piah =  薄饼; with turnip wrapped within), but I could not remember clearly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The hawker was rude, not helpful and their management seem dishonest way.  There was a white board where they wrote down their orders.  It was before 5pm I made my order, but it was 5pm they started to really 'work'.  I was standing there all day long, waiting and wondering what kind of food they would serve....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, I was moved on to another part of dream.  I was at the swimming pool of the clubhouse.  A big swimming pool, so nice.  The pools seem to have jacuzzi because I saw men lying in the pool and bubbles.  There were big and small pool, so many of them.  First time I see so many pools -- about four to six in all.  Someone else was with me, I cannot remember who was it.  It was my old classmates, and we bought 'gold' after that.  She bought more than me, which I did not know.  The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/05/14/goldfish-dream/"&gt; gold&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; was kept in 'orange' like container, golden too, in various size and pattern.  My old classmate (who seem to have the same name as me, but different surname, I think that was her I dream of), she had so many at least 3 boxes of gold.  But what was inside, what she bought I did not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot remember why we bought the gold, but it seem to be some kind of business transaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next, we wanted to leave the place.  I do not know why it was like a construction site.  I was there suddenly and was so hard to get out of the place.  From afar, the gate was going to be closed.  A lady just went out and was locking the door.  I shouted for her to wait, but she did not hear.  I knocked at the glass door when she walked passed me outside the glass wall partition wall, but she did not see too.  Walking near the gate, it seemed like I could not go out of the place, but luckily, a person (another girl  I think), happened to open the gate and I managed to 'escape'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I remember correctly, I boarded a bus...... but vague, very vague......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCu19fF5qDI/AAAAAAAAHbo/eltSJouY1Ss/s1600-h/CIMG4336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCu19fF5qDI/AAAAAAAAHbo/eltSJouY1Ss/s400/CIMG4336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200450262652266546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, same sentiment as Dick Lee, I must write when I feel INSPIRED and when I feel the INSPIRATION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dream Interpretation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gold: You will be unusually successful in all your enterprises.  Your superior talents will make it easy for you to achieve honours and wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Glass: To look through glass denotes bitter disappointments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friends: Dreaming alarmingly of a distant friend is a sign that sickness, or some upset, has fallen that friend.  If your drem of distant friends be calm and pleasing, expect good news soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-3533138803877986994?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/3533138803877986994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=3533138803877986994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/3533138803877986994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/3533138803877986994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/lunch-with-dick-lee.html' title='Lunch With Dick Lee'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCu4QvF5qFI/AAAAAAAAHb4/xKeEPTp_WTk/s72-c/CIMG4335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-6594107617963237798</id><published>2008-05-14T10:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:42:38.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goldfish catching and merry-making in the dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy dream'/><title type='text'>Catching Goldfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCpZuvF5p6I/AAAAAAAAHag/gdHHsIduJ1c/s1600-h/25-02-06_2306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCpZuvF5p6I/AAAAAAAAHag/gdHHsIduJ1c/s400/25-02-06_2306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200067379202729890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is the goldfish which Richard had kept some, taken on 25th February 2006.  He loved goldfish, and we had kept &lt;a href="http://anythingpet.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-of-goldfish-pets.html"&gt;goldfish&lt;/a&gt; in our old house before we had children -- nine goldfish we had: eight red and one black -- according to the FengShui.  However, all the fish always died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For three consecutive nights, I had been having dreams.  It was all about fish, people, building, the soil, the food and the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, this is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-dream.html"&gt;'beautiful' dream &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I suppose.  It was rather messy, moving from one part to another.  But I was happy, with most people of my family in it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One moment, my mother, me and the children were sitting behind the lorry, with my leg kicking the side of the lorry (that was the Malay lorry), but another moment, we were sitting on my brother's lorry.  My big brother was driving the lorry.  We passed by shops selling shirts (those stretch of shops like the ones I had seen and went at somewhere further down Boon Lay, the thirteen mile they called it -- just beside Jalan Bahar).  We were heading to a place, a resort I think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon we reach the place.  I did not know the place, but it was a house with rooms, must be a kind of resort -- because there were amusement entertainment around.  It is something like those of Genting amusement park, but we were in a house.   It was raining, the atmosphere was like that of Genting Highlands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had forgotten most part -- whether we played a not.   But the part I remembered most clearly is the catching of goldfish.  As soon as we reached the house, I looked outside the window.  There was a drain, a natural drain without any cement on it.  There were fishes in it, big and small.  I was so excited, and asked Ricsson if they had brought any pail.  The next moment, I saw a big white goldfish, very fat and big.  I quickly got hold of a container and went straight out of the house and I scope it up.  It was so easy to catch the fish!  That was the first goldfish I caught there.  Suddenly I saw my big sister-in-law also present in the house.  She said something to me about the container, I could not remember what it was.  As the goldfish was so fat and big, I could not put it in a shallow container.  As soon as I put the goldfish in the container, I got shot with reddish 'juice' from the goldfish stomach.  The liquid splashed on my face.  I rushed to the 'kitchen' to get hold of a bigger pail.  It was the white familiar pharmaceutical pail which I had at home (my mother gave it to me).  I placed the goldfish in it.  Next, we went out to scope more freshwater to fill up the pail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were a big drain and about two small drain.  At first I scope up water from the nearest drain (which is smaller) and stones -- clear translucent stones were scope up.  I poured them into the goldfish.  Then I walked further to the bigger drain (or rather streams), to scope up clearer water.  After that, we scope more fish from the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone went out of the house to play in the amusement park.  I remembered asking someone to come back, but I had forgotten who was it.  It had something to do with Macdonald also.  I had totally forgotten what it is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/02/dreams-interpretation.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream Interpretation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Shop - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To see one denotes you have jealous friends who will scheme to spoil your chances of success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sister-in-law - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;arguments in the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pail - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;an empty pail indicates famine or poor crops.  A pail full of milk indicates good prospects and fine friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mother -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; a happy reunion with a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Family -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; a happy family indicates good health and good finances.  If there is strife in the family, you will meet with disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fish -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; If you see them in clear water, you will be favoured by the rich and famous.  Dead fish indicate losses through unexpected calamities.  To catch fish portends you will enjoy wealth earned through your own merits.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Links about dreams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="recently"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/language-of-dreams.html"&gt;Language Of Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/falling-dreams.html"&gt;Falling Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/teeth-dreams.html"&gt;Teeth Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/sleep-cycle.html"&gt;The Sleep Cycle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/nightmares.html"&gt;Nightmares&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/recurring-dreams.html"&gt;Recurring Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/lucid-dreams.html"&gt;Lucid Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/daydreaming.html"&gt;Daydreaming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/types-of-dreams.html"&gt;Types Of Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/history-of-dreams.html"&gt;History Of Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-are-dreams.html"&gt;What Are Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/facts-about-dreams.html"&gt;Facts About Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Links About GoldFish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="recently"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://anythingpet.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-of-goldfish-pets.html"&gt;Pictures of Goldfish Pets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://anythingpet.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-of-cats-goldfish.html"&gt;Pictures Of Cats &amp;amp; Goldfish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://anythingpet.blogspot.com/2006/12/history-of-goldfish.html"&gt;History Of The Goldfish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://anythingpet.blogspot.com/2006/12/pets-diabetes.html"&gt;Pets Diabetes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://anythingpet.blogspot.com/2006/12/breeding-goldfish.html"&gt;Breeding Goldfish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://anythingpet.blogspot.com/2006/12/selecting-goldfish.html"&gt;Selecting Goldfish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://anythingpet.blogspot.com/2006/12/caring-for-goldfish.html"&gt;Caring For Goldfish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://anythingpet.blogspot.com/2006/12/goldfish.html"&gt;Goldfish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-6594107617963237798?