<?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-5790620836966427290</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:05:56.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bride-To-Be Blogs</title><subtitle type='html'>Because she doesn't want to miss a thing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kinsan Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763719668264604388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790620836966427290.post-3035452419293468415</id><published>2009-02-08T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:53:01.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it finally happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We set another dinner date for 15 November 2007, but was nearly interrupted. On the 15th morning, Daniel was called for an inter-CF meeting in the evening. His plans for a romantic dinner was faced with a setback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he picked me up at about 9-ish after his meeting, I suspected nothing and at the same time, expected nothing either. As it was rather late for dinner, we changed our dinner plans to supper. I brought him to Uptown Damansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we parked the car, all of a sudden he pulled out a bouquet of red roses from the back of my seat. It was 7 stalks of roses (seven because it represents perfection). Then, he tried to pop that question. It was quite funny to see him grimace and say, "Would you want to go out with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To play it cool, I grinned and retorted, "Well, aren't we going out already? We're going out for dinner, right?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Blink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He continued to struggle for words as we got out of his car and walked towards Uptown Mamak. He didn't want to use the word &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; because it's unbiblical (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; doesn't exist in the Bible). Fair. So, he tried stringing sentences like, "I like you," "Can we go out?" etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Finally, when he finished his chicken chop, he uttered the most beloved and romantic and also biblical proposal - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you want to follow me as I follow Christ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;How can I say no to that, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5790620836966427290-3035452419293468415?l=thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3035452419293468415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-it-finally-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default/3035452419293468415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default/3035452419293468415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-it-finally-happened.html' title='And it finally happened'/><author><name>Kinsan Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763719668264604388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790620836966427290.post-749850659228514021</id><published>2009-02-02T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:32:00.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do we know we are the ones?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In 2003, a good friend of mine encouraged me to make a list of the qualities I want in a man. And so I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a separate ocassion, one of Daniel's leaders preached about 7 forms of confirmation. And he took note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daniel met the list. And we had all our 7 forms of confirmation that's specific to us. That's how we know we are the ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5790620836966427290-749850659228514021?l=thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/749850659228514021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-do-we-know-we-are-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default/749850659228514021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default/749850659228514021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-do-we-know-we-are-ones.html' title='How do we know we are the ones?'/><author><name>Kinsan Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763719668264604388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790620836966427290.post-262690814974719998</id><published>2009-02-01T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:56:00.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pursuit continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The SMS-exchange started between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The talks with our individual church leaders started too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot more prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And finally, we went out on our first date. I can't remember the excuse that was cooked up for this date. But we had our dinner at Chili's 1 Utama that night. Food was ok, but the companion was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that night, I sent him a thank you SMS. He replied with a confession-like SMS. I was caught off-guard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5790620836966427290-262690814974719998?l=thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/262690814974719998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/pursuit-continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default/262690814974719998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default/262690814974719998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/pursuit-continued.html' title='The pursuit continued...'/><author><name>Kinsan Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763719668264604388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790620836966427290.post-5913003798319745633</id><published>2009-02-01T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:43:00.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we started to pray...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started to pray about us. I asked God to not bring us together if we're not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And he started to pray about us. He asked God for one day where we can get to know each other better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the same time, I was invited to participate in a CSR event by my ex-client. The event was in Sabak Bernam (and till now, I've no idea where it is). I wanted a road trip buddy. I asked around but everyone seemed to be busy. Since I was already close to him, naturally he was the next whom I asked to come along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That trip was our prayers answered.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5790620836966427290-5913003798319745633?l=thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5913003798319745633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-we-started-to-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default/5913003798319745633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default/5913003798319745633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-we-started-to-pray.html' title='When we started to pray...'/><author><name>Kinsan Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763719668264604388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790620836966427290.post-4580738392239483718</id><published>2009-01-31T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:42:00.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we finally started thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It wasn't until I got back from my Cambodia Mission Trip that year that I began to take notice of him. He was the organizer for the CF's fundraising event. He later invited me to the inter-college CF rally. It was then that I realised that he's actually a man who's into God's business (frankly, base on his appearance, he's no way like a Christian who's on fire).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5790620836966427290-4580738392239483718?l=thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4580738392239483718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-we-finally-started-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default/4580738392239483718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default/4580738392239483718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-we-finally-started-thinking.html' title='When we finally started thinking...'/><author><name>Kinsan Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763719668264604388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790620836966427290.post-2561993923563128091</id><published>2009-01-31T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:41:00.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we were just mere acquintances...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I was a part-timer in the college, we didn't really see each other much. We hardly talked but it was again Eyvon who got us both closer. She started dropping ideas about us on separate ocassions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5790620836966427290-2561993923563128091?l=thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2561993923563128091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-we-were-just-mere-acquintances.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default/2561993923563128091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default/2561993923563128091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-we-were-just-mere-acquintances.html' title='When we were just mere acquintances...'/><author><name>Kinsan Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763719668264604388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790620836966427290.post-3079032048484308350</id><published>2009-01-30T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:19:14.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For a wedding blog, I guess there's no better way to start it other than sharing the story of our meeting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It all started in Life College... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just launched out to do contract teaching and Life College was truly God's plan. Before, I tried asking a friend, Eyvon, to enquire about teaching vacancies in the college. There was none, not until one fine day on May 2007, Eyvon called to inform that there was a vacancy. Details, I cannot remember much. But all I know is that for me who has no college teaching experience then got through a 10 minutes 'interview' and was told to come to work on the same week. I started in May 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For Daniel, he was trying to get out of his dead end job. It was a blessing to him because he, who didn't have college marketing experience, got through the interview and commanded a reasonable pay. He started in June 2007.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;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/5790620836966427290-3079032048484308350?l=thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3079032048484308350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default/3079032048484308350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5790620836966427290/posts/default/3079032048484308350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebridetobeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Kinsan Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763719668264604388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
