<?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-7474320757781679666</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:08:49.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dei Gratia, I have found the purpose.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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own&lt;br /&gt;towards the darkness I am drawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a bottle in hand &lt;br /&gt;And a knife in the other&lt;br /&gt;I feel all alone in this land&lt;br /&gt;All I need are some answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drink doesn't provide the escape it once did&lt;br /&gt;The knife cuts but there's no pain&lt;br /&gt;I long for the time when I was still a kid&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could relive it all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had all the answers &lt;br /&gt;I thought I was free&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I'm still just an actor&lt;br /&gt;I feel my humanity is there just but barely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-5911700561128991550?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/5911700561128991550/comments/default' title='Post 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Inward or outward destruction?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-6719987300640952421?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/6719987300640952421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=6719987300640952421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/6719987300640952421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/6719987300640952421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2010/02/which-is-worst-inward-or-outward.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-2840605837693712835</id><published>2010-02-11T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:33:06.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yhitt shont, myhitt sseeling fgverythin eseem so te bgoin gp un islame fdn agothin nseem so to gtighr. Yh ws itha tos. I yeall rlee feik lgivin gp udn ageavin lt illa. Doul wt ie brette bshi tyaw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-2840605837693712835?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/2840605837693712835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=2840605837693712835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2840605837693712835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2840605837693712835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2010/02/yhitt-shont-myhitt-sseeling-fgverythin.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7474320757781679666.post-6328355643435899544</id><published>2009-12-02T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:26:08.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If it wasn't because of the boredom, my stay in the hospital would be quite enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-6328355643435899544?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/6328355643435899544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=6328355643435899544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7474320757781679666.post-2387519641089691334</id><published>2009-11-09T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:25:01.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Truly, I trust in You that it's all in Your hands and it's all for the best. Not my will but Yours' be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-2387519641089691334?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/2387519641089691334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=2387519641089691334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2387519641089691334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2387519641089691334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/11/truly-i-trust-in-you-that-its-all-in.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-4637843821190574535</id><published>2009-11-07T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:48:50.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I should change my name to Frank so that it would be self-explanatory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-4637843821190574535?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/4637843821190574535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=4637843821190574535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4637843821190574535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4637843821190574535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-i-should-change-my-name-to-frank.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-703504008394683779</id><published>2009-11-01T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:13:25.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what most if not everybody sees and even I myself see this a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/Su1DAXPcOUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9B9k3HjiI2Y/s1600-h/broken-vase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/Su1DAXPcOUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9B9k3HjiI2Y/s320/broken-vase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399045201804933442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-703504008394683779?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/703504008394683779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=703504008394683779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/703504008394683779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/703504008394683779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-what-most-if-not-everybody-sees.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/Su1DAXPcOUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9B9k3HjiI2Y/s72-c/broken-vase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7474320757781679666.post-5203649635190439012</id><published>2009-11-01T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:20:28.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghh...... Becoming cynical once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-5203649635190439012?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/5203649635190439012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=5203649635190439012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5203649635190439012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5203649635190439012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/11/arghh.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-5135289367170384825</id><published>2009-10-24T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:04:25.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thinking again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-5135289367170384825?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/5135289367170384825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=5135289367170384825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5135289367170384825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5135289367170384825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking-again.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-1160975926156847193</id><published>2009-10-16T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:20:00.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No matter how many times I've said this, I would never get sick of it. "Not my will but Yours be done"&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things happening and different thoughts. Sometimes, thins do not go my way but I know that's it's for the best even if I might not see it right now. No matter how difficult things might be, I trust in You and Your plans. Help me through it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-1160975926156847193?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/1160975926156847193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=1160975926156847193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/1160975926156847193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/1160975926156847193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-matter-how-many-times-ive-said-this.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-2726224414070083055</id><published>2009-10-10T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:09:35.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should anyone be judged by their outer appearances? Why is it that these day, no matter what we do, it would be under the scrutiny of many others who readily have a ton of comments and criticism to dish out to you? &lt;br /&gt;When you're famous, it would be even worse but would it be fair to lump your career and your personal life together? What if the person's husband is a pastor? Does that mean that whatever that she does which is modern is deemed as un-holy according to their words? Truly, why can't people just see past all these and look at it from a wider view rather looking at it so closely that your nose is pressing against it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing would be why must people judge you on what you've done in the past? Is it so difficult for others to accept the fact that you might have changed for the better? With man, it might not be possible but with God, all things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can we get past all of these superficial thinking and be a much better person?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-2726224414070083055?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/2726224414070083055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=2726224414070083055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2726224414070083055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2726224414070083055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/10/should-anyone-be-judged-by-their-outer.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-3601314121696928710</id><published>2009-10-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:52:04.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not my will but Yours be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-3601314121696928710?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/3601314121696928710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=3601314121696928710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3601314121696928710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3601314121696928710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-my-will-but-yours-be-done.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-4996092878632117429</id><published>2009-10-04T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:55:21.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this September is over and for me personally, the month of September is a bittersweet month for me. There are a number of memories in this month and the first would have to be my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I don't really celebrate my birthday and you only need to celebrate it twice; once when you're 1 and another when you're 21. Growing up, I didn't have much time around people and I would celebrate or rather, not celebrate it alone. There were a few years that I went out on the streets to people watch on my birthday and only going home when it was late into the night. &lt;br /&gt;What's the point of celebrating the day that you were borne? It happens yearly and I don't really see the meaning of it and normally it would be with hypocritical people that are all around you.&lt;br /&gt;For these few years, my parents would ask me if I would want to celebrate but I would always give the excuse that I going out to celebrate with my friends when in fact, I'm not doing anything. I just want to push everything away.&lt;br /&gt;My constant companion for the day that I was borne would either be the 4 walls or the streets.&lt;br /&gt;However, all these changed when I came to church and found my second family and I really began to feel the warmth again and I really thank God for that. But then again, I still don't feel like celebrating my birthday yearly. I choose not to tell others about my birth date and for certain sites, I choose to hide it so that others would not know. Only those that truly have good memory and or those that write it down somewhere and share with others would know about it.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm still waiting for 1 person to wish me on my birthday like you said you would many years ago. Even though I've lost your contact and you've changed it, I've still kept mine in the hopes that I would hear from you again. No matter where you might be or how you are, I would always remember you. The times we spent and the bond we formed would never be forgotten by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-4996092878632117429?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/4996092878632117429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=4996092878632117429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4996092878632117429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4996092878632117429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-this-september-is-over-and-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-3712831061108890161</id><published>2009-10-04T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:33:11.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was really impacted by what I saw and heard today but the second part was the one that really impacted, convicted and got me thinking. How I really wish that I could be like that in the beginning and maybe things would be better? But then again, everything happens for a reason and the third part confirmed it but still......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, as I was walking home today, I saw many children and teenagers sitting together, playing with lanterns and candles. This reminded me of the times that we used to all spend together, talking until dawn came, playing and later setting lanterns on fire. During that time, we were without a care int eh world but was it really that way? I know that deep down inside, all of us were struggling and surely, one after another, each of us began to leave until it was only left with me. I wonder where you guys are now and would we meet again when my time has come. I've often asked myself why didn't I follow suit and be like you guys but now I know as I was to meet God thus I could not do it but then I hope to see you guys again. Though you guys may not be around, the memories live inside of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-3712831061108890161?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/3712831061108890161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=3712831061108890161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3712831061108890161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3712831061108890161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-really-impacted-by-what-i-saw-and.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-567238092180681543</id><published>2009-09-27T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:00:50.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I celebrated my birthday this year in camp and doing nothing much which is pretty much how I would spend it except without the camp part. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I'm starting on the right track by making the first small step and I hope that it helps and I would be able to continue on and be a conqueror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-567238092180681543?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/567238092180681543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=567238092180681543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/567238092180681543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/567238092180681543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-i-celebrated-my-birthday-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-6547856754748197057</id><published>2009-09-06T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:53:12.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The yesteryear beckons with every breathe that I take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-6547856754748197057?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/6547856754748197057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=6547856754748197057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/6547856754748197057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/6547856754748197057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesteryear-beckons-with-every-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-8381602988397932572</id><published>2009-08-29T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:57:21.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you do when things that people say or things which happen around you just reminds you of the past? Today, someone said something and it made me think of the past and why up till now, I still choose to remain not being ********. The thing is that I can't really forget the past and I do not want it to be just a fad or something which has been happening ever since that incident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-8381602988397932572?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/8381602988397932572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=8381602988397932572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/8381602988397932572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/8381602988397932572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-do-when-things-that-people.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-7170749390768575813</id><published>2009-08-29T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:57:51.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The truth of which can only be told through lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-7170749390768575813?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7474320757781679666.post-8167309399576023646</id><published>2009-08-29T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:57:23.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emotions are over-rated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-8167309399576023646?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/8167309399576023646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=8167309399576023646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/8167309399576023646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/8167309399576023646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/08/emotions-are-over-rated.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-8435679866836742158</id><published>2009-08-29T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:56:53.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>National Service is just not cut out for old men with old injuries all over.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-8889350760950701374</id><published>2009-08-23T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:36:18.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Without you as a target, I feel that I'm somewhat slipping back into the old ways and maybe even sin if that's what you would call it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-8889350760950701374?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7474320757781679666.post-2111698101081488100</id><published>2009-08-14T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:10:51.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just need someone who can quantify my unquantifiable, justify my unjustifiable, challenge my thinking and to think about philosophies with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-2111698101081488100?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/2111698101081488100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=2111698101081488100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2111698101081488100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2111698101081488100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-need-someone-who-can-quantify-my.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-1806100798897044202</id><published>2009-05-30T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:57:44.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a few minutes of escape from it all. I know it's bad but what else can I do now that things are at this stage? I really wish that things didn't turn out this way but it did and I can't do anything except to numb myself and try to escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-1806100798897044202?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/1806100798897044202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=1806100798897044202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/1806100798897044202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/1806100798897044202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-few-minutes-of-escape-from-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-3883593395500350204</id><published>2009-04-15T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:26:48.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I sit under the night sky, I can't help but to look up and faintly in the night sky, the outline of stars could be seen and I can't help but reminded of the good times that we had. Why did you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;It's like a rock calling itself a pebble but then again, I know better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-3883593395500350204?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/3883593395500350204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=3883593395500350204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3883593395500350204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3883593395500350204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-i-sit-under-night-sky-i-cant-help.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-1365012972957478375</id><published>2009-03-15T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:06:27.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you look into the mirror, is what or whom you see really who it is? Is it truly you? A facade or who you wish you were?&lt;br /&gt;Through the looking glass. Would I find the answers that I seek or would more questions surface?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-1365012972957478375?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/1365012972957478375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=1365012972957478375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/1365012972957478375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/1365012972957478375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-you-look-into-mirror-is-what-or-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-989652777438090750</id><published>2009-03-14T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:31:31.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please do not allow me to withdraw any further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-989652777438090750?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/989652777438090750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=989652777438090750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/989652777438090750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/989652777438090750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-do-not-allow-me-to-withdraw-any.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-5253293474310978565</id><published>2009-03-14T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:28:57.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, thoughts are all over the place and before I can finish it, something else appears and the previous thought would be gone and never complete. Even I do not know what I'm thinking of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-5253293474310978565?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/5253293474310978565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=5253293474310978565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5253293474310978565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5253293474310978565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-again-thoughts-are-all-over-place.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-5616673276652317153</id><published>2009-03-14T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:28:05.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We live in a broken down world, a hypocritical society. We are all just concerned about ourselves, covering our bases and where's the real care and concern for someone else?&lt;br /&gt;The world is just one whole big paradox, never can it be solved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-5616673276652317153?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/5616673276652317153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=5616673276652317153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5616673276652317153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5616673276652317153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-live-in-broken-down-world.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-8721391164433580229</id><published>2009-03-14T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:11:43.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even the animals in the wild take care of their young, brood, offspring and such, what more would a human do? But if he or she fails to do that, does that mean that the child is worse than an animal as it doesn't require the care, concern and love that it requires that even animals get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-8721391164433580229?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/8721391164433580229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=8721391164433580229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/8721391164433580229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/8721391164433580229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/03/even-animals-in-wild-take-care-of-their.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-3816783588256088566</id><published>2009-03-14T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:21:02.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strength in solitude or temptations in solitude?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-3816783588256088566?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/3816783588256088566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=3816783588256088566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3816783588256088566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3816783588256088566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/03/strength-in-solitude-or-temptations-in.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-290354957987189287</id><published>2009-03-14T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:20:12.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be able to love, you must first be loved but what if you've never been? Would you know how to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-290354957987189287?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/290354957987189287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=290354957987189287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/290354957987189287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/290354957987189287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-be-able-to-love-you-must-first-be.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-4866103415313922591</id><published>2009-03-13T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T02:27:53.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all," is a common adage in our modern society and it's always on the lips of some people however, is it really true? &lt;br /&gt;We as humans are would be contented with what we have until something better comes along and after that, we would never be able to go back to the contentment that we had before. The worst feeling has to be to have love, then have it taken from you and nothing to fill that void. &lt;br /&gt;What if we never really have feelings like these? We would then always be contented with what we have and there would not be feelings like hopelessness, loneliness, sadness and etc.&lt;br /&gt;I know this might offend many but it's just a thought which you can either read and reflect on it or be offended by it or just do not bother about it at all. After all, the choices are always made by us be it the first step or the follow up but in the end, we would have to deal with it even if it's for the better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out and trying despite the fears but in the end, I just dropped into the abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you say that this is too depressing, let me end with a quote by Washington Irving &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-4866103415313922591?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/4866103415313922591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=4866103415313922591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4866103415313922591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4866103415313922591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/03/tis-better-to-have-loved-and-lost-than.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-2815832373010727663</id><published>2009-03-10T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:51:13.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>History repeats itself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-2815832373010727663?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/2815832373010727663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=2815832373010727663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2815832373010727663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2815832373010727663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/03/history-repeats-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-5642713342142112811</id><published>2009-03-09T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:29:45.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just let it all stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-5642713342142112811?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/5642713342142112811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=5642713342142112811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5642713342142112811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5642713342142112811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-let-it-all-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-5472499921130704638</id><published>2009-02-28T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:23:18.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keeping this facade is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;I just long for you to take me to that place once again.&lt;br /&gt;In this place, I'm free to be me,&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it might only be a temporary moment&lt;br /&gt;But it helps to keep me sane in this insane world.&lt;br /&gt;I long for this moment all the time&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it's just me running away.&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's not good for me &lt;br /&gt;However, I still do it often&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of bliss, ignorance and not a care in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-5472499921130704638?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/5472499921130704638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=5472499921130704638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5472499921130704638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5472499921130704638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/02/keeping-this-facade-is-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-5089027150010253602</id><published>2009-02-23T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:27:11.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She looks into my eyes as I try to avoid hers&lt;br /&gt;As I do so, she says: "Why do you always do that?"&lt;br /&gt;I try to answer her yet nothing comes to my mind&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that I had no answer, she continues on by saying:&lt;br /&gt;"I really do not know you at all,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you hide and run away all the time?"&lt;br /&gt;Again, I have no answer to that question.&lt;br /&gt;Sensing that I had no answer,&lt;br /&gt;She gave a sigh and said: "Never mind"&lt;br /&gt;But I knew that it still weighed heavily in her mind&lt;br /&gt;What am I running from?&lt;br /&gt;What am I afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;These are the questions that would plague me for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, even I do not know myself.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;Past failures have scarred me&lt;br /&gt;It has made me afraid to try,&lt;br /&gt;Fear of failure.&lt;br /&gt;Fear of being hurt again is what stops me from even trying.&lt;br /&gt;Even though there's so many things that I want to say,&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't say it for fear of failing.&lt;br /&gt;What would have been were not to be just because I failed to act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-5089027150010253602?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/5089027150010253602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=5089027150010253602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5089027150010253602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5089027150010253602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-looks-into-my-eyes-as-i-try-to.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-8997663075134577401</id><published>2009-02-22T02:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:48:56.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse Pride</title><content type='html'>Reverse Pride?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-8997663075134577401?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/8997663075134577401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=8997663075134577401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/8997663075134577401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/8997663075134577401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/02/reverse-pride.html' title='Reverse Pride'/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-8652689896012329619</id><published>2009-02-22T02:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:48:48.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Of The Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Youth Of The Nation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning rings true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-8652689896012329619?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/8652689896012329619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=8652689896012329619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/8652689896012329619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/8652689896012329619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/02/youth-of-nation.html' title='Youth Of The Nation'/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-5962006816177909181</id><published>2009-02-06T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:24:34.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I had a weird dream last night. In this dream, I was bored thus I bought a plane ticket on the first plane out from this airport and before I knew it, I had landed in Poland and I had taken a bus to this airport and here I was, in a country where I didn't understand the language and I didn't have any money thus all I could do was walk around the hotel in the cold weather, reading maps and also looking around and suddenly, I woke up and it all seems so surreal and after this dream, I have this urge to go travelling and I even thought of doing what I did in the dream which was to get a ticket on the first plane out of the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-5962006816177909181?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/5962006816177909181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=5962006816177909181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5962006816177909181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5962006816177909181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-i-had-weird-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-5200262205132487433</id><published>2009-01-25T03:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T03:09:53.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juvenescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Juvenescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-5200262205132487433?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/5200262205132487433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=5200262205132487433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5200262205132487433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5200262205132487433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/01/juvenescence.html' title='juvenescence'/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-1755630085257474877</id><published>2009-01-23T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:35:31.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, the day is here and as I sit in vista enjoying what's left of my time as a student here, I can't help but to feel sad at what I'm leaving behind. I would really miss this place even though I said that I can't wait until I get out of here in the first year. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Republic Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;Thank you friends who have made my day everyday&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all who have made my time in Republic fun and enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-1755630085257474877?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/1755630085257474877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=1755630085257474877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/1755630085257474877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/1755630085257474877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-day-is-here-and-as-i-sit-in.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-9033762585823991252</id><published>2009-01-22T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:38:54.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>Mixed Emotions are going through me. In the blink of an eye, 3 years have gone by and I can't help but think of how it could have been but then again, as I look back, I don't regret it but there is however, a small part of regret at how friendships have been lost when it could have been maintained. &lt;br /&gt;Would we still recognize each other on the streets years down the road? Would we still be friends? Would we smile and take the time to catch up with each other? If only I could live in this moment forever but time waits for no one so all I can do is to let nature take it's course and see what it would all lead and take me to. &lt;br /&gt;I hope it's all for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-9033762585823991252?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/9033762585823991252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=9033762585823991252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/9033762585823991252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/9033762585823991252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/01/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-3464314457365162107</id><published>2009-01-19T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:01:26.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cogito, ergo sum</title><content type='html'>I think I did but then again I'm sure that I no longer am anymore. I'm not sure if you've noticed it but then again if yo did not then it shall be something that I would keep with me until the end of my days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cogito, ergo sum" One of the quotes that has helped me through the years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-3464314457365162107?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/3464314457365162107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=3464314457365162107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3464314457365162107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3464314457365162107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/01/cogito-ergo-sum.html' title='Cogito, ergo sum'/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-422486469693167739</id><published>2009-01-19T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:59:24.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bottle and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Bottle And I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been a dear and intimate friend of mine. You were always there with me, through the bad and the goods but mainly through the bad. Though your help is only temporary, it has helped but it got to the point where it didn't anymore and that you were an addiction which was bad for me. Problems arose yet I still continued on this path even after a period which I thought that you were forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-422486469693167739?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/422486469693167739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=422486469693167739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/422486469693167739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/422486469693167739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/01/bottle-and-i.html' title='The bottle and I'/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-32165843270242474</id><published>2009-01-11T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:07:10.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-32165843270242474?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/32165843270242474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=32165843270242474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/32165843270242474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/32165843270242474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/01/jaded.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-9178509732334949992</id><published>2009-01-11T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:47:32.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has often been said that if you fail to plan, you plan to fail. But what if you plan the plan yet it still fails? What's the point in planning then if in the end, it still fails?&lt;br /&gt;Once again, plagued by indecisiveness and disappointments, I'm beginning to lose faith. Why does it all always turn out this way? Time to stop trying some may say. I guess that might be true but there's another way and I'll continue on that way and in the process of it I might be apathetic and shut out things once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-9178509732334949992?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/9178509732334949992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=9178509732334949992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/9178509732334949992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/9178509732334949992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-has-often-been-said-that-if-you-fail.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-1378295494290310566</id><published>2009-01-05T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:05:52.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want you to be there for the major events of my life and your blessing in the things that are important to me. You've already missed thus I wanted you to be there for another but it seems like you would not be. Even so, I still respect and honour you and I hope that one day, you would learn to accept too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-1378295494290310566?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/1378295494290310566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=1378295494290310566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/1378295494290310566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/1378295494290310566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-want-you-to-be-there-for-major.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-4173077388937231178</id><published>2008-11-23T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:31:36.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nature or nurture? Would I be able to change it all? I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;Panic sets in, old fears are still there. Urge to run away yet thoughts of others made me stay yet I still got berated. Overwhelming fear strikes, every sense is yelling "run" yet still I stayed. Low pitched sounds drone onto, like a drill that's drilling into your skull. You would never be able to understand it unless you are able to feel it too. Self defense kicks in and withdrawn into an alternate world is all you see......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-4173077388937231178?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/4173077388937231178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=4173077388937231178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4173077388937231178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4173077388937231178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/11/nature-or-nurture-would-i-be-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-9222019692506942430</id><published>2008-11-11T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:07:05.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Give up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-9222019692506942430?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/9222019692506942430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=9222019692506942430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/9222019692506942430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/9222019692506942430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/11/give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-7584586739271033531</id><published>2008-11-07T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:52:50.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that I'm so affected by others? Why do I keep blaming myself for the things which I can never change. I guess it's just because I feel that it's my fault for not being able to help them? Or it could be a self defense mechanism against my own faults and failures that I'm not able to change. Sometimes, I feel that I am placing too much feeling into my friends that I am so disappointed and angry with myself for not being able to change anything at all. I guess it's time for me to let go and see past the fact that it isn't really my fault and being so critical with myself. But I can't just sit there and do nothing can I? I guess it's all about striking a balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-7584586739271033531?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/7584586739271033531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=7584586739271033531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/7584586739271033531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/7584586739271033531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-is-it-that-im-so-affected-by-others.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-3432108586982611132</id><published>2008-10-26T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T03:08:59.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's sermon was a really good one. At first, I thought that it was a message to us about the unchurched but then it was for us to the conservatives.&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, people are shocked when they've found out that I'm a Christian and the first reason would be that I do not look holy but do I really have to look holy to be a Christian? Can't I listen to the latest songs which includes punk, metal and trance? Can't I have tattoos? To many people, Christians are people who are holier than thou, they are people who cover up, do not drink and does nothing bad. In their eyes, Christians are innocent. But after today, I realised that this was not true, instead it's about innocence tested and about maturity. &lt;br /&gt;Pastor shared a very good example about if a mother wants to keep her child free from all negative behaviour and thoughts, what she should do would be to lock the kid up in a room and throw the key away.&lt;br /&gt;Besides just obeying the Great Commandments and the Great Commission, we should really carry the Cultural Mandate with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was that everyday in my life, I'm faced with many different people who all has their own thoughts and thinking so unknowingly, they have impacted me. I should stay true to my convictions and not be influenced by others and the society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, what pastor said was really good and I hope that I would always keep it in mind as I continue this walk in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Titus 1:15  (NKJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 To the pure all things are pure, but to those who are defiled and unbelieving nothing is pure; but even their mind and conscience are defiled.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-3432108586982611132?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/3432108586982611132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=3432108586982611132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3432108586982611132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3432108586982611132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterdays-sermon-was-really-good-one.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-5683884146671287420</id><published>2008-10-21T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:24:59.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiredness and mental blocks are setting in. Why does it seem that everything just comes to a dead end? Everything is just worth naught. It's said that if you persevere through it all, it would all come to pass and make you a better person in the end. But is that even true? Sometimes, I really feel that all I'm doing really brings about nothing in the end. &lt;br /&gt;Only You can make it all right. Give me the strength to continue on. Only with You're with me, can I do all things and I know that in the end everything would be set right. I want more of You, it's your presence and assurance that I need and not anyone else. Elohim, enlarge me so that I can truly grow and give me ideas and creativity. &lt;br /&gt;I trust in You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-5683884146671287420?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/5683884146671287420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=5683884146671287420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5683884146671287420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5683884146671287420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/10/tiredness-and-mental-blocks-are-setting.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-7425548089899095850</id><published>2008-09-29T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:39:05.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway, it's been some time since I've been back form Melbourne and the reason that I've not uploaded any pictures was that I took over 300 pictures. So if you want to view any pictures, ask me when I have my laptop with me. &lt;br /&gt;All I can say about Melbourne is that I love it and I hope that I would be able to study there someday.&lt;br /&gt;During the first day in Melbourne, a wave of nostalgia hit me followed by a cold wind. The first few days were mostly spent on getting to know our way around the city followed by getting our essentials. After the first two days, we went around the city on our own and for various plays at the Arts Centre. We went on a tour of the University of Melbourne and The Victorian College of the Arts. I have to say that I was impressed as the students really depend on their creativity rather than on the equipments. &lt;br /&gt;The trip to Melbourne was fun and it's really something that I would not forget in a hurry. &lt;br /&gt;Memories of the trip and friendships forged there would not be forgotten in a hurry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-7425548089899095850?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/7425548089899095850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=7425548089899095850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/7425548089899095850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/7425548089899095850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/09/anyway-its-been-some-time-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-4829742349883607176</id><published>2008-09-29T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:13:54.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I've not been blogging as often as I would like to as I've been pretty busy these few months with my FYP and various things.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking about a number of things for a long time now but I've not been acting on it so it's all empty words. There are various things in my life that I should change as it is for the better.&lt;br /&gt;God, grant me the strength to change, make me a better person so that I can be a joy to others and be a positive influence. No matter how others may respond or do, please do not let me be affected instead, let me continue on and try harder. &lt;br /&gt;Lord, I know that one person can make a difference so let me be that person that makes the difference. If I do not try, would others try? In the end, if I do not do anything at all, things may not change and it will continue on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-4829742349883607176?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/4829742349883607176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=4829742349883607176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4829742349883607176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4829742349883607176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-ive-not-been-blogging-as-often-as.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-3277234031334780571</id><published>2008-08-15T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:45:56.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith in God</title><content type='html'>This is an essay written by an eight year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Faith in God - Through the Innocent Heart of a Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn't make grown-ups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way He doesn't have to take up His valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to the mothers and fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times beside bedtime. God doesn't have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere, which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn't go wasting His time by going over your Mom and Dad's head asking for something they said you couldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't think there are any in my town. At least there aren't any who come to our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all the hard work like walking on water and performing miracles and people finally got tired of Him preaching to them and they crucified Him. But He was good and kind, like His Father, and He told His Father that they didn't know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said, "O.K."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Dad (God) appreciated everything that He had done and all His hard work on earth so He told Him He didn't have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So He did. And now He helps His Dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones He can take care of Himself without having to bother God. (Like a secretary, only more important.) You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should always go to church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's God. Don't skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides, the sun doesn't come out at the beach until noon anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He's around you when you're scared in the dark or when you can't swim and big kids throw you into real deep water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But…you shouldn't just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and He can take me back anytime He pleases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And…that's why I believe in God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-3277234031334780571?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/3277234031334780571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=3277234031334780571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3277234031334780571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3277234031334780571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-essay-written-by-eight-year-old.html' title='Faith in God'/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-4037083727100867957</id><published>2008-08-15T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:37:13.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting in silence, held in your embrace. It's been a long time since I've experienced that. I would be lying if I said that I've forgotten or let go of you. Even though it has been years since you've left, I still think about your kindness and of the comfortable silence that we used to share all the time. However, I take comfort in the fact that you are now in a better place. You would always be in my thoughts and prayers. &lt;br /&gt;I finally went to the prayer meeting at Jurong West today and I have to say that it was great. For weeks, now, I've had some problems discerning the voice of God and I had certain doubts in mind but the moment I sat down and started praying, God talked to me and I was filled with a burden and I could really feel the presence of God in the whole  place. I feel that I've really come to the right church as everyone is so hungry for God and spiritually strong. I serve a truly great God. &lt;br /&gt;Faith in God. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-4037083727100867957?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/4037083727100867957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=4037083727100867957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4037083727100867957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4037083727100867957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/08/sitting-in-silence-held-in-your-embrace.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-7004546887610560684</id><published>2008-08-11T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:22:19.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nig4Rbeoqwk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nig4Rbeoqwk&amp;hl=en&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;Friends, Jesus has always been there for you. All you need to do is to reach out for Him and He will protect you from all sins and troubles. Trust in Him. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-7004546887610560684?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/7004546887610560684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=7004546887610560684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/7004546887610560684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/7004546887610560684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-jesus-has-always-been-there-for.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-3121854443130884510</id><published>2008-08-09T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:42:08.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite everything that is happening around me, God would never fail to bring me back as long as I seek him and that He is always there for me no matter how dark the road is. I thank you Father for always being there for me. Anyway, it has been a good weekend so far, first  on Friday, I went to celebrate my cell group leader Gloria's birthday. After which, it was down to Holland Village for David's birthday. Today, we went to Gloria's grandmother's house for our outreach program but it didn't proceed the way we had planned it to but by God's grace, we still enjoyed ourselves and it was really a fellowship with my cell group members. I know that tomorrow would be a great day again as I'm placing my trust in God.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, God is truly our provider, all we have to do is receive Him in our hearts and do all that is good in His eyes.Trust in God and He will help you to overcome all the disappointments in your life, no matter how dead something may be, God would still be able to do a miracle. &lt;br /&gt;Trust in God friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-3121854443130884510?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/3121854443130884510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=3121854443130884510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3121854443130884510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3121854443130884510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/08/despite-everything-that-is-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-4762866466210712182</id><published>2008-08-03T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:50:43.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always hung around the back, hiding between the pages of the book. I just have to say that I'm reliable and should you need me, I would be there but as a result, I feel that I am being taken for granted. Although I know that in the end, it is God who will judge me and that is all that is needed, I just wish that I could be noticed sometimes instead of just always being in the background and helping others when they need it and going back to the shadows when I'm done. I want to feel appreciated, I want people to notice me. Is that too much to ask? Can't you see this even though I'm doing obvious things right in front of you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-4762866466210712182?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/4762866466210712182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=4762866466210712182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4762866466210712182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4762866466210712182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-always-hung-around-back-hiding.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-6727296057332966377</id><published>2008-08-01T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:38:21.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything is going to pieces. Is this all a test? Help me Father, show me the way. I long for your loving embrace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-6727296057332966377?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/6727296057332966377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=6727296057332966377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/6727296057332966377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/6727296057332966377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/08/everything-is-going-to-pieces.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-7341099033468657910</id><published>2008-08-01T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:35:16.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walking on the streets&lt;br /&gt;Strangers walking fast past me&lt;br /&gt;Tears begin to form&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-7341099033468657910?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/7341099033468657910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=7341099033468657910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/7341099033468657910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/7341099033468657910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/08/walking-on-streets-strangers-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-2214468769654535922</id><published>2008-08-01T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:29:25.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Constant ringing in my ears,&lt;br /&gt;While sitting here in silence&lt;br /&gt;Out of the corner of my eyes appear tears&lt;br /&gt;As I think of your absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be selfish,&lt;br /&gt;In wanting you here&lt;br /&gt;But do you know my anguish?&lt;br /&gt;I just wish you would appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding everything behind all my smiles;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that all is fine,&lt;br /&gt;When I really feel like one of the exiles&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone on this thin line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see&lt;br /&gt;That all I need is a friend&lt;br /&gt;From all these I wish to be free&lt;br /&gt;But emptiness is all I have to contend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish we could talk&lt;br /&gt;To share our joy and fears&lt;br /&gt;But as I take a walk,&lt;br /&gt;Out of the corner of my eyes appear tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-2214468769654535922?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/2214468769654535922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=2214468769654535922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2214468769654535922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2214468769654535922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/08/constant-ringing-in-my-ears-while.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-3739359297090992465</id><published>2008-08-01T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:03:00.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it's just the things that aren't said or the things that aren't done that matters and hurts the most. I just wish ...... Never mind. What would you have me do Father? I'm somewhat disappointed that there isn't any service at my church this weekend however I hope that the word at FOP will be good and that I can truly feel recharged for the next week.&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way Father, help me, guide me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-3739359297090992465?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/3739359297090992465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=3739359297090992465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3739359297090992465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/3739359297090992465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-its-just-things-that-arent.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-6450817884227618820</id><published>2008-07-27T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:06:51.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's service was really good though and it was really a sermon of the season. Today's sermon was by Pastor Derek and it was my first time hearing him preach. The topic was about finishing the race. Most of the things that were said are really true and at then end, we learned of how to finish the race.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the sermon, there was an altar call for those who were tired, felt like giving up and such and though I didn't go down, I could really feel for what Pastor Derek said and slowly, I begin to remember the things which have happened this past week and how I had really fell and hurt myself and in the process, I felt that God wasn't there and I felt really tired, dry and I felt like giving up. Now, today's sermon has really put things in perspective. As I was thinking, I began to confess to God and I asked for His forgiveness and tears just flowed out and it just kept on flowing. I feel that I should really have gone down during the altar call. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are the tests that God has given us as He would never give us a life where He is unnecessary. I believe that God knows me and that He would never give me a test so difficult that I would not be able to overcome instead, I know that as long as I keep the faith, I will find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm saying all these, I still find that I'm still lacking in faith so I really hope that I would have so much faith and I would keep on running the race until the days when my legs give up and that I'm in the arms of my heavenly Father. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-6450817884227618820?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/6450817884227618820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=6450817884227618820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/6450817884227618820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/6450817884227618820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/07/todays-service-was-really-good-though.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-4241060440772901942</id><published>2008-07-24T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:04:26.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today's post would not be one that is religious instead, it will be one that is of my thinking as of my present moment. These are all random thoughts and it would appear as fragments and such but to me, it forms a big picture about humanity and the society so if you weren't interested, I would encourage you to stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We truly live in a paradox.&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, we are so quick to make judgment on things and other based on first glance and or what others have told us. We are always so quick to believe and pass judgment. Yet on the other hand, we probe too deeply into things which are just as simple as it looks. Why does everything have to have a reason? Can't we just leave things as it is?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to swing to the extremes instead of settling in the gray area in between? Can't we all agree to disagree? When will certain have mindsets of their own instead of being mindless drones that pass on the mindset of others to themselves and others too?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sickened by how others let their poison seep into others and that more would also have the poisoned mindset of the first. Why can't we just step back and see if what we are saying is true or is it just a biased viewed based upon one incident? Why can't we just agree to disagree? Why can't certain people have their own thinking instead of latching onto the thinking of others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, we are living in the me first society where humans are such creatures full of vanity and pride that we have a tendency to commit to the behavior and thinking that the world revolves around us. Even objective thinking has subjective views in it&lt;br /&gt;Behind our 'objective' comments are our ideologies, expectations, axioms and maxims. Rarely do we have objective views now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now let's talk about truths. When we talk about truth, whose truth are we talking about? Is the truth you are expounding universal? Is the statement "There is no such thing as truth" a truth by itself? Well, I guess since the only constant is change, people have to learn how to deal with uncertainty. We would have our own truths and realities, however we should be skeptical in believing in totality of our own beliefs, therefore we should take no rigid stances in our so called truths and realities. Instead, we should always renew it. Perhaps we have a system in place, people who are "good" towards us are "good" people, and people that doesn't live up to our expectations are "bad" people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mis)communication or (mis)understanding has to be two-fold. A person might misunderstand the shy man's portrayal of timidity as overbearing arrogance which could lead to the hater being offended into hating or he may choose to The hater, being offended by this shy person then he hater is giving a reaction that rather than an action. To hate is to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a belief we hold that affects the balance of our worry, fear, anxiety, grief, enjoy, etc.? The ideologies we hold, our expectations of others? Does hate derive from the imbalance of such a belief? What if....... What if we discarded such a belief?&lt;br /&gt;In discarding a belief, one acquires a different kind of "knowledge", which now governs one's attitude and behaviour. Is this a new realisation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what we can do is to assume for the best.Like would you rather believe in someone's capacity for benevolence and be wrong about it? Or believe that this someone is a total bad ass and be right about it? Perhaps what we can all learn to do is to give more people the "benefit of the doubt" For me, I've believe that man no matter how bad they may be would still have a glimmer of goodness within but then I'm always being proved wrong in this so I'm quite unsure of it now even though I still do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are not perfect, we have flaws, but these flaws give more impetus for continual thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others have always said I think too much but "who" questions the people who "think too much"? People who think too little? There are many things and standards in life that are "pre-determined" Sometimes, it's a societal standard Like usually it is the socially proficient who calls others socially inept &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now? can we say that we are fully objective in our thinking? That we don't judge others? I can't say that of myself as sometimes, it still happens I make prejudgements of people but like all problems, the first step to a solution is to recognise them so it's really up to us to make the first step. Baby steps are better than inertia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, thinking too much has its drawback too. For instance, if we had too much time to think, we would realise that here we are in the 21st century where war, prejudice and bigotry are as prevalent as ever but sadly when you start "thinking too much" there's little hope of turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've finally come to the end and I'll like to congratulate you for finishing this post if you did and as such, I would leave you all with this quote. "The wise are always in doubt."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-4241060440772901942?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/4241060440772901942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=4241060440772901942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4241060440772901942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4241060440772901942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-todays-post-would-not-be-one-that.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-2305441999211048759</id><published>2008-07-22T11:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:10:18.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;Education?&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SIVOTwqUIJI/AAAAAAAAADs/b8-a_IHNZcs/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SIVOTwqUIJI/AAAAAAAAADs/b8-a_IHNZcs/s320/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225669044020191378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-2305441999211048759?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/2305441999211048759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=2305441999211048759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2305441999211048759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2305441999211048759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/07/education.html' title='Education?'/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SIVOTwqUIJI/AAAAAAAAADs/b8-a_IHNZcs/s72-c/DSC00188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7474320757781679666.post-383350156603427013</id><published>2008-07-22T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T02:29:44.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Often, people have asked; "Does God exist?", "If there is a God, why is there still so much suffering and pain everywhere?". Well, I've heard this story somewhere before and it provides a good analogy for a couple of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;A man went to a barber shop to have his hair cut as usual. He started&lt;br /&gt;to have a good conversation with the barber who was cutting his hair. They&lt;br /&gt;talked about many things and various subjects. Suddenly, they touched&lt;br /&gt;the subject of God. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The barber said, "Look man, I don't believe that God exists!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the man. "Well, it's so easy; you just have to go out in the street to realize that God does not exist. Tell me, if God existed, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain? I can't think of loving a God who permits all of these things."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The man thought for the moment, but he didn't want to respond so as to cause an argument. The barber finished his job and the man went out of the shop. Just after he left the barber shop he saw a man in the street with long hair and beard. It seemed that it had been a long time since he had his hair cut and he looked so untidy.&lt;br /&gt;Then the first man again entered the barber shop and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist!"&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say they don't exist?" asked the barber. I am here and I am a barber."&lt;br /&gt; "No!" the man exclaimed. "You don't exist because if you did there would be no people with long hair and beard like that man who walks the streets."&lt;br /&gt;"But, I do exist, and that is what happens when people do not come to me."&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly!” affirmed the man. "That's the point. God does exist, and see what happens when so many people don't go to Him and do not look for Him? That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world." &lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well friends, it does not mean that the moment you receive Christ in your heart, life would be a bed of roses neither will everything go your way. Instead, it may be more difficult as you would face ridicule or mockery from others. These could be a test from God as He would never giver you a life that would make Him unnecessary. Instead, as a Christian we know that God is always with us and that in the end, we would have eternal life. Let us persevere and know that God is always with us and that no matter how difficult things may be, He would always give us a way out though it may not always be easy but God will always be there providing for us. Though God may give us sufferings, it will never be one that we cannot overcome or withstand instead, these sufferings would make us better and stronger and will allow us to help others. As long as we hold fast and trust in Him, He will show us a way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#00FF00"&gt;And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope. Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us. Romans 5:3-5&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;If God is For us, who can be against us? Romans 8:31&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-383350156603427013?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/383350156603427013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=383350156603427013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/383350156603427013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/383350156603427013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/07/often-people-have-asked-does-god-exist.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-5015894129986014674</id><published>2008-07-20T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T02:05:19.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, after today's service, I really feel recharged and that all my problems and troubles are behind me. I'm now ready to tackle next week and with cell group meeting coming up, I will be more than ready for next week. God really has changed my life for the better and I've never experience such joy in my life and being able to get over things so quickly. I trust God will provide for me and offer me a way out but I know that it would not be easy and that I would have to really put in effort to make it work. I trust in You God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-5015894129986014674?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/5015894129986014674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=5015894129986014674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5015894129986014674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5015894129986014674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-after-todays-service-i-really-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-411014963119486711</id><published>2008-07-18T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:37:23.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, the first Final Year Project is done and I can finally have good rest even though it is only for a few days. I have to say that this week has been quite smooth sailing and it was all by the grace of God and because I prayed for it. However, now I'm really drained and I can't wait to go to church to recharge and to prepare for the week ahead. I know that the sermon would be good and I can't wait to go to church. Certain things have happened and I wished that it didn't but I guess that's the way it would be. Anyway, I've wrote a poem but it's a something which I came up in 5 minutes thus it's not that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An echo fades into the night,&lt;br /&gt;A mournful sound.&lt;br /&gt;As you disappear from sight, &lt;br /&gt;I crumble to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here all alone&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the past,&lt;br /&gt;Of how our friendship has flown&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that it would last.&lt;br /&gt;These days, when I saw hi&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a smile from you&lt;br /&gt;All you do is to say bye&lt;br /&gt;And bid me adieu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dazed, I stare at the stars above&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could find the reason&lt;br /&gt;But it’s all like a released dove,&lt;br /&gt;And it all begins to darken.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how it used to be,&lt;br /&gt;When we shared all our fears and delights&lt;br /&gt;You were a treasured friend to me&lt;br /&gt;How can I make it all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling cold and lonely,&lt;br /&gt;It’s all that I feel&lt;br /&gt;Is this for me only?&lt;br /&gt;The sadness is too real&lt;br /&gt;Should I back away and build a wall&lt;br /&gt;To hide how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I give you a call?&lt;br /&gt;I need these to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I should say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I’ll see this day.&lt;br /&gt;All I can ask is why&lt;br /&gt;Why would I feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;I wish we were still friends&lt;br /&gt;But the feelings are too much to bear&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this is the end&lt;br /&gt;Though as a friend I really care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-411014963119486711?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/411014963119486711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=411014963119486711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/411014963119486711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/411014963119486711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-first-final-year-project-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-5141610530427276353</id><published>2008-07-12T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:26:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had planned to post this on Friday but I was too tired and feel asleep thus I didn't managed to blog about it. Anyway, in this week's Studio Production, I did a totally new role which is ...... Talent. Haha! What's more? I was the host, which was the main role. Finally, I've overcome my fear of appearing before the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week's service was by Rev. Dr. Kong. Pastor was back ad it was a great service where all of us enjoyed it. Pastor Kong is truly someone who knows how to speak to us all, through the use of everyday language but still maintaining the context of the word of God. He encouraged us to pray longer and louder and for us to help the church to grow bigger. Today, we learnt that God does not work through method or procedures but through Men and Women. God uses us to do great things. He can make use of even the smallest of us so all we have to do is to trust in God. We learnt about Self-Image, Self-Worth, Self-Esteem and Self-Respect. &lt;br /&gt;Self-Image is how we see ourselves. God made us into his image  and thus we should be happy with what we are. But first, we must know who God is before we can be in His image.&lt;br /&gt;Self-Worth is how much we are worth or are valued. We are all valued very much by God. We are worth His son Jesus Christ dying on the cross for us therefore no matter what others may say, we are valuable and worth a lot to God.&lt;br /&gt;Self-Esteem is how we feel about ourselves. We should always feel good about ourselves and truly experience God.&lt;br /&gt;Self-Respect is respecting your own dignity.&lt;br /&gt;With all these, we would be secure and thus be willing to be secure to serve as we are secure that no matter what we do, we would not fear losing respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel that there are certain things which I should just give up on. If no matter how hard you try to be a friend for someone, and they do not appreciate it, I guess it's just time to move on and find someone better. Furthermore, there are certain traits which you have to look for before treating a person as a true friend like someone who is wise and will help you to grow instead of leading you astray. There are many more but I feel if anyone lacks any of the qualities, it would be better as to treat them as a friend and not close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I just want you to know that all things are possible when you walk with God and you would change for the better. All your faults and bad habits would be replaced with something good and you would truly change for the better and people around you and even you yourself would be able to see the change. When you receive God, Christ will live within you and when you walk, He is walking with you and when you stretch out your hand and pray for someone, it's as though Christ is stretching out His hand and praying. So friends, I hope that all of you would be willing to receive Christ and become a new and better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-5141610530427276353?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/5141610530427276353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=5141610530427276353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5141610530427276353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/5141610530427276353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-had-planned-to-post-this-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-2737395296718030011</id><published>2008-07-08T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:54:20.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SHN_Y8CckYI/AAAAAAAAADk/bYidO5cGzkE/s1600-h/visit-beas-fyp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SHN_Y8CckYI/AAAAAAAAADk/bYidO5cGzkE/s320/visit-beas-fyp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220656459462513026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey friends, finally My FYP is done and we are having our exhibition this Thursday so if you would like to come, you're most welcome to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-2737395296718030011?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/2737395296718030011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=2737395296718030011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2737395296718030011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2737395296718030011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-friends-finally-my-fyp-is-done-and.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SHN_Y8CckYI/AAAAAAAAADk/bYidO5cGzkE/s72-c/visit-beas-fyp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7474320757781679666.post-4444815823185424860</id><published>2008-07-06T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T02:44:57.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's cell group was a continuation of yesterday's service. It was all about overcoming disappointment and inner vows. After these two days, I realised that I really haven't really let go about certain things. It's just that I had gotten so used to burying it and that I've buried these so deep that I've forgotten about it and that after the service and cell group meeting, all of these just resurfaced and now I know that it's not because of one single event that has caused me to be so but a series of events. Once again, when Gloria was talking to us, there were some topics that really hit the nail on the head and I could feel all the emotions rushing up and when Sharlynn  laid her hands on me, I started sobbing once again and more events started surfacing and I need to let all of these go. After which, Gloria laid hands on me and prayed for joy. At first, nothing seemed to happen and I still felt the sadness within me but after a while, I just felt this feeling within me and I started laughing and I laughed until my abdomen hurt. After we stopped laughing, I still kept smiling and there were times when I just burst out laughing again. Man, the feeling is really great.&lt;br /&gt;So therefore, now all I can do is to confess all of these to God, talk to Him and hope that He can take it from me and replace it with something good. I put my faith in you Lord, I know that you have my future planned for me and that it's going to be a great one therefore Lord, I pray that you would make use of me. I hope that I would be able to let go of all my disappointments, resolve all of it the proper way and reconcile with the people who have disappointed me. God bless. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-4444815823185424860?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/4444815823185424860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=4444815823185424860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4444815823185424860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4444815823185424860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/07/todays-cell-group-was-continuation-of.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-6284366459768822126</id><published>2008-07-06T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:14:29.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Riverwalk for the second lesson of CIC. I learnt that going to church can be summed up in 3 letters; CIP. No, not Community Involvement Program. Haha! Rather, it's Celebration, Inspiration and Preparation. When we go to church, it's to celebrate therefore we have fun by worshiping God. Inspiration as we get inspired when we go to church and it's to prepare us for what's in store for us in life and that we are able to apply what we have learnt. After Riverwalk, we proceeded to Expo for the service and it was really an excellent one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's service was about deliverance and it was truly an excellent service. However, before the service, as I've said before, I had a revelation and after today's sermon, I realised that it all ties in and that God truly has a purpose for me in life. Anyway, as pastor Mike Connell was preaching, I agreed to many thing wholeheartedly and that it  was all really true and that I've and am still experiencing those things now. There were many times when pastor really hit the nail on the head and that I really had a heavy feeling in my chest and it just got heavier and my heart just started beating so fast and from what I've heard, there are different type of deliverance and that there was such a thing as silent deliverance. Anyway, when the sermon was over, pastor Mike told us to pray to God and when I did that, memories of my past just came to mind and tears just flowed out and soon, I was just sobbing my heart out and it just continued. It has been such a long time since I've cried like this. I've always told myself to be strong and not to cry and even if I did, it was just just a few drops but today, I just started sobbing and sobbing and really cried. I guess it's time I let all these things in my mind go now and that I shouldn't really hide it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I want all of you to know that God truly has a purpose for all of us and that He can really use us no matter who or where we are. We just need to admit our sins and turn to him. He will heal us of all our hurt and meet all our needs. He can help us to get past all of our disappointments and use it in a positive way that will help us to be a better person. God will provide for all our needs therefore, the question is: "Are you willing to let Jesus into your heart? Are you willing to let God into your life?" I hope that all of you would be able to make the right choice as I have and truly be saved by God. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-6284366459768822126?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/6284366459768822126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=6284366459768822126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/6284366459768822126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/6284366459768822126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/07/went-to-riverwalk-for-second-lesson-of.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-7967640505906924973</id><published>2008-07-02T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:26:56.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't go to school today as I want to complete my FYP therefore the whole day was spent at Beatrice's dad office trying to get our lights ready. I feel that after today, I had sort of grown back closer to them once again and I know this was possible as I have been praying to God about it and I hope that by this week, we would be able to complete the lights and have our exhibition done soon and get a good grade for it. I guess I'm not going to school tomorrow either and I'm contemplating if I should go too on Friday. But I know for a fact that I would not go down on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking home today, I started praising and talking God when I came to this part "Lord, I just want to thank you for being there and blessing me since........" During that part, God actually talked to me. I had wanted to say since I've turned to you but before I could say it, God asked me:" Are you sure about that?" and at that point, God gave me a revelation. He has been there and blessing me ever since the day that I was borne. All through my life, God has always been there for me except that it was me that chose to ignore all the signs and to ignore Him totally. I once thought that God doesn't exist and that nothing in the world matters as there is no meaning in everything and anything at all and I had totally lost hope. As I thought about all of these, God continued to talk to me and it was something that we have all learnt which is; God has a path for us, he has created a path and future for us even before we were born. God had wanted me to walk the path which I did, he wanted me to experience all of those so that I will really see Him when the time comes and that I would be able to truly help others who are going through the same things that I've been through. After which, I thought about how God truly is a great and forgiving God and I thought about the passages in the bible about the children of Israel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that tomorrow would be a great day too. I know that it will be as God is looking out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, God truly is a great and forgiving God. His love for us is incomparable and no matter what, He will always be there for us; listening to us, supporting, guiding and blessing us. No matter what, God is always there even though you may not see it but He is there helping you but it's just that you can't see it. As I've thought about this, I became really happy and therefore I would just like to say to all of you that God truly is a great God and through Him, everything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGuB31vGALI/AAAAAAAAADE/oCpHSMyEHQo/s1600-h/IMG_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGuB31vGALI/AAAAAAAAADE/oCpHSMyEHQo/s320/IMG_0661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218407389556244658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGuB4DPjxqI/AAAAAAAAADM/jEl6HslXdaM/s1600-h/IMG_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGuB4DPjxqI/AAAAAAAAADM/jEl6HslXdaM/s320/IMG_0667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218407393182074530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGuB4efgYjI/AAAAAAAAADU/oiVgmxomxXk/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGuArjAMxzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/za0nWFEf_0k/s320/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218406078857660210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-7967640505906924973?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/7967640505906924973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=7967640505906924973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/7967640505906924973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/7967640505906924973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-didnt-go-to-school-today-as-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGuB31vGALI/AAAAAAAAADE/oCpHSMyEHQo/s72-c/IMG_0661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7474320757781679666.post-2559051960805677319</id><published>2008-07-01T12:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:16:18.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless Questions</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been a tad serious in my blog and it's a little like preaching therefore I shall just post this random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Mindless Questions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are flat?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#330066"&gt;Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#347235"&gt;Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is  wet?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word  "lisp"?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;What is the speed of darkness?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#330066"&gt;Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up every two hours?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#347235"&gt;If the temperature is zero outside today and it's going to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold will it be?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;Do married people live longer than single ones or does it only seem longer?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#330066"&gt;Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the  ground?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever stop and wonder......  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I’ll squeeze these pink dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?"&lt;/font color&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Who  was the first person to say, "See that chicken there... I'm gonna eat the next thing that comes outta its bum."&lt;/font color&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#330066"&gt;Why  do toasters always have a setting so high that could burn the toast to  a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?&lt;/font color&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#347235"&gt;Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?&lt;/font color&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but  don't point to  their bum when they ask where the bathroom is?&lt;/font color&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Why does your Obstetrician, Gynecologist leave the room when you get undressed if they are going to look up there anyway? &lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#330066"&gt;Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours?  They're both dogs!&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#347235"&gt;If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, then what is baby oil made from?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#330066"&gt;Why do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#347235"&gt;Stop singing and read on…….&lt;/font color&gt; Yes, it caught me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet  Soup?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#330066"&gt;Does pushing the elevator button more than once make it arrive faster?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#347235"&gt;Why can't we lick our elbows?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stop trying to do it. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-2559051960805677319?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/2559051960805677319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=2559051960805677319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2559051960805677319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2559051960805677319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/07/mindless-questions.html' title='Mindless Questions'/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-7781211580149313510</id><published>2008-07-01T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:42:49.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Sunday, we had our cell group and Gloria's back and we were all so happy that she was back as personally, I felt that without a cell group leader, I could be somewhat lost and that I have all these things inside of me that I want to let it all out. Gloria is truly a good cell group leader who is always there for us and guiding us. The cell group meeting was a continuation of what being a friend is and who you should choose to be around. After cell group, we had a mini gathering where we had snacks and talked. It was truly a bonding session for all of us and that I feel that as a cell group, we are truly growing and I hope that we would continue on and be closer to each other and God. With God within all of us, I know that it will be a fun and exciting journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, Once again, I would like to stress the importance of true friends. True friends are those who would be there for you no matter what and not just to offer a listening ear but to give you advice and help you to grow. But to have true friends, we ourselves have to be true friends. Friends, I want all of you to know that there is no truer friend than Jesus as he laid His life down for us so that we could be saved. Truly, how many friends do you have that could do this for you? Therefore, I hope you guys can see this and be ready to receive Jesus in your heart. No matter what, He will be there for you, guiding you supporting and helping you to grow. With Jesus within you, anything is possible!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless everyone. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random Photos after cell group&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGmnUBzqaTI/AAAAAAAAACE/8KWgvvSBag0/s1600-h/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGmnUBzqaTI/AAAAAAAAACE/8KWgvvSBag0/s320/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217885605809776946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGmnUVdwsYI/AAAAAAAAACM/1pUQcnhmlfU/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGmnUVdwsYI/AAAAAAAAACM/1pUQcnhmlfU/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217885611086623106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGmnUnPXa9I/AAAAAAAAACU/LORlaUj5-Wg/s1600-h/IMG_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGmmkU6ZzZI/AAAAAAAAABs/PzaaaxVMyMQ/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217884786304601490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGmmkihNohI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0WKJAK_i-FU/s1600-h/IMG_0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGmmkihNohI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0WKJAK_i-FU/s320/IMG_0647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217884789957042706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGmmlCIUCKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qLn7Bx_hL6s/s1600-h/IMG_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGmmlCIUCKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qLn7Bx_hL6s/s320/IMG_0648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217884798442539170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-7781211580149313510?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/7781211580149313510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=7781211580149313510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/7781211580149313510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/7781211580149313510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-sunday-we-had-our-cell-group-and.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGmnUBzqaTI/AAAAAAAAACE/8KWgvvSBag0/s72-c/IMG_0649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7474320757781679666.post-626987209331311074</id><published>2008-06-29T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T01:05:11.