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://anythingpet.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-of-goldfish-pets.html' title='Catching Goldfish'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/6594107617963237798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=6594107617963237798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6594107617963237798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6594107617963237798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-goldfish.html' title='Catching Goldfish'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCpZuvF5p6I/AAAAAAAAHag/gdHHsIduJ1c/s72-c/25-02-06_2306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-7794710155324833653</id><published>2008-05-09T11:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T11:18:39.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vesak day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good and evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>我心深處 (Vesak Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;鄧麗君歌友會 視像 鄧麗君1977 台視鄧麗君特輯 Teresa Teng 我心深處&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mmFTcMeKMA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mmFTcMeKMA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I had known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/05/09/sacredness-of-marriage/"&gt;Richard for 18 years&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. We known each other on a Vesak day, 9th May 1990, a special day where people commemorates Buddha’s enlightenment...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vesak"&gt;On Vesak Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, three major events in the life of the Buddha are celebrated -- his birth, Enlightenment and passing away on the full moon of the 6th lunar month (May). It is the most important festival in the Buddhist lunar calendar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Buddhists all over the world commemorate events of significance to Buddhists of all traditions: The birth, enlightenment and the passing away of Gautama Buddha. As Buddhism spread from India it was assimilated into many foreign cultures, and consequently Vesak is celebrated in many different ways all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.buddhanet.net/e-learning/buddhism/pbs2_unit07a.htm"&gt;design of the Buddhist flag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; is based on six colours of the aura that are believed to have shone around the head of the Buddha after his Enlightenment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;table style="width: 681px; height: 156px; font-family: trebuchet ms;" border="0"&gt;                         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td rowspan="7" width="23%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddhanet.net/e-learning/buddhism/pbs2_unit07a.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.buddhanet.net/e-learning/buddhism/images2/budflag.jpg" alt="Buddhist Flag" border="0" height="101" hspace="2" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td height="10" width="12%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td height="10" width="65%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td class="header" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" width="12%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Blue:                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="header" width="65%"&gt;Compassion&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td class="header" bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="12%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yellow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="header" width="65%"&gt;The Middle Path&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td class="header" bgcolor="#ff0000" width="12%"&gt;Red                              :&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="header" width="65%"&gt;Blessings&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td class="header" bgcolor="#ffffff" height="9" width="12%"&gt;White:&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="header" height="9" width="65%"&gt;Purity &lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td class="header" bgcolor="#ff6600" height="10" width="12%"&gt;Orange:&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td class="header" height="10" width="65%"&gt;Wisdom&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td height="6" width="12%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td height="6" width="65%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                       &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first five stripes of the flag are in five colours. The sixth colour is a conglomeration of the other five, but for the design, it has been separated into its constituent colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddhist flag is a modern creation but it has come to symbolize the unity of Buddhists. It is now used worldwide in nearly sixty countries during Buddhist festivals, particularly during the Vesak celebrations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time flies, and everything is seem like a dream now, really like a dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/02/19/%e4%ba%ba%e7%94%9f%e5%b0%b1%e6%98%af%e6%88%8f/"&gt;It's so drama, really like a show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life was such a misery Before, but now, I have found new hope, birds and butterflies, the moving creatures in the air are my companion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.buddhanet.net/vesak.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significance of Vesak - Buddha Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This wisdom and light that flashed and radiated under the historic Bodhi Tree at Buddha Gaya in the district of Bihar in Northern India, more than 2500 years ago, is of great significance to human destiny. It illuminated the way by which mankind could cross, from a world of superstition, or hatred and fear, to a new world of light, of true love and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The heart of the Teachings of the Buddha is contained in the teachings of the Four Noble Truths, namely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Noble Truth of Dukkha or suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Origin or Cause of suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The End or Cessation of suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the Path which leads to the cessation of all sufferings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Realising the transient nature of life and all worldly phenomena, the Buddha has advised us to work out our deliverance with heedfulness, as 'heedfulness is the path to the deathless'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The teaching of the Buddha is open to all to see and judge for themselves. The universality of the teachings of the Buddha has led one of the world's greatest scientists, Albert Einstein to declare that 'if there is any religion that could cope with modern scientific needs, it would be Buddhism'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The teaching of the Buddha became a great civilising force wherever it went. It appeals to reason and freedom of thought, recognising the dignity and potentiality of the human mind. It calls for equality, fraternity and understanding, exhorting its followers to avoid evil, to do good and to purify their minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-7794710155324833653?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/05/09/sacredness-of-marriage/' title='我心深處 (Vesak Day)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/7794710155324833653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=7794710155324833653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/7794710155324833653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/7794710155324833653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/vesak-day.html' title='我心深處 (Vesak Day)'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-7017535289675112112</id><published>2008-05-07T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:34:16.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story of salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight for love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redeemers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving our love ones'/><title type='text'>The Fight Against Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCD9FzIncpI/AAAAAAAAHWU/M9oH_-s6Ppo/s1600-h/CIMG3868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCD9FzIncpI/AAAAAAAAHWU/M9oH_-s6Ppo/s400/CIMG3868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197432246053073554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Picture taken on &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/05/meaning-of-life.html"&gt;2nd May 2008&lt;/a&gt; at Fu Shan Garden.  That was the second time I met this cat.  The owner is a Malay.  He told me this cat is a Female cat, very shy, and she just refuse to look at me.  Her fur is so soft.  I like it so much, because it is so muscular, so cute.  It must be an European wild cat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/05/holy-birds.html"&gt;Miracle of the Holy Spirit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart is getting so excited, excited about my new life.  I want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peacefulblossom.blogspot.com/2008/04/santa-clara-university.html"&gt;go back to San Francisco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/05/02/ma-baker-boney-m/"&gt;the meanest cat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I am the black Puma, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/06/authentic-roman-catholic/"&gt;came from Italy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.... Rome my Roam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/06/authentic-roman-catholic/"&gt;Promoted...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/03/mutated-cat.html"&gt;The Black Puma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so happy today, very happy, my mood is GOOD!  I am the apple of God's eyes, Yes, I am the green apple!  I love to eat green apple, I love to eat ginger, I love to eat seafood (crab, prawns and fish) and vegetables, watermelon and so on......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/03/07/come-to-your-feast/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come To The Table of Plenty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was so amazing, this is so amazing!  No wonder it is called Amazing Grace, indeed it is so amazing.  It was morning now, but this morning, I can smell the sweet fragrance of the Tembusu Tree.  Who says you can smell the sweet fragrance of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/04/24/enchanted-tembusu-tree/"&gt;Tembusu Tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; only  in the evening?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/01/stalled-but-inspired-again.html"&gt;Anything is POSSIBLE WITH GOD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;!!!!!  Can you imagine one night where I can even smell of bleach and smell of Cebest's urine in the air???  This is incredible!!!!  And that is why it is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/02/strike-me.html"&gt;Amazing Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCD9qTIncrI/AAAAAAAAHWk/kcz5mZ6JeBQ/s1600-h/090420085910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCD9qTIncrI/AAAAAAAAHWk/kcz5mZ6JeBQ/s400/090420085910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197432873118298802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This picture is taken on 21st April 2008, all the &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/22/blessed-singapore-blessed-singapura/"&gt;flowers at Fu Shan Garden&lt;/a&gt; were blooming during this time and these are just some of the sunflowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-like-that.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unpredictables of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sunflowers in Fu Shan Garden has already wilted.  However, the Flowers of the Enchanted Tembusu Tree still prevail -- I can see the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2008/04/24/one-is-all-you-need/"&gt;trees full of blossom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and till this morning, the fragrance still exist.  First time, first time I come to know how durable and how much 'tolerance' these flowers of Tembusu can be; but that of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/04/12/glory-of-gods-love/"&gt; durian flowers have all dropped&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCD9YTIncqI/AAAAAAAAHWc/EjrTo69ocAQ/s1600-h/CIMG4018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCD9YTIncqI/AAAAAAAAHWc/EjrTo69ocAQ/s400/CIMG4018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197432563880653474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had transferred the garlic to my 'corridor garden'.  Soon, I can see how the garlic plant looks like.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2006/11/23/how-did-we-get-christmas/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Big Day, 我们 的大日子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (special occasion, special holidays/festivals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Questions are the answers.... Today I woke up to realise the meaning of Trinity and the meaning of Candles and Incense Burning....... the questions I had asked my mother many years ago when I saw them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loud Thunder and Rain (&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/tag/woodlands/"&gt;Woodlands&lt;/a&gt;, 10am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So scary thunder.  I have fear of God, God is powerful and almighty.  How can I ever offend him, I am so scared, the roaring of thunder, the sound of 'God'.  I seem to hear God's laugh (his thunder, my 'few moments' of experience with him last month.  It was strange, how strange, how miraculous the Holy Spirit can be and how the weather is under his control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Corruption, Sins of Lies, Satan and God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was brought to the answer, the origin of corruption and sins -- the offering of gifts, the celebration of big day and the doubts of birth of Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2006/11/23/how-did-we-get-christmas/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIFTS AND GIFT-BRINGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A popular Christmas custom in Britain is “boxing” on the feast of Saint Stephen, December 26. It originated because in medieval times the priests would empty the alms boxes in all churches on the day after Christmas and distribute the gifts to the poor of the parish. In imitation of this practice, workers, apprentices, and servants kept their own personal “boxes” made of earthenware, in which they stored savings and donations throughout the year...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it is all because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.moneysick.com/2007/11/15/greedy-for-money/"&gt;human greed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, corruption and lies that people tells -- The father of all lies, Satan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCEPbDIncsI/AAAAAAAAHWs/KlAMB4kMhxo/s1600-h/020520086078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCEPbDIncsI/AAAAAAAAHWs/KlAMB4kMhxo/s400/020520086078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197452402334593730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2007/06/15/qihua-primary-school/"&gt;QiHua Primary School&lt;/a&gt;, where my children study.  The blue words are not clear, it reads "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We must uphold meritocracy and incorruptibility, we have confidence in our future.&lt;/span&gt;"   &lt;a href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/04/sing-life.html"&gt;Singapore, My Homeland&lt;/a&gt;, this is the place where I belong......my &lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-no-king-and-queen.html"&gt;national service&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-7017535289675112112?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacemotivate.com/2008/04/30/save-the-world/' title='The Fight Against Evil'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/7017535289675112112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=7017535289675112112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/7017535289675112112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/7017535289675112112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/05/fight-against-evil.html' title='The Fight Against Evil'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SCD9FzIncpI/AAAAAAAAHWU/M9oH_-s6Ppo/s72-c/CIMG3868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-6452374134456698004</id><published>2008-04-28T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:44:24.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy and compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassionate light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Divine Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SBXk-zIncLI/AAAAAAAAHSk/720S_PpRdOU/s1600-h/CIMG3629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SBXk-zIncLI/AAAAAAAAHSk/720S_PpRdOU/s400/CIMG3629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194309512771104946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2007/12/05/find-peace/"&gt;God Knows Everything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am Full of Praise, Full of gratitude....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://faithpeek.blogspot.com/2008/04/sing-to-lord.html"&gt;Give thanks to the Lord&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, For He is good, His Love has No End...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got so much things to write, so much things to do! Full of aspirations, I think that is the word if I am correct. I had yet to complete my writings on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/28/shouting-for-justice/"&gt;Shiseido (Is = 是 Shadow or 是 Rainbow lei??&lt;/a&gt;  I will tell you what I think and what I feel...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SBXj8zIncKI/AAAAAAAAHSc/DYnfwlB_Ppw/s1600-h/CIMG3632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SBXj8zIncKI/AAAAAAAAHSc/DYnfwlB_Ppw/s400/CIMG3632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194308378899738786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hindu celebrate the Festival of Lights -- lamps lighted to celebrate the triumph of Good over evil.... Miraculous Wonder of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But now, I want to say about the wonders, wonders of what I seen, what I read and what I understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SBXdJzIncII/AAAAAAAAHSM/22mpmX4uBwI/s1600-h/CIMG3690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SBXdJzIncII/AAAAAAAAHSM/22mpmX4uBwI/s400/CIMG3690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194300905656643714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://faithpeek.blogspot.com/2008/03/faith-journey.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without the 天鸡, I will not be able to see the light today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, 27th April 2008, I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://infopedia.nlb.gov.sg/articles/SIP_672_2005-01-06.html"&gt;Metta Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, the logo, the light I see, 慈光 (慈= compassionate; gentle; merciful; kind; humane; 光 = light). Then I saw the most amazing sign, I laugh at myself -- The compass on the roof, showing North, South, East, West and the cock on it I see. What a joke, but it is a fact. What a wonderful creation God had created out of me. No wonder the Hindu Festival of Lights will be on 27th October, Wonder, Beauty, God is almighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everytime, I cycled along that pathway, along Woodlands Ave 1, passing by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/01/home-on-earth.html"&gt;the homes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and also this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.metta.org.sg/mettahome.htm"&gt;Metta Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, but never did I notice their logo or what home it was.  I happened to see one time, one day when I was going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-i-went.html"&gt;Woodlands Polyclinic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, with these disabled boys and girls walking along the compound. They seem to 'respond' to me, but I do not know. I had forgotten if it was the same day or another day, I also saw these boys and girls having their hair cut. Richard said they looked so scary, but they are not really scary, but I pity them. I went to the MINDS before too. The children are kind in nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/04/24/enchanted-tembusu-tree/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SBXh2zIncJI/AAAAAAAAHSU/dhoUk_Aveqo/s400/CIMG3651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194306076797268114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strange Encounter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This same day, on the way back home, sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/04/24/enchanted-tembusu-tree/"&gt;Tembusu Fragrance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I smelled, and two crows on the tree. On Friday, 25th April 2008, I saw the most beautiful butterflies on the cinnamon tree and so many butterflies (same butterflies) on the Tembusu Tree (very beautiful colour butterflies). First time I see, first time. This is all amazing, Beauty, Beauty!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All The Ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The same day, at the church, I read the headlines of the newspaper, accidents on PIE, concrete slabs dropped.... wonders, destiny..... The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/28/shouting-for-justice/"&gt;sigmoid curve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, the stars I saw, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/01/tao-te-ching.html"&gt;Tao (Dao = the Way = 道...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;), is so miraculous.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-6452374134456698004?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/6452374134456698004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=6452374134456698004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6452374134456698004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/6452374134456698004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/04/divine-light.html' title='Divine Light'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SBXk-zIncLI/AAAAAAAAHSk/720S_PpRdOU/s72-c/CIMG3629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-2091560042597439430</id><published>2008-04-23T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:14:32.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin and xin life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life of hearts and hard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sins or xiin or sim or heart'/><title type='text'>Sing Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/23/singapore-pledge/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SA74NzInbcI/AAAAAAAAHMs/Hri0nkY2RB0/s400/PO20071201_0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192360336353095106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sing Inspiration, Sing My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sing Life, &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/03/31/songs-of-my-life/"&gt;Sing Inspiration&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/04/06/sing-carpenters/"&gt;Sing, Sing a song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sing, sing a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sing out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sing out strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sing of good things not bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sing of happy not sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sing, sing a song....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/22/blessed-singapore-blessed-singapura/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SA73tjInbaI/AAAAAAAAHMc/pgVwPouMLlo/s400/PO20071201_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192359782302313890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sing, I tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My new life, Sing Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sins Life I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confession I washed away My Sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;New Life I have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Sing, I tell, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2008/03/26/customer-care/"&gt;Singtel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Connects You and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;新(Xin) Life I have, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/19/tekka/"&gt;SingHealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I commend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have new Sim (Sim=heart in teochew), 新加坡 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/04/21/majulah-singapura/"&gt;Singapura&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;新心 (new heart) I have, Confidence (信心) I possess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;星星 (stars) I seen,  猩 猩 I was,  醒 醒 am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am daughter of the Star, Ah Ming (阿 明)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;猩 猩, Sing Sing, I am 醒(wake up)  了(liao = already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/23/singapore-pledge/"&gt;Just sing, sing a song..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am happy, I sing, I tell, I sing song, I sing tell and sing my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Singapore My Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvQb8YZN8eU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvQb8YZN8eU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore... My Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eEcyAW3oQck&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eEcyAW3oQck&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/04/07/%e5%bd%93%e5%b9%b4%e6%83%85%e5%bc%a0%e5%9b%bd%e8%8d%a3/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SA74CjInbbI/AAAAAAAAHMk/EhaRnJq5wZI/s400/PO20071201_0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192360143079566770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SingLife has found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yrmanna.com/2008/04/22/garden-of-eden/"&gt;her way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Home.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/04/singapore-my-home.html"&gt;Singapore, My Homeland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, it is here that I belong.  I am product of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/tag/singapore/"&gt;Singapore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-2091560042597439430?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/2091560042597439430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=2091560042597439430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2091560042597439430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2091560042597439430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/04/sing-life.html' title='Sing Life'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SA74NzInbcI/AAAAAAAAHMs/Hri0nkY2RB0/s72-c/PO20071201_0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-7566874571227301749</id><published>2008-04-20T10:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:08:02.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st joseph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamb of god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream of god'/><title type='text'>Dreaming of SJI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stjosephsinstitution.moe.edu.sg/home.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SAq19-chnLI/AAAAAAAAHGo/V4IJZMiUcrk/s400/stjosephinstitution.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191161596837207218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We Are Singapore, Singaporean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so proud of Singapore, so proud of it. Tears of joy I shed, tears of touched and I was so moved, so moved. I love St Joseph's Institution. I love St Joseph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stjosephsinstitution.moe.edu.sg/sji_book.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SAq2NuchnMI/AAAAAAAAHGw/BP1cof06Szo/s400/sjivision.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191161867420146882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Joseph%27s_Institution"&gt;Saint Joseph's Institution&lt;/a&gt; (Abbreviation: SJI) is a Catholic secondary school for male students in Singapore. It was founded in 1852 as St. John's Institution, and is the 3rd oldest educational institution in Singapore (the first and second being Raffles Institution and St. Margaret's Secondary School respectively) . SJI is recognised as one of the top secondary schools in Singapore, providing a value-added and all-round education to boys of all races and religions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pray Not Prey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was another dream I had, so nice, so 'homely' that I refused to wake up. Last night, Ricsson was still having a very high fever. At 1.30am, I gave him medication. Then I asked him to pray and I prayed for him too. His fever was more than 40.6 degree celsius. His body was so hot. He reminded me of my younger days where I had fever too. My father used to touch my forehead. He was always touching my forehead to see if I had fever a not. If it is too hot, he would say,"Teng si nian, si bei suoh." (in teochew, meaning very hot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Cats United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Richard helped to put ice cubes on his forehead. I sponged him. Then they slept on the bed while I slept on the floor. After some time, I heard the cats 'screaming', the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/03/05/the-spiritual-cat/http://"&gt;scary miaow miaow scream&lt;/a&gt; which I used to hear at Boon Lay. It was so loud that even at my house, the top floor I am staying, could hear so clearly. Are the cats really making love? I asked them, "can you hear the cats?" They said, "Yes, can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grown Up Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was not afraid now. Always about 3am, I would wake up to go toilet. However tired my mother was, I still asked her to accompany me. The toilet was far from their room, and we had to walk quite a 'long' way to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweet Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a strange dream I had. It involves my father, my mother, me and perhaps my brother, big brother, cannot recall in details. There were stairs I climbed, went to second floor, came down to first floor again, and so on... in a building... My mother was young, with long black curly hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Visit To St Joseph Institution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;An estate I went to, beautiful but not so modern, just like the one I went to during my junior college days -- the old folks home at Jalan Bahar (I cannot remember what name is it). There were bricks and painted in white and have gardens. I knew the building of one of them there was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Joseph%27s_Institution"&gt; St Joseph Institution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. But I cannot remember which building I went into. Then suddenly, I was with Ricsson and Clara if I am not wrong. In one corner of the 'entrance', they were giving out free bread, or something like that. We were given two or three loaves of small round bread (the type of bread like Delifrance sell, but shorter version), and two long stick ones (something like butterstick or cheesestick type sell in Four-Leaves).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Metal Gate Over Old Gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prior to that, my father and I was discussing about our door grill or metal gate at the door of our house, must be the Boon Lay house. It was a metal bronze door being installed. But my father later said that the door belong to the dead or something like that. I did not like the gate too, so ugly. But I was later awoken by my children....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Message From My Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first thing I did, as soon as I am available to use the computer, was to search for St Joseph Institution. Before that, I found in my 'catholic box', Solemnity of St Joseph (5.5.85), 139th year Anniversary, complementary copy. That was when I was 14 years old, when I went to the church that year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The yearning spirits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last month, on the day I discovered the death of the guy at Blk 209 Boon Lay Place, 9th floor, I called my sister. On that day, we planned to go St Joseph Church again. We had not gone there for such a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Joseph%27s_Institution"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SAq2b-chnNI/AAAAAAAAHG4/pmIvJwkw6UY/s200/Sji_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191162112233282770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Flag on &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/03/06/lent-me-your-heart/"&gt;Father Terrence&lt;/a&gt; Clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the flag I was looking for. I search for World's flag, but could not find this flag. But now I know this is the flag, which is the school logo for St. Joseph's Institution, 圣约瑟书院 (Shèng Yuè Sè Shū Yuàn),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Institusi Saint Joseph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The school motto - "Ora et Labora", Latin for "Pray and Work" is a reflection of the twin pillars of the La Salle Brothers, Faith and Zeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's The Father Leading The Lamb, The lamb of God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-7566874571227301749?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/20/st-josephs-institution/' title='Dreaming of SJI'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/7566874571227301749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=7566874571227301749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/7566874571227301749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/7566874571227301749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreaming-of-sji.html' title='Dreaming of SJI'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SAq19-chnLI/AAAAAAAAHGo/V4IJZMiUcrk/s72-c/stjosephinstitution.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-2706332073122855165</id><published>2008-04-17T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:49:27.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirits of the dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterfly lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black butterflies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reincarnation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterfly story'/><title type='text'>Butterfly Spirits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-dream.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SAdPXY6tXaI/AAAAAAAAHFY/-GKyLWe21sI/s400/CIMG2329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190204358812065186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Butterfly Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a butterfly tree taken at my neighbourhood.  This is the first butterfly tree on the pavement/jogging track of Fu Shan Garden, the garden at my neighbourhood.  The leaves of the butterfly tree are butterfly-shape, of two lobes split in the middle.  They have purple flowers,  a common flower and tree which I always see.  It was not a special tree to me, but special sight I see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/04/spirits-returned.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SAdSsI6tXbI/AAAAAAAAHFg/80nOfuhi-60/s400/CIMG2335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190208013829234098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2007/11/12/bukit-gombak/"&gt;Bukit Gombak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I took pictures of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-dream.html"&gt;butterfly trees with pigeons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; some time back.  After that was my sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/02/27/more-than-just-dreams/"&gt;dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/03/jesus-has-come.html"&gt;encounter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/12/caught-by-surprise/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On 27th March 2008, I saw a black butterfly in the evening, while we were walking on the pathway here.  We were walking to Blk 834 Seafood for dinner.   The black butterfly was on the first tree of the pathway.  It was the same type of black butterfly which came to our house one day, after the death of my grandmother many years back.  Our family were still staying at Boon Lay, and it was at Blk 169 Boon Lay Drive.  The whole house were filled with black butterflies, there were big and small ones.  Among these black butterflies, there was one big ones.  My mother said it was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/04/spirits-returned.html"&gt;spirit returned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Just like the Liang San Bo Yi Zhu Yin Tai,  "The Butterfly Lovers"《梁山伯与祝英台》 -- the lovers died, became butterflies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They were all black butterflies... if I can have pictures of butterflies, I can still identify them.  They were special butterflies, not seen in gardens, and not even until now, and that was the only time my house was filled with butterflies and also the most butterflies I had ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;White Snake and Green Snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning, I had scary dream.  A few days ago, last Saturday, 5th April to be exact, I dreamt of fish with parasites in them.  Last night, I dreamed two times, two separate scenes of white snake, the second time bigger and both in the water, although they did not look like water snake.  It was the same snake like the One Snake Legend Story 白蛇傳.  Previously, Richard and I saw the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/03/30/worms-and-snake/"&gt;real green snake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and now I saw the white snake in my dream.  In the dream, there were my big brother, his wife, and perhaps my son.  It was rather vague, I cannot recall the full part, but some part of it, especially the staircase part, and the white snake in the water, big fat white snake, huge, with scales on the body.  It was not fierce, but just feel scary, the sight of snake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, at Fu Shan Garden, I saw another black butterfly, this time with spots of cream/yellowish on its wings, and on the second butterfly tree of the pathway.  This time, I was ready and it was willing for me to take photographs of it, just like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/04/cloud-nine-day.html"&gt;the bird which came to me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; one night on 12th April 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w233.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w233.photobucket.com/albums/ee315/peacebella/ca0378a1.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Together We Are One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is so incredible.  This day, I jogged 10 rounds, as much as Richard and I went to Garden of Unity, took so many photographs of the beautiful flowers.  I saw so many birds, oriole, myna, and even one special bird, the spider hunter, as well as so many other interesting things, really awesome, really exciting and interesting.  Need to slowly put it on my blogs.    It is really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/04/03/when-the-saints-go-marching-in/"&gt;all the saints come marching&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  It is really, "It's going to be right this time!".   We must achieve, we must show the world we can do it, we must lead our way, the right way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-2706332073122855165?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/2706332073122855165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=2706332073122855165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2706332073122855165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/2706332073122855165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/04/butterfly-spirits.html' title='Butterfly Spirits'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SAdPXY6tXaI/AAAAAAAAHFY/-GKyLWe21sI/s72-c/CIMG2329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-620803193606570753</id><published>2008-04-10T11:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:01:50.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the last day has come'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be kind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore real ghost story'/><title type='text'>Spirits Returned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/01/04/existence-of-spirits/"&gt;Spirit exists&lt;/a&gt; afterall.  Living with &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2006/11/04/angels-and-spirits/"&gt;doubts about spirit&lt;/a&gt;, living with fear with the existence of the spirit world, &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/03/05/the-spiritual-cat/"&gt;I found myself&lt;/a&gt; being made a fool, only to be discovered I am a dinosapien, a primitive person, that has the traits of the historian, the last person to be informed, the last person and also the most stupid person in this world, the greatest fool, to play and be played upon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I have no fear, for I am who I am, I am born like that, and even if I am to lost my life this instant, I have no regret, for I have seen the &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/04/07/shiok-damn-good-day/"&gt;beauty of the world&lt;/a&gt;, the birds, the plants, the flowers are with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R_2I3K8O5JI/AAAAAAAAHAA/ZeeprgfdUfk/s1600-h/PO20080410_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R_2I3K8O5JI/AAAAAAAAHAA/ZeeprgfdUfk/s400/PO20080410_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187452827211850898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my maternal great grandparents.  From left, my great grandmother, the next one, called 阿月(Ah Gyue).  Beside  阿月is me, with my great grandfather,  阿老公 (I called him Lao Gong).  The next three are my cousins (my mother's third sister's three of the children) and the last one, my second aunt (also my baptism godmother, she is the closest to my mother, the good wife, good mother, good sister, who looks like their deceased fourth sister, my fourth aunt).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My great grandparents were dead, all dead now, only left a step-grandmother.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/03/battle-of-colours.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R_2IKq8O5II/AAAAAAAAG_4/loFs4YyL6BY/s400/PO20080410_0157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187452062707672194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;My grandparents stayed at Boon Lay Place, Blk 209, 9th floor.  The news I read at Woodlands Community Club one day on 27th March 2008 puzzled me.  I was shocked to see the coincidence and the things that happened and the miracles I came to know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my paternal grandparents.  The one who has the most impression on me is my grandmother because she was the one who always came to our house when I was young, at Boon Lay HDB 3-room flat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lots of things to say, lots of things to tell if only you are interested to know and I have the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/03/peace-i-tell.html"&gt;time to tell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  I need to go cooking now, and I will continue to tell you the story of my grandmother.  It is just a matter of time, because I am really busy.  People said that people who say they are busy are all excuse, but I am really busy, if only there are people who will believe what I say.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-620803193606570753?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/620803193606570753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=620803193606570753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/620803193606570753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/620803193606570753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/04/spirits-returned.html' title='Spirits Returned'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R_2I3K8O5JI/AAAAAAAAHAA/ZeeprgfdUfk/s72-c/PO20080410_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-4056232313041520078</id><published>2008-04-01T20:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:04:41.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='existence of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams come true'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saints and believers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants on earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature and life'/><title type='text'>Dreams Revealed Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/04/mould-your-future.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R_JETCOmLzI/AAAAAAAAG6g/Ad_JASSvtBg/s400/PO20080401_0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184281214863159090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is Thomas I was carrying in my arms.  I am &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/03/battle-of-colours.html"&gt;Thomas&lt;/a&gt;' Godmother, that was the day Thomas was baptist, on 10th September 1994, venue: Church of &lt;a href="http://www.stmary.sg/"&gt;St Mary of The Angels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, at Bukit Batok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wondering why life is full of suffering and why reproduce when eventually we die and we leave our love ones behind.  I would not want to see my parents leave me nor any of my families.  I often got car sick or motion sickness.  During those days, when I was young, my parents traveled to Malacca quite often.  My mother need to buy pills for me to eat so that I would not vomit in the car.  I always looked out of the windows while traveling in the car.  I love to see different types of trees.  I looked at the shadows, raindrops, and everything around me, resting my head against the front seat and bending my body forward, I began to wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2007/07/21/the-endless-cycle/"&gt;these questions of living, suffering and dying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mother was not in good health.   She often got headache, aches and pain.  I was always worried for health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2007/07/21/my-first-grief/"&gt;pet's chicken died&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I was so sad for almost a week.  My mother did not know what to do.  I had so many pets in my childhood days.  My father's hobbies were fishing and carpentry work.  We are a wonderful family.  I will tell you more slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is the day where I had seen the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/04/01/star-light/"&gt;Star in the sky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in the morning at 7am sharp at my home.  On Saturday, I attended church at St Anthony and I went for confession, told Father Terence about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/03/30/worms-and-snake/"&gt;Green Snake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I saw with Richard.  On Sunday, it was a brown pigeon I saw.  First time I saw a brown(white and brown).  At the church, I saw some more peculiar sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything strange, everything new I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/03/06/lent-me-your-heart/"&gt;this season&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  It is truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/03/22/the-light-that-shines-in/"&gt;new life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/03/31/songs-of-my-life/"&gt;new sight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I have.  But I am so busy, trying to cope with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God had proved his existence to me.  God has come to judge now, to save our World now.  Our world are facing problems now, we see many 'strange' happenings and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://alldisease.blogspot.com/2008/03/accidents.html"&gt;disaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; coming.  It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/04/mould-your-future.html"&gt;true story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I going to tell you and I hope we can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/03/battle-of-colours.html"&gt;save our World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/03/peace-i-tell.html"&gt;Peace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R_JHxCOmL0I/AAAAAAAAG6o/w0MNJHPo6CY/s1600-h/280320085789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R_JHxCOmL0I/AAAAAAAAG6o/w0MNJHPo6CY/s400/280320085789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184285028794117954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R_JI5yOmL1I/AAAAAAAAG6w/QZMR1IAiTt8/s1600-h/280320085793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R_JI5yOmL1I/AAAAAAAAG6w/QZMR1IAiTt8/s400/280320085793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184286278629601106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While cycling back from church one day, I discovered this plant.  But little did I know that such things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://alldisease.blogspot.com/2008/03/accidents.html"&gt;happened&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; so fast, incredible and unbelievable....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-4056232313041520078?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/4056232313041520078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=4056232313041520078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/4056232313041520078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/4056232313041520078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreams-revealed-truth.html' title='Dreams Revealed Truth'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R_JETCOmLzI/AAAAAAAAG6g/Ad_JASSvtBg/s72-c/PO20080401_0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-8872989848147533723</id><published>2008-03-09T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T07:55:04.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams to miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams come true'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dare to dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream of god'/><title type='text'>More Than Just Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Luis Miguel - Sueña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XBMWDa8lg74"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XBMWDa8lg74" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R9Mj284J-fI/AAAAAAAAGyM/XBs_VYibZw0/s1600-h/youtubcomment1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R9Mj284J-fI/AAAAAAAAGyM/XBs_VYibZw0/s400/youtubcomment1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175519823740402162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R9Mjgc4J-eI/AAAAAAAAGyE/gGYGIx90yIU/s1600-h/youtubecomment.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R9Mjgc4J-eI/AAAAAAAAGyE/gGYGIx90yIU/s400/youtubecomment.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175519437193345506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Light after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2007/07/seeing-light.html"&gt;Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I see.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/03/08/light-of-inspiration/"&gt;God Is LIGHT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  It is wonder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-heart-bleeds.html"&gt;It is miracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  It all seems destined, planned, &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/03/06/lent-me-your-heart/"&gt;carefully planned&lt;/a&gt;, for he &lt;a href="http://totallykidsworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-precious-children.html"&gt;knows and he loves&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://totallykidsworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/teaching-devils-child.html"&gt;He knows us best&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/03/07/rejoice-i-rejoice/"&gt;I am no longer walking alone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  It is not me -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/02/12/i-believe/"&gt;If I choose to believe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/02/28/he-believes/"&gt;It all begins with ME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-8872989848147533723?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2008/02/27/more-than-just-dreams/' title='More Than Just Dreams'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/8872989848147533723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=8872989848147533723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/8872989848147533723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/8872989848147533723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-than-just-dreams.html' title='More Than Just Dreams'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R9Mj284J-fI/AAAAAAAAGyM/XBs_VYibZw0/s72-c/youtubcomment1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-8192891739372469322</id><published>2008-02-24T11:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:21:46.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams of birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration and attic'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://animalspeek.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-cycle-of-bird.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R8E1XvIk3LI/AAAAAAAAGkU/eKDYLUp0XcU/s400/PO20080211_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170472529103740082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is birds that I see, white pigeons and black pigeons, very often and common around me.  However, I see more beautiful birds, about three, small, cute and adorable in my dream.  Rarely do I have such a beautiful dream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a tiring night -- mentally tired and physically tired.  It was a day well-spent.  It was a day of sharing and receiving.  I shared 'incredible' moments with my children and we went to church.  After church, we went for dinner and then cycled home.  Back home, I had to hang all the laundry clothes.  Tired, but still have to do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wished and wanted to blog about my feeling, my great day, but mentally so desired, but physically burned out, unable to do so.  Just managed to post a little inner heartfelt at soulcast in the end.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slept early, about one plus in the morning.  Richard was hardworking for many nights, as usual.  He did not sleep as early as I was last night.  I did not know what time he sleep last night also.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can only know that it was a nice dream.  Is it supposed to be a nice dream or is it a dream that is trying to tell me something?  That I will find out, but I want to share about my sweet dream.  Though it was not totally a sweet one, but overall it was rather sweet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was at a home, the old home where my father and mother and brother used to live.  The Boon Lay old house, on the Third storey of the 11-storey high flat.  However, it was a transformed house.  Somehow, there was a special occasion going on.  I cannot remember what occasion was that.  I only know that my sister and I need to rush downstairs for something... it seems a wedding, but I do not know whose wedding too.  We thought we could wear something nicer, especially our shoes and our nail polish could be painted with a fresher coat.  Next we hurried home, only to see that we are wearing shoes, and don't need any nail polish!  What a weird dream, one moment, I am wearing scandal revealing my faded nail polish on my feet, next, my shoes are covering my toes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the meantime, while we were running up the stairs, I was amazed with the beautiful flooring at the corridors and stairs.  They were covered with green marble flooring, right from the second floor to where our house were, third floor.  My big brother was staying beside us.  Everything was so nice.  But I asked my father, why he bother to make such nice flooring outside our house, but not bother to renovate the house's toilet, when it was so old and dirty?  He told me that all the renovation was free as my uncle had some kind of misunderstanding or unhappiness going on and as a form of apology, he had done all that for us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One dream lead to another which seems of no connection at all.  I was at the attic.  It seems to be my step-grandmother's house, but obviously it was not a real one.  It was her house in this dream.  My step-grandmother lived in HDB flat now.  Last time? No idea.  I was at the attic.  Looking far out, I saw the dirt, mesh obstructing my view.  The chimney was covered with mesh, it seems and I can see some nests or something like that.  On the left hand side of the attic, as I walked towards it, I suddenly spotted two or three small birds, very beautiful and sweet, in the mesh.  I put my hand in it and I wanted to catch one of the birds.  I managed to catch hold of one, it was so small that it just fitted into my fist.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I forgot what I was doing.  As I was holding it in my fist, I need to find a container to hold it.  I searched for container which is big enough for it and a cover that I can make holes or a cloth to cover it.  Somehow, I took too long.  The bird closed its eyes and was motionless.  There was still heartbeat.  It must have fainted.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next part of dream which I could remember was a toilet scene, a blue coloured bathroom, of weird shape -- steep slope and funny slope in it, a bathroom which no one would want to construct in this way.  But Richard was having a shower!  Open the door, and I do not even want to step into the bathroom.  Children might even fall in it.  It is hard to walk in it.  Once you go in, you are going to walk down a very steep slope.  If you want to take a shower, you need to be careful too.   The flooring there is not level too.  There is another slope at the right hand side of the showering area.  If you are not careful, you are going to fall down into the slope.  After you have finished bathing, you have to walk up the slope, it is going to be so hard for children to climb up the slope.  I would have difficulty climbing too, consider the wet floor, and our bare feet.   While I was observing the structures of the bathroom, my father came to visit me in the kitchen.  He walked towards me and the toilet door was still opened.  I had to go and closed it before he came towards it.  Then I had forgotten what he told me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sequence of the dream might not be in order, as I had forgotten the order, but these are the dreams that I had.  Overall, it was a sweet dream.  Sweet in the sense that I get to meet my family, my father and sister and the rest of the people whom seem vague but seem to be there(since it was a celebration).  There was happiness, amazement and sighting of beautiful birds, very beautiful.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://animalspeek.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-cycle-of-bird.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R8E2V_Ik3MI/AAAAAAAAGkc/sug9BreOa-0/s400/PO20080211_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170473598550596802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreams Interpretation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water &lt;/span&gt;- clear water indicates prosperity and happiness to come.  Muddy or turbulent water is a sign of dangers and misfortunes.  To drink muddy water portends illness to come.  To play with water predicts sudden passion and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shower &lt;/span&gt;- to be in one denotes an interest in refined pleasures.  You possess a fine intellect and creative talents.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband&lt;/span&gt; - Many changes in your life.  If he is healthy and happy, your home will be filled with much joy and pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister&lt;/span&gt; - much luck and happiness will come your way&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt; - You will meet with difficulties that will require wise counsel from an experienced person.  If your father is dead, the dream is a warning against possible business losses.  Exercise caution in all your deals. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds&lt;/span&gt; - Flying birds denote joy and prosperity.  A wounded bird is a symbol of coming sorrows through offspring.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attic&lt;/span&gt; - you have certain hopes that will not materialize through lack of solid basis.  You will solve all your problems through careful reasoning.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen&lt;/span&gt; - you will be faced with emergencies and disagreeable events&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairs&lt;/span&gt; - Good fortune and happiness and honors if you see or climb them.  If you fall down or climb down the stairs, you will be unlucky in love and general affairs, and will be the object of envy and hatred. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt; - To visit your old home portends you will rejoice over good news.  If it is in a run-down condition, you will soon hear of the sickness or death of a relative.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House&lt;/span&gt; - A new house indicates a change of residence and happy business deals.  If the house is old and dilapidated, you will have business losses and poor health. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-8192891739372469322?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/8192891739372469322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=8192891739372469322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/8192891739372469322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/8192891739372469322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-dream.html' title='Beautiful Dream'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R8E1XvIk3LI/AAAAAAAAGkU/eKDYLUp0XcU/s72-c/PO20080211_0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-1429496362698551221</id><published>2008-02-22T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:07:19.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life answered'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='definition of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of life'/><title type='text'>What Is Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/02/21/answers-to-life/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R740rPIk3KI/AAAAAAAAGkM/_i0skYzOI8c/s400/change.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169627339669429410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is a series of flexible changes you need to adapt at every stages of your growth.  Life is a learning journey as you grow.  Life is beautiful if you learn to appreciate your painting and others painting.  There is no perfect painting of life.  When you drip a patch of colours on the paper, that is how you want to use the patch to create another beauty out of it.  Change for the better, Change to show the best of your art, a caterpillar is not always a caterpillar.  A caterpillar also has a day to become butterfly.  Time is all it needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've Come So Far, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/02/17/in-the-end-linkin-park/"&gt;In The End It Doesn't Even Matter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tried so hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And got so far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But in the end, it doesn’t even matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to fall, to loose it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But in the end, it doesn't even matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is life when I have nothing after sloughing all these years?  Is it really nothing?  Nope.  My answers were actually revealed now, it seems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Draw trees, rivers, people and sky on a piece of paper. Add some more birds, butterflies and flowers to it. Next, compare it with your real world, your natural landscape that consist the river, trees and sky. You are standing by the river, observing the beauty of the nature. What do you observe? Which do you think is life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lets look at another example. Put a piece of bread on the table, after a few days, what do you observe? A piece of wood(log), left in the forest for a period of time will have growths on it. There will be various types of fungus, micro-organisms, squirrels and even rabbits resting on the log. A population was formed initially, next two and three and soon a community is created! Together, they formed a beautiful picture in front of your eyes, more beautiful and perfect than any piece of painting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is Spirit -- The existence of spirit! What is lacking in papers, and what is happening in all living things is the existence of Spirit! If you do not know what is spirit, look at my dead dog at &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2007/08/08/cebests-death-video"&gt;http://www.peaceinspire.com/2007/08/08/cebests-death-video&lt;/a&gt;/ . He was dead, but his body was still in front of me. But he could not move, he could not respond any more at the moment when he died. Read more at &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/02/21/answers-to-life/"&gt;http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/02/21/answers-to-life/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just as air, wind, light, sound and heat cannot be seen, Spirit is invisible too. However, it can be felt -- just like the heat, sound, light and air around us. All lives are filled with spirits. Spirits to triumph and spirits to survive in this world. Put some green beans on the cotton wool and you see them growing gradually as days passed by. You will see all the green beans plants tall and slim, all competing for the sunlight. If you put a green bean in a single pot, it will grow stout and strong, no body to compete with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What we see in this world is the result "Survival of the Fittest". Every single organisms in this world are trying to survive without you and me knowing. The ants, working hard everyday, bringing food to its colony. The birds migrating to safer place every now and then. The virus growing stronger and stronger to resist extinction in this world. All these is because there is a spirit behind them, a spirit that wants to LIVE, because there is LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All living things contain LIFE. Life needs water, food and air, as we have learned in Science. With these, we would have life, survive. But what makes us different from plants and animals and all the other micro-organisms that is seen and unseen? They too, need air, food and water, but what really make the difference between us and all these flora and fauna is our ability to have five senses, our more developed brain, which enable man to use it for their betterment. With that, man learns to talk and learn to recognise words and language. This is how people can communicate, just like how the ants and bees would communicate. However, ours are better because we can use more to communicate, not only restricted to pheromones or body language only like some animals do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at these, we only need air, food and water to survive! But there are definitely more to life if we are human beings. If you want a great life, a success in life, we are more than just animals and plants. We build house, we make plays, make furniture, bake and cook, and many many things you can think of. There are so many professions and work in this world. These are the creation and results of mankind. However, man are always not satisfied with what they have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What makes human being different from that of plants and other animals is also because of our more developed heart. Our heart is a special organ, both physiologically and spirtually. The heart is the battery of our life as mentioned at&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/02/21/answers-to-life/"&gt; http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/02/21/answers-to-life/&lt;/a&gt; . Our heart is also the main motivator of our life. Our heart is the organ that give you life and control your life &lt;a href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2007/12/31/discipline-your-heart/"&gt;http://www.peacemotivate.com/2007/12/31/discipline-your-heart/&lt;/a&gt; . For example, if you have $2. To a 8-year-old child, $2 is a lot because he can buy his favourite ice-cream. To a 15-year-old child, $2 is not quite enough because he can only buy her stationery and not her favourite branded bag. To the adult, perhaps 25-year-old man, what is $2? What can you buy with just $2? "I cannot even buy a car and a house!" he would think of it this way. To the 40s, married and with children, they would know the importance of $2 because everyday $2 makes a month $60. To the retirees, the value of $2 is a packet of rice or a bun. How 'big' is your heart or how 'small' is your heart will determine your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your brain is another difference between us and the plants and animals around us. Our ability to use words and talk is all because of our brain. God is our creator, the giver of our life, the one who make this world and give life to this world. He had given his book of life, the Bible. He had talked to people, told his people about the way of life, but not many people choose to believe and many people choose to divert away from Him. Today, in this world, you can choose to walk your life in whichever direction you want. You can walk towards&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/01/05/faith/"&gt; light&lt;/a&gt; or you can walk towards darkness. &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/01/05/faith/"&gt;http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/01/05/faith/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are the one who make choices. You have every right to choose. But you are also the one who will bare the responsibilities, the consequences of your actions. Life is full of choices. Can you afford to make mistakes when life is short? When you play a game, you may have a time limit. There are rules for the games so that the game is a fair one. Whoever cheated, you suffer penalty and demerits. Life can be a game too if you play it as a game. Life is all how you want to make it to be. God give you a brain to be as creative as you can be. But you must use your heart. You must not forget who is the giver of life and who to follow for advice and rules of the game, the life giver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is the spirit of living. All lives strive to survive and want to be successful in its life's journey. Our ultimate mission of life is within your heart. What you want to do and what you want your life to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.helium.com/tm/880130/trees-rivers-people-piece"&gt;See my ranking at Helium&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (26 people has something to say about What is life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" title="View my Biography at Helium.com" href="http://www.helium.com/user/show/25549"&gt; &lt;img src="http://corp.helium.com/images/af/120x60_wrote.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once I do not know why I live.  I live anyway.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Live, but feel better dead than Live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Live and Live and live anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try and try and try, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do and do and do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have lived.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lived and see, Lived and experienced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saw, see, still seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is a playing of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2008/02/20/words/"&gt;Words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; games and how I want to fill up this blank on the piece of paper given to me.  It is not who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/02/20/power-of-words/"&gt;bark the loudest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; who wins.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to win the race, the narrow door to eternity so that I may see my love ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2008/02/11/the-rain-akon-konvicted/"&gt;The Rain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Falls on me, I only need to live once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I lived and am still living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never had I know the beauty of language and the beauty of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/02/18/sl-words-game/"&gt;words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life Is a Beautiful piece of Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-1429496362698551221?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/1429496362698551221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=1429496362698551221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/1429496362698551221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/1429496362698551221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-is-life.html' title='What Is Life'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SvVxKcJwOkI/AAAAAAAAOo0/c3tAO7-UaSg/S220/PO20071201_0311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R740rPIk3KI/AAAAAAAAGkM/_i0skYzOI8c/s72-c/change.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27749781.post-7963282933170034373</id><published>2008-02-08T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:27:21.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightmare'/><title type='text'>Dreams Interpretation</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/R6wSA7sMOXI/AAAAAAAAGVI/eSvdMfvhh1Y/s400/bloodyhand.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164522679919458674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is the meaning of dreams and why do we have dreams?  My husband said I am too free and that is why I often have dreams.  However, this is not true.  I can be very busy and tired but I still have dreams.  I can be very free and idle (when I was younger), but I also had dreams.  Sometimes the dreams are sweet while sometimes they seem to affect our lives when we woke up the next moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently, I had various dreams.  I dreamed of meeting Father Terrence from St Anthony Church too.  He was wearing purple (the priest clothes).  I could not remember what I dreamed of him already.  It was such a vivid dream on that day when I dreamed of him.  I thought I wanted to write it down in case I forgot, but I was too busy as usual and I did not have any post about it in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Several years back, I had series of bad dreams which affected me.  I did not know the meaning of it all and neither was I superstitious.  However, thinking back, they served as warning to me, just that I was not aware.  That was those days where my relationship with my husband were weakened day after day, and my tummy getting bigger and bigger each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dreams never stopped from occurring in my sleep all these years -- Though the incidence of bad dreams are lesser definitely.  However, recently, I had a premonition and it seems that the dreams are going to tell me something again.  I did not know what it is.  But I might have an answer myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning, I had a bad dream again.  I was awakened and I was so very urged to write it on my blog the very moment when the dreams were so fresh and so vivid in my mind.  However, I did not do that in the end.  I ended up doing some laundry and mopping the floor and tidying the house.  For two days, the family had gone Chinese New Year visits to families -- my mother and Richard's mother's house and also my sister's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is only now that I have time to sit down to blog about this.  So many things to blog, but my inspiration now is all about this dream -- it definitely has affected me today, my mood especially.  I was back at the hospital, seen a collegue or rather two and the rest non-important colleague.  I went back to the hospital, don't know for what reason, but happened to see J.  It was happy to chat with old colleague or friends.  However, as usual, I can sense their insincerity.  As usual, she told me, it was such a boring job and so on, but until now, she was still working there!  Such is a common human nature.  Richard also has friends who are like that.  Richard resigned, and until now, the friends(who always complaint of not working anymore) are still working for the company!  We chatted about old times, and she told me about Mr C, Ms T and N.  While chatting, I found new warming bed equipments/hospital medical stuff for patients.  There used to be warming bed, but now the technology was so advanced that the patient can have much better warming devices.  While we were chatting, Ms T was sitting somewhere and we just realised that... what happens next, I did not know, and it seems this section of dream was moved on to the next.  I forgot the head or tail, but perhaps the main gist of it.  I vomitted blood, reddish-black stale blood.  There seems to be a lecturer around.  I could not recall a single thing now, though perhaps, I was in some tutorial group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What woke me up was the vomiting of the stale blood.  It was scary and terrible.  I knew in the dream that my health was no good.  In actual fact, I experienced something wrong with me too.  Pain.  I am living with Pain.  Now, my dream even has blood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes our dreams do come true.  This happens because the human unconscious moves on a space-time continuum where past, present and future blend into infinity.  The prophetic or prospective dream is part of the phenomenon Jung call synchronicity.  There is no doubt that the prophetic dream does take place.  What is curious is the fact that not all our dreams come true and that we are seldom able to foretell ahead of time which of our dreams are prophetic and which are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;interpretations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; of my dreams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Priest - an omen of misfortunes to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood - To dream of blood is very bad.  It denotes a severe disappointment will bring you much unhappiness.  Beware of unusual friends and guard your health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospital - there is the danger of contagious diseases in your vicinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Related Links About Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="recently"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/language-of-dreams.html"&gt;Language Of Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/falling-dreams.html"&gt;Falling Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/teeth-dreams.html"&gt;Teeth Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/sleep-cycle.html"&gt;The Sleep Cycle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/nightmares.html"&gt;Nightmares&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/recurring-dreams.html"&gt;Recurring Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/lucid-dreams.html"&gt;Lucid Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/daydreaming.html"&gt;Daydreaming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/types-of-dreams.html"&gt;Types Of Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/history-of-dreams.html"&gt;History Of Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-are-dreams.html"&gt;What Are Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://12inspire.blogspot.com/2006/06/facts-about-dreams.html"&gt;Facts About Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27749781-7963282933170034373?l=12enlighten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/feeds/7963282933170034373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27749781&amp;postID=7963282933170034373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27749781/posts/default/7963282933170
