<?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-14722494</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:38:55.170-07:00</updated><category term='God&apos;s tsunami'/><category term='in spirit and in truth'/><category term='hobby of the year.'/><category term='for those who are struggling too.'/><category term='braveheart'/><title type='text'>mingO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14722494.post-1377666756181021671</id><published>2008-11-15T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:06:24.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i walked down the street one day only to find&lt;br /&gt;a piece of love that had been left behind.&lt;br /&gt;i bent over to take a closer look&lt;br /&gt;but the wind blew it away to a nearby brook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chased it tirelessly with no peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;fearing that it might end up somewhere other than mine.&lt;br /&gt;i saw a man give me a crooked smile&lt;br /&gt;it lingered in my mind for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smile said to me you dont know what you are getting yourself into&lt;br /&gt;it said ive been there before too&lt;br /&gt;love is just an illusion of hope&lt;br /&gt;it is nothing more than a goal-less roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said to myself this cant be true&lt;br /&gt;that piece of love seemed nothing but good&lt;br /&gt;i kept running with one goal in mind&lt;br /&gt;that that piece of love would be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring on the desire&lt;br /&gt;love where is your fire?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-1377666756181021671?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-14722494.post-3301200846057644194</id><published>2008-08-14T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:50:58.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is a tree planted by streams of water&lt;br /&gt;the tree works hard to try to keep the wet soil from eroding away&lt;br /&gt;he blames the stream for his tiredness and all&lt;br /&gt;only to realise,&lt;br /&gt;the stream gives him strength to keep everything together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-3301200846057644194?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/3301200846057644194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>in moments like these&lt;br /&gt;im on my knees&lt;br /&gt;and i pray you hear me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beacause i need your hand&lt;br /&gt;to help me stand&lt;br /&gt;i need to know you're with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me your plans for me&lt;br /&gt;there is no other path for me&lt;br /&gt;i want to walk in your path only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how may i serve you&lt;br /&gt;where are you calling&lt;br /&gt;im lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;search my heart and reveal&lt;br /&gt;motivations that are not of you.&lt;br /&gt;i want to purge myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the guidance of your spirit&lt;br /&gt;that lives within me&lt;br /&gt;i'll be a man after your heart.&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im selfish im wrong&lt;br /&gt;this is not where i belong&lt;br /&gt;im not meant to be like this&lt;br /&gt;faking some kind of bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for me that i will be&lt;br /&gt;a selfless person who is free&lt;br /&gt;to give to love to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;to live like one who is ready to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to give before im given&lt;br /&gt;to seek before im sought&lt;br /&gt;to reached before im prompted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfish la me. really selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-1554993816388597643?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/1554993816388597643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=1554993816388597643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/1554993816388597643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/1554993816388597643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-moments-like-these-im-on-my-knees.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-5465399473168431926</id><published>2008-05-17T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:43:48.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braveheart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>courage is something strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find that i am a person with little courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want true strength that comes from within. not just some front. or not just in things that are simple. but to be strong and courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to take a step of faith.&lt;br /&gt;to do something insane.&lt;br /&gt;to give my money away.&lt;br /&gt;to love someone who may hate me back.&lt;br /&gt;to say things that need to be said.&lt;br /&gt;to rebuke in love.&lt;br /&gt;to stand up for the weak.&lt;br /&gt;to stand among the strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to be courageous when you have protocol to follow. guidelines to living so they say.&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to know someone courageous to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i need to be more decisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i suck at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a braveheart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-5465399473168431926?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-14722494.post-8957764484260431747</id><published>2008-04-08T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:28:37.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they say that in the army, you meet all kinds of people. nerds, dropouts, nerdy dropouts, sissys, chauvanists, clubbers and country clubbers, PSPs and chinese chesses, gangleaders and church leaders and buddhist devotees and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that in the army, you learn to be a yes man. "do this""yes sir" do that" yessir" drop20 "yasser arrafat" (spelling?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that in the army, you find out more about who you are. a leader, a bum, a sacrificial giver, a..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that in the army, you learn the sacredness of sleep and time and family and friends and girlfriends and...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares what they say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the army, what do i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does God want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impact lives positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but okay here are some promises i would like to make to the world around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i will not cover my head in shame or that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i will not change who i am or the way i speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i will not keep talking about army (this one is especially for the girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i will give excellence in everything that i do. in or out of army. and not be selfish with my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i will strive to keep my friends and treasure my family and spend time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i will _________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will have more to add once i go in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you all in 2 weeks and in my new crown of glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and keith/don/wiccan. i hope we will meet soon. may my God bless you and yours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-8957764484260431747?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/8957764484260431747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=8957764484260431747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/8957764484260431747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/8957764484260431747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2008/04/they-say-that-in-army-you-meet-all.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-6937625281352814009</id><published>2008-04-03T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:52:31.