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning, in my rush to get to Riverwalk, I forgot to take my camera with me therefore I do not have any pictures to post today. Anyway, last night, I fell asleep while using my computer but luckily, I woke up at 6 to finish my RJ and submit it and went back to sleep. Anyway, I woke up and quickly went through my morning routine and rushed out thinking that I would be late however, when I reached Riverwalk, it was still early in fact, I was around 40 minutes early therefore I just sat there and waited for the rest. Anyway, as I was sitting and staring into space there, I was mistaken for a girl because my hair was covering my face but I'm okay with it because it has happened to me a couple of times now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, project super bang was good and we truly relived the fun times that we had during the camp and I would like to say that I truly had a great time in the camp.&lt;br /&gt;After some games, viewing of videos, worship and praises, we broke into our houses and we learnt about being a true friend and how to be a true friend to those that you have chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went with Gloria Goh, Shi Hui, Kai Chin, Carmen and Jia Hui to Long John for lunch (Yes, once again) after which, we proceeded to Expo for the pre-service prayer meeting and we prayed for various things for the church, the people around us and ourselves. Today's service was by pastor Tan and I have to say that it was not a good one but an excellent service. I truly felt touched by the service and it really inspired me to be what pastor Tan has said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's service, we learnt about the true purpose of man, the vision of man which is the life and light of God. Real man are not measured by the roles that they have instead, it is by the purpose of man. Man were made first because Man had a purpose and that Man was the foundation that God built upon. God needed someone to do certain jobs first before Woman would be created. In short, Man has to learn to always pray, seek the presence of God, teach other or communicate, Cultivate other around us to bring forth productivity and be fruitful, be a protector and have a role of ownership and leadership. All of these were present in Adam however, after the fall, Man has lost all of these therefore, all man should learn to get these vision back again and truly be a real man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today's service, we proceeded to Changi Airport for fellowship and we truly had fun and through the entire dinner, I was speaking in third person view which is really fun and it helps to improve your language too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, God made us all not to be alone instead, we have a need for companions, people who would be there for us no matter what, true friends. Therefore cell groups are very important. When you receive God in your heart, He will place you in a cell group that is best suited for you. In this cell group, the people in it would help you to grow spiritually and they would also be there to help through any problems that you would have and not only that, they would also be there to share your joy. In a cell group, it's like a mini family where each and everyone plays their part to make it really seem so and through fellowships, we can all grow together so friends, I would urge you to choose the people around you well and it's best to choose friends who would be there with you no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I would just like you to know once again that God would truly provide for you and He will show you vision of where you should be like I had this thought a couple of weeks back and today during service, during a certain point, pastor talked about this and then I knew that that truly is the path which God wants me to be and I'll work towards and I know that I would be able to do that as long as I have God with me. Therefore friends, I would just like to encourage everyone to pray as God wants to hear from us and that He is a very personal God who wants to communicate with us.&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, God truly is a great God and He's knocking at you door. Make the choice to be saved by God and receive Jesus in your hearts today. You would begin to see a change for the better in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-626987209331311074?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/626987209331311074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=626987209331311074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/626987209331311074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/626987209331311074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-morning-in-my-rush-to-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-1943164034090083788</id><published>2008-06-28T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T06:31:41.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I've just got home after a night of filming of Bibik Ahmad at the Substation. It was tiring but I must say that it was fairly interesting. I went home straight after the performance and I'll be doing my RJ in a moment's time after which, I would need to go to bed as I have to be at Riverwalk at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson was Studio Production and we did more stuffs in the interactive and I must say that I do not know anything about it and therefore, there was a number of problems that we encountered. I feel that I should have known and done more which could have helped my team mates to learn more however, I've realised the need to do more self study and practice so that I would be able to do well. After class, we went to STA labs  to draw out the equipment that we needed for the evening recording and we proceeded down to Substation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, I just want all of you to know that God truly is always there for us and he 's knocking at our door therefore we should all open it and embrace Him with wide open arms. This morning, when I woke up, I was very tired and lazy and didn't want to go to school and this has happened to me plenty of times and most of the times, I would not go to school instead, choosing to continue sleeping however, before today, I've prayed for God to grant me strength to withstand all temptations and of my habits and I would like to bind all of these and before I knew it, I was on the bus to school and that I was so early for school. Therefore friends, I want all of you to know that as long as we place our trust in God, he will provide for us therefore I hope that others would see this and be willing to be saved.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, how long more can we fool ourselves and continue to have a harden heart. Accept God and you would see that your life would grow to be so much better. God will answer all your prayers and he will grant you the strength and ability to do the things that you want to like quitting your bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photos of Studio IG at Substation on 27 June 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGUjo2dQRsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uwUjF9qOwok/s1600-h/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGUjo2dQRsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uwUjF9qOwok/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216614928098543298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGVqAF24fVI/AAAAAAAAABE/KuO615M2iR4/s1600-h/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGVqAF24fVI/AAAAAAAAABE/KuO615M2iR4/s320/IMG_0634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216692293183503698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGVqAj2lOEI/AAAAAAAAABM/btCQB1FBlc8/s1600-h/IMG_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGVqAj2lOEI/AAAAAAAAABM/btCQB1FBlc8/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216692301235304514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGVqA2CyVHI/AAAAAAAAABU/XCfOXj5cQN4/s1600-h/IMG_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGVqA2CyVHI/AAAAAAAAABU/XCfOXj5cQN4/s320/IMG_0643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216692306118333554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-1943164034090083788?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/1943164034090083788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=1943164034090083788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/1943164034090083788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/1943164034090083788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-ive-just-got-home-after-night-of.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_To0Vgu9L0Jo/SGUjo2dQRsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uwUjF9qOwok/s72-c/IMG_0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7474320757781679666.post-4186166677846900252</id><published>2008-06-26T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:07:30.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week truly has been a roller coaster ride for me and I think that I may be going through Andropause. Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during advertising on Wednesday, it really brought me back to a thinking that I had some time ago. It reminded me about commercialism and how it has eroded the value of our society. It's just plain disgusting how mega corporations are making use of everything to make more money, holidays no longer hold to their true meaning and we are always buying something that we have no need for and at the rate of production, we can never keep up.It's all these that create an emphasis on things like beauty and such and they are all portraying the wrong image. Even intangible things like Happiness and Health are now being measured in commercial terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a lighter note, I feel that as long as we keep our faith in God, we would not be affected and that in the end, everything would work out in the end. Dear friends, I just want to say this:" You may all say that God isn't true and I would like to say that I once thought this way however when I say that God answers our prayers, you would say, it's just coincidence and or luck. But is there really so much luck or coincidence ? Well, I would like to add that these are all provided by God yet you still choose to ignore all of these instead, choosing to rely on yourself instead of God so I would just like to say that it's time you open your eyes and see the good things that God has given us and the great things that He has in store for you. Do not commit to your folly anymore. Turn to God and He will provide for you, Your life purpose, meaning and a great path for you. &lt;br /&gt;God will always be there for you and that He truly is a great God who will provide for you. So now, the question is are you willing to be saved friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt; Isaiah 40:28-31&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#2554C7"&gt;Have you not known?&lt;br /&gt;   Have you not heard?&lt;br /&gt;   The everlasting God, the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;   The Creator of the ends of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;   Neither faints nor is weary.&lt;br /&gt;   His understanding is unsearchable.&lt;br /&gt;   He gives power to the weak,&lt;br /&gt;   And to those who have no might He increases strength.&lt;br /&gt;   Even the youths shall faint and be weary,&lt;br /&gt;   And the young men shall utterly fall,&lt;br /&gt;   But those who wait on the LORD&lt;br /&gt;   Shall renew their strength;&lt;br /&gt;   They shall mount up with wings like eagles,&lt;br /&gt;   They shall run and not be weary,&lt;br /&gt;   They shall walk and not faint.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-4186166677846900252?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/4186166677846900252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=4186166677846900252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4186166677846900252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/4186166677846900252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-week-truly-has-been-roller-coaster.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-2996344759574443582</id><published>2008-06-25T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:09:39.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was too tired last night after tweaking with the template therefore I didn't get to write about yesterday's lesson which I was planning to.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we did CME and at the end of the day, me and my team came up with ...... *Drum roll* The Trekker. Anyway, it's a 4D ride whereby you would get to experience the history of Singapore in a unique and fun way. Through appealing to all the sense, we hoped that the people who come to our ride would learn more about the history of Singapore. We decided to do this as these days, people would deem museums as stuffy and boring therefore, by going for a ride which appeals to all the senses, it would be a much more fun experience. This ride would project image, release scents at the different points, feel the breeze on the back of your neck and maybe the spray of seawater when the image projected is one of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I want all of you to know that God loves you and that He has a great purpose in life for you. No matter what, never give up as God would never give up on you. Have faith and everything else would be fine. Dei Gratia, we are all saved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-2996344759574443582?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/2996344759574443582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=2996344759574443582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2996344759574443582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/2996344759574443582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-was-too-tired-last-night-after.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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-7474320757781679666.post-8136986089826533299</id><published>2008-06-24T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:57:50.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dei Gratia, I have finally found my purpose in life and I want to share it with everyone that I know. &lt;br /&gt;I hope that the people around me would have an open heart and listen to me instead of closing up but I know that with time, it would all be possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7474320757781679666-8136986089826533299?l=x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/feeds/8136986089826533299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7474320757781679666&amp;postID=8136986089826533299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/8136986089826533299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7474320757781679666/posts/default/8136986089826533299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x8vi3r-512.blogspot.com/2008/06/dei-gratia-i-have-finally-found-my.html' title=''/><author><name>x8vi3r</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01853803573974617266</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>
