tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85084691165233402472024-02-20T21:47:04.639+08:00Memory KeeperHeaven has her way, for each one has his own memory.Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-80558929929258337162010-04-09T07:46:00.000+08:002010-04-09T07:46:08.200+08:00杨乃文-女爵<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWsBLkaQx9U&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWsBLkaQx9U&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-84523339750214534262010-04-08T16:05:00.000+08:002010-04-08T16:05:10.177+08:00牛油虾<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDtN4cG_5JTZxeVZVqqkRFiMAfyPpkEP1VG3bdpvK4PDdUpip3SRRRnRfLIEBvygmLqiviOojru2fJG85irOtJHd990ej8cYvsyZvanbAWcQM1MdZkXN8BymWYbwdyWJdqMzLCN-QxU7kh/s1600/P4040059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDtN4cG_5JTZxeVZVqqkRFiMAfyPpkEP1VG3bdpvK4PDdUpip3SRRRnRfLIEBvygmLqiviOojru2fJG85irOtJHd990ej8cYvsyZvanbAWcQM1MdZkXN8BymWYbwdyWJdqMzLCN-QxU7kh/s320/P4040059.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>很容易煮的一到菜。第一次煮就成功了。谢谢妈妈提供的 recipe。Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-34721745028524133882010-04-06T09:42:00.000+08:002010-04-06T09:42:44.213+08:00黄小琥-没那么简单<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ioum4C9Tg5A&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ioum4C9Tg5A&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br />
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没那么简单 就能找到 聊得来的伴<br />
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尤其是在 看过了那么多的背叛<br />
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总是不安 只好强悍<br />
谁谋杀了我的浪漫<br />
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没那么简单 就能去爱 别的全不看<br />
变得实际 也许好也许坏各一半<br />
不爱孤单 一久也习惯<br />
不用担心谁 也不用被谁管<br />
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感觉快乐就忙东忙西<br />
感觉累了就放空自己<br />
别人说的话 随便听一听 自己作决定<br />
不想拥有太多情绪<br />
一杯红酒配电影<br />
在周末晚上关上了手机舒服窝在沙发里<br />
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相爱没有那么容易每个人有他的脾气<br />
过了爱作梦的年纪轰轰烈烈不如平静<br />
幸福没有那么容易才会特别让人着迷<br />
什么都不懂的年纪<br />
曾经最掏心 所以最开心 曾经Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-55757063279704830232010-03-25T15:23:00.001+08:002010-03-25T15:24:34.231+08:00拉屎会叫我们<b><span style="font-size: large;">我和老公陪大姐在房间玩。每天晚上都是如此。是大姐睡前</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">的惯例活动。快12 点了,大姐好像越来越有精力。跑来跑</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">去的。然后她说 eat eat,就泡奶给她喝。没多久她又说 eat </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">了,再泡奶给她。第一次泡 3 oz,第二次泡 2 oz。怕她喝不</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">完浪费掉。哪里知道她再一次说 eat,我又泡了 2 oz 给她。</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">好奇怪! 她一向来只喝 4 oz 的。然后她还是不要睡。在房</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">间走来走去。她指着房门要出去, 然后拉她的 diaper。我</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">一次会要拉屎会叫我们。!!!</span></b>Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-10557974035637923262010-03-25T15:18:00.000+08:002010-03-25T15:18:22.659+08:00阳光<embed src="http://www.56.com/mama_v167_/c50_/12_/29_/momsay_277308_/126921810320_/0_/0_/50351025.swf" quality="high" width="480" height="400" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><br />
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周末才有机会和大姐渡过下午的时间。大姐在房间玩时,都会和阳光玩玩。Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-47776747066035648082010-03-19T09:18:00.000+08:002010-03-19T09:18:12.648+08:00喝汤和 Constance 去附近的 Pizza Hut 用餐。<br />
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During the CNY, i got the chance to meet my schoolmates.Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-76165217573465963182010-03-05T12:54:00.003+08:002010-03-05T12:58:11.437+08:00The cup<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxC0lSUqwmhE16XGPTRriZhbqHAb_2BFanTgZf_ZJlyaVHpGCboqqFeE3Nrc11HJPdJNz1b_CzHflXu0E0xlnE5U0YUgIVZXZn2-2mEVoabqPZaBBSx7KFQM1Lg_Loj5y9ngG5F4K5TJ_R/s1600-h/P3040013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxC0lSUqwmhE16XGPTRriZhbqHAb_2BFanTgZf_ZJlyaVHpGCboqqFeE3Nrc11HJPdJNz1b_CzHflXu0E0xlnE5U0YUgIVZXZn2-2mEVoabqPZaBBSx7KFQM1Lg_Loj5y9ngG5F4K5TJ_R/s320/P3040013.JPG" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The first thing i do when i reach office is making myself a cup of cereal. Today looking at the cup, sadness rises up. It was 2004, we were given a pair of cups upon our registration of marriage. I have been using it since then. The cup retains in good conditions against time. Our marriage in the other hand, deteriorated slowly. We didn't share our joy, grief, problems, doubts, future plans or even an article that we read. We don't discuss but argue. We don't communicate but inform and order. We live together yet we have different live. We walk different paths. The only point of intersections are our daughter. However it is just about Constance. Never about me or him. We been closed our own door to each other. The reason is we have taken it for granted. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Looking at the cup again, i wonder where and how God lead us....I know that God only guides us, He can't do every thing for us. I know I have to show him how much i love him, how much I want our marriage to be special that we cherish it. I want three of us as a happy family.</span>Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-7516059636245429102010-03-04T12:39:00.009+08:002010-03-05T15:32:57.057+08:003/3/10 8 p.m.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuUTVNcTu7J5UuvjiDLbHi3ioeLl902LUWDLfkM8XO6b1qyWfIMmLg6JjVqskjYDzazl_iws005rBwebTy3JEdPpkWwiLYvLG4scxuTwxU4gRx-ISYY6uSNwBaYv1r3RI34l7vW494yYPD/s1600-h/P3020012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuUTVNcTu7J5UuvjiDLbHi3ioeLl902LUWDLfkM8XO6b1qyWfIMmLg6JjVqskjYDzazl_iws005rBwebTy3JEdPpkWwiLYvLG4scxuTwxU4gRx-ISYY6uSNwBaYv1r3RI34l7vW494yYPD/s320/P3020012.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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After dinner. 8 p.m. Constance, maid and I went to Giant shopping. I bought some groceries. Constance sat on her stroller. When she started to make noise, i didn't know what she wanted. If it is because she wanted to walk by herself, I would not allow. Any way i gave her some sweets. Then she enjoyed herself in her stroller. After paid for the items, since it was still early, we went to the playground. Constance ran very fast in the playground. My maid is still new. She didn't know how to watch over Constance. She just chased after her. I wanted to tell her the potential dangers actually is what coming in front of Constance such as kids bumping into her....but she didn't understand. i must make sure she understand it next trip.<br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">When I started to believe in God. I did not know what would I be lead to. Andrew and I are Buddhist. We been praying to Buddha, Guan Yin for many years. Andrew critics Christianity few times too. It seems impossible that Andrew will believe in God. I told my friend, let it be. God will lead me and my husband in His own plan and His own time. I stopped praying to Guan Yin for sometimes. That’s when my daughter had fever and running nose. Her running nose was very serious. Lasted for two weeks. I felt like I am being punished. The punishment fall upon my daughter. I started praying Guan Yin and my daughter recovered from the sickness. I apologized to Guan Yin for my ignorant. Then i let go of my faith. </span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">All these years, Andrew has to pay expensive rent for his shop. So every month, most of his income goes to the rent. I have told him it is unwise to continue doing business in this shop. He worked 7 days a week. No family day for us. In the end of the month, he just managed to earn a living. No savings, EPF, Benefit…it is worst than those promoters in the supermarket or those waitress in the restaurant. He couldn’t listen to my advice. He didn’t bother at all. He is like an ostrich hiding in its hole. So recently, his income is so little that he couldn’t pay our family expenses any more. We are facing financial crisis. At first I felt worried and stressed. Then I realized it is God’s work. He is helping him. By forcing him to make a change. God is leading him. I told him what I think. Surprisingly, he gave me a quick positive response. He said it is true. God has been telling him many times but since he doesn’t believe in God, he didn’t know it. He cried because he feels God is near him. <br />
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God didn’t abandon me. Once again I went through my crisis through my faith. If there is no God, from where did I have the aspiration? Isn’t it God’s plan? Andrew called his landlady telling her that he didn’t want to rent the shop any more. She asked Andrew to use half part of the shop and pay half the present rent. That’s the best solution. He will try for two months and see how it goes. Actually it is much better than before. <br />
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Some people doesn’t change till he is forced too. I am thankful to God. He has helped Andrew to make a change. </span></b>Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-81429924971778988882010-03-02T22:24:00.000+08:002010-03-02T22:24:17.437+08:00At my mother's house<embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid627.photobucket.com/albums/tt352/sundaysue/mothershse_2.flv" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" wmode="transparent"></embed><br />
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Constance is 17 months old now. I brought her to my mother house in Malacca during the Chinese New Year. I shifted the matress to the floor as it is safer for Constance when she is sleeping. Every time before she sleeps including afternoon nap, she will play this.<br />
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Constance now can sleep by herself. We just need to pat her. And she can sleep till the morning. We finally can sleep throughout the night. It has been a year and 5 month that we have to wake up in the middle of the nigh tto attend her every day.Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-91699525891038109632010-02-23T14:47:00.000+08:002010-02-23T14:47:54.110+08:00天后宫<object height="300" width="400"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1369791886725" /><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1369791886725" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br />
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初四去天后宫。去那儿拜拜,感恩上天的保佑。让我们全家平安渡过一年。Constance <br />
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一到那儿就不怕了。放她在地上她就开始走。跟着别人走。那是人很多。她好像明<br />
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白大家都是在这里走马看花。她也跟着群众走。她很开心哦。Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-44139185693415393622010-02-04T09:47:00.000+08:002010-02-04T09:47:43.314+08:00Na Laetha Geal M'Oige<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KPiqmrSHitU&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KPiqmrSHitU&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">Do not know what is this song about. I love to see the scenery. It is beautiful.</span>Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-60852681444544583802010-02-03T11:38:00.000+08:002010-02-03T11:38:42.163+08:00谢谢菩萨的保佑<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">办公室一片安祥宁静,能在这里做工是福气了。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">没有压力,</span><span style="font-size: large;">不需要面对老板上司,顾客,</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">只要做好自己的工作就够了。要感谢</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">菩萨,让我有一份我喜欢又不会让我</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">有压力的工作。 </span><span style="font-size: large;">让我不必为工作而烦。</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">一放工就可以把工作抛置脑外。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">再看看我的生活, 什么都不缺了,</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">亲人的和我的身体也健康。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">没有天灾, 没有动</span><span style="font-size: large;">荡不安的局势, </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">我觉得很幸福。谢谢菩萨的保佑。</span>Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-647157368108485532010-02-01T10:50:00.000+08:002010-02-01T10:50:02.921+08:00没信心<span style="font-size: large;">很希望上帝能让回去天堂的宝宝再次回来我们的身边。</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">但是我完全没有信心。觉得我们注定只有一个小孩。</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">如果上帝不再给我们第二次机会,我会失望伤心吗?</span>Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-84820819703874677212010-01-30T10:28:00.003+08:002010-02-01T10:47:19.544+08:00又和老公吵架<span style="font-size: large;">从家婆家回来后和老公吵架。就是看不顺他。</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">不服。晚上回来,</span><span style="font-size: large;">我再讲几句,他叫我搬走。</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">然后又求我留下来。我逼他跪倒认错。</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">两人的感情就冷了。我不想再生了。</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">要过属于自己的生活。像样点。</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">和他一起生活很累。我的生命一点</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">一点</span><span style="font-size: large;">的被吞噬,被消耗。我的人生除</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">了做家务陪孩</span><span style="font-size: large;">子,就没有了。</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">再加上这个完全不懂生活的男人,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">想走出来这种乏味的生命都觉得</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">妈妈的生日礼物。</span><span style="font-size: large;">购物场所开始卖</span><span style="font-size: large;">年货。</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">在 Giant 里找不到相关部门,心里有点</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">失望。走到玩具部,宝宝开始吵了。</span><span style="font-size: large;">于是</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">我就让她下来。她马</span><span style="font-size: large;">上去玩球了。走来走去的,</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">从这条走廊去到另一条走廊,等</span><span style="font-size: large;">我</span><span style="font-size: large;">推 stroller 到她身边时,</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">她又跑去另一条走廊了。我可不要一</span><span style="font-size: large;">直追着她。</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">让她</span><span style="font-size: large;">玩了一阵子, 就抱她坐在 stroller。然后我们</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">马上现出来</span><span style="font-size: large;">了。一直指那些食物,又大大声的叫。</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;"> 没人告诉她那是</span><span style="font-size: large;">食</span><span style="font-size: large;">物,为何她会知道?我选了一包 </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cereal Drink, 给宝宝拿。她很</span><span style="font-size: large;">满足的拿着, </span><span style="font-size: large;">安静了。</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">但不久后,又吵了。 再给她另一包。</span><span style="font-size: large;">又安静了。</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">不久又吵了,看来她是要</span><span style="font-size: large;">吃了。我买了一粒粒的鸡</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">蛋糕给她吃。她总算安静得吃着。吃完一个又一个。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">过后</span><span style="font-size: large;">我们</span><span style="font-size: large;">就去 Ground Floor 的 店铺。终于成功买了手提包。 </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">宝宝总共</span><span style="font-size: large;">吃了 4 粒鸡</span><span style="font-size: large;">蛋糕。如果再继续逛下去,</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;"> 她不是要吃 10 多粒?</span><span style="font-size: large;">所以我们回了。</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;"> 宝宝一上车就</span><span style="font-size: large;">睡了。那时才 8 pm。 回到家, </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">把她放在客厅的 matress,我用尽方法叫她醒都没</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">用。叫她几次了,还用手推她,把电视机的声音开大,</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">洗碗碟,倒出冰块。。。她</span><span style="font-size: large;">都不会醒。只好抱她</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">进房间让她睡。心想我们半夜又没得好睡了。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">宝宝睡到 12 a.m. , 喝奶了再睡到 3 a.m. 然后就不要睡了。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">我们</span><span style="font-size: large;">只好轮流陪她。</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">我带她出去看电视。她乖乖的看而我就去洗奶瓶。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">3 a.m. 电视</span><span style="font-size: large;">声,洗刷声 在万籁</span><span style="font-size: large;">俱寂的 condominium </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">下特别清晰。5 a.m. 她</span><span style="font-size: large;">又睡回去了。 真不该带她出去。</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">如果</span><span style="font-size: large;">她累时,在车上一定会</span><span style="font-size: large;">睡着。在家就不一样,</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-size: large;">她可以耐到 10 p.m. 左右。 等她爸</span><span style="font-size: large;">爸回</span><span style="font-size: large;">来抱她睡。</span></span>Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-86427024247125077722010-01-18T10:32:00.002+08:002010-01-18T10:32:37.003+08:00Pilgrim<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/86QykTK9rFI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/86QykTK9rFI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-22507111067482681172010-01-18T10:01:00.001+08:002010-01-19T10:33:45.748+08:00对话<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">在海底发生的大灾难,你觉得上帝在吗? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">这个你上次不是已经有答案了吗?就是上帝做什么都有它的理由哦!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">我也是这样想的。我是想听听你的看法。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">圣经已经告诉我们,当灾难越来越多的时候,就是主耶稣要在来的时候了. 虽然我们不想灾难发生,可是这个世界真的很败坏了。当主真的忍受不了,它就会再次降临。如果你已经相信有主的存在,那么也不用害怕,因为凡是相信它的人在灾难来临前都会被他领走。比如说,如果一个驾驶飞机的机师,他是相信耶稣的,那么在灾难那刻他已经离开了飞机,就是无人驾驶的飞机。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">我个人认为,上帝是爱所有人类的,不管信他是否。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">你说的对,只要那人肯承认他是罪人,答应上帝成为他的救主,那么上帝都会爱他。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">是的。因为爱, 我们可以原谅一个人的过错,只要他忏悔了。更何况是上帝。我的丈夫不认同。觉得对没有恶行的非基督教徒是不公平的。其实当一个人忏悔了,他会感到内疚,那就是种惩罚。但我觉得不管是佛教徒还是回教徒,如果没有做坏事,也是上天堂的吧,对吗?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">那只是魔鬼的一种领导方式。。。如果你有接触圣经,你就会知道天堂的路真的很小,前往地域的路就很扩。。。所以人都给他迷惑了。因为除了主,其它的一切都是魔鬼的演变。</span><br />
<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">我完全没有接触过圣经和基督教。你说阿弥陀佛是魔鬼?但他的教诲很正派。佛教也叫我们要有仁慈,要做好事。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">佛教除了这样还有解释到人怎样来吗?有解释到人为什么都互相争夺吗?</span><br />
<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">如果是猴子变成的,那么为什么现在不会出现(半候半人)的。圣经在2000年前已经显示出来,地球是圆的。为什么要等到1000年后航海家才发布说地球是圆的。因为是上帝创造的,它明显的列出,可是就是没人相信。。。。2000年前圣经已经提示,目前这个时代已经开始没有人使用金钱了,当时的人觉得不肯!没钱如何买东西,可是现在有答案了,就是信用卡的出现。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">佛教的真理很难懂。我也不明白。应该有解释人是从哪儿来的。世间都是无我的,空的,色即是空,空即是色。我也搞不懂。但佛教叫我们放下执着。人们太多执着引起了斗争。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">佛教一直在改变,就是满足人的好奇心。永远不会变的就只有圣经. 它是从2000年已经立出来了. 它可以知道过去现在和未来. 就是世界的开始,现在的世界是如何败坏,最后是启示录(世界末日)它将会带领跟随它的人上天国. 当初我也是不懂,后来看圣经就会发觉更多</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">也有很多伟大的佛教徒奉献自己救济贫穷生病的人,他们也要下地狱?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">算我得罪。。。。是. 因为他们已经被魔鬼利用了,就连他们也不知道.. 佛教只会要人做好事,有说明如何得救吗?圣经已经说明很多人都离开它的道了,就是因为魔鬼在工作,要使到地域爆满. 真正可以上天国的人,也只有那一小部分. 现在就算是基督教,也有人没有照圣经的教诲来教导,那也是魔鬼的工作。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">在佛教,那是前世造的业,今世必须偿还。就这样不停的轮回,除非我们涅 pan。那不是件容易的事。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">上帝会这么残忍吗? 不信他就下地狱?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">是阿当和夏娃埋下的果实。。。。上帝为了救我们,连它的独生子(耶稣)也奉献给我们了</span><br />
<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">如果不是(耶稣)的宝血洗干净我们的罪恶,我们在上帝面前都是罪人。就因为有耶稣,我们才可以用它的血遮盖我们成为圣洁的人。</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">基督教和佛教都以爱, 仁慈为本,为什么会有地狱的出现?</span>Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-28311410498050994992010-01-14T12:39:00.002+08:002010-01-14T13:29:48.867+08:00Earthquake in Haiti<span style="color: #f3f3f3;">On my way to work, the DJs talked about the earth quake hit Haiti yesterday . It was 13 Jan, late afternoon in Haiti. The tremor lasted for almost 1 minute. He said it was the worst in the century. I was thinking: what is God's plan for the Haitians? A disastrous earth quake hit Port-eu Prince, the capital in Haiti. 100 000 poeple might be dead or injured. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Before believing in God, i would say if there is God, this would not happen at all. Now i am thinking: those dead will go to heaven, they will be happy there. For those victims who lost their loves, they can find peace through God. There must be a reason that God lets it happened. I do not know what it is...whatever the reason is, God loves us, He has his own way, His own plan.</span> <br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">received my message. Before that i couldn't reached her due to </span><br />
<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">network problem. I misunderstood her. She tried to explain to me. </span><br />
<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">She said tears going to run down. I knew i have irritated her. </span><br />
<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">Hopefully i didn't spoil the friendship.</span>Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-68301402176346411232010-01-13T13:43:00.000+08:002010-01-13T13:43:15.686+08:00Unusual Day<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">It was an unusual day. Constance slept at 10:30 p.m. Only woke up at 4 a.m. for milk. After milk, i put her down and pat her. She rolled for a while and fall asleep. Until 7:30 a.m. I let her wear another an extra shirt. May be it helped her to sleep well.</span>Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-86063619230615797262010-01-11T13:41:00.001+08:002010-01-11T13:41:40.085+08:00Tiring day<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">Yesterday night Constance slept at 9 : 30 p.m., in the car, exhausted after playing in the Tropicana City. </span><br />
<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">I doubt she could sleep till the next morning. Around 3 a.m., she woke up and didn't want to sleep again. So i accompanied her till 5:30 a.m. today. What a tiring day. And just now Andrew sms me that our washing machine is out of order....so after work i have to wash the clothes by using hands....what a day. Just hope that machine will be back in order.</span>Sundaysuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12097191503543697767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8508469116523340247.post-73532006811029995412010-01-10T13:21:00.002+08:002010-01-11T13:35:00.583+08:00Meal time<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;">Constance insisted of eating by herself. She used 2 spoons for unknown reason. While she trying so hard to eat, i fed her in between. She could just eat 1 or 2 grains of rice, and sometimes she used her hand to assists her. In the end, most of her rice were on the table and on the floor.</span> <br />
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