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe the music of the world can be turned around to be used to worship God. not all, but i mean some could. maybe not just worship, but also used as prayers to him. i dunno. lets see..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wake me up inside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wake me up inside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;call my name and save me from the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;save me from the nothing ive become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bring me to life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bring me to life - evanescence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuz i want it now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give me your heart and your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hysteria - muse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love is the answer at least to most of the questions in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll tell you one thing, its always better when we're together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better together - jack johnson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tried so hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end it doesnt even matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end - linkin park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where do we come from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why are we here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where do we go when we die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will i be all right, because i believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that after we're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the spirit carries on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the spirit carries on - dream theatre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so save me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ive been on this side alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's beyond it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;save me - alter brigde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somebody save me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let your warm hands break right through me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somebody save me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont care how you do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somebody save me - remy zero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i could find you now things would get better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ocean avenue - yellow card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tidal waves they rip right through me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tears from eyes worn cold and sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pick me up now i need you so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;down - blink 182&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now you've become a part of me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll always be right here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;figure .09 - linkin park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come up to meet you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell you im sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you dont know how lovely you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had to find you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell you i need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell you i set you apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the scientist - coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lights will guide you home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ignite your bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i will try to fix you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fix you- coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after all you're my wonderwall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wonderwall - oasis&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The miles are getting longer, it seems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The closer I get to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've not always been the best man or friend for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But your love, remains true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You always seem to give me another try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;home - daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;i think i made my point. thought its true that many of the songs would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;taken out of context but i guess the real main point is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;music belongs to the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;secular music is fine. i dont condemn it or anyone who listens to it. duh. i myself listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;but my point is that music should go back to God. perhaps its possible to turn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;the spiritual realm around by declaring songs that were once used to express anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;and hate in the context of desperation to God. eg. (see figure .09 - linkin park)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;i dont know if im making sense. but it seems to make sense to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;music was created by God, for God. and the best music on earth should be music that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;sends praises up to the heavens. i really hope one day that christian music / jesus music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;will musically, be the best in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-6937625281352814009?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/6937625281352814009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=6937625281352814009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/6937625281352814009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/6937625281352814009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2008/04/maybe-music-of-world-can-be-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-1356718497292203683</id><published>2008-03-20T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:47:27.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the who: yi hui charlene joey dale abel aaron myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car was unable to join us due to unforeseen circumstances and vern too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing we did was had makan at at an indian kitchen and played zhng-ed bridge.&lt;br /&gt;but that was just a warm warm up for what was to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice skating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling, being silly, falling, trying to turn gracefully, falling, trying to skate backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt skate backwards no matter what. dale could do it in the cross stepping way, but it wasnt really true reverse gear as cool as it still looked. yi hui could do it! haha. damn good la she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but okay, apart from more falling and tango-ing on the ice and challenging who could put their hands on the ice for longer, ice skating was just ice skating but it was really enjoyable. im gonna go back soon i hope. learn to dance or something (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went to makan again. and yh had to go get her retainers. so okay lor. go. hopefully she could join us later at sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she didnt make it. stupid dentist/patient. take so long haha. really sad that she couldnt come back cuz this whole thing was initially initiated by her as a kind of like last time we go out before go america/army thing. but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the rest of us headed for fun in the evening sun at sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall skip the first part at sentosa (*wink* charlene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we all played volley ball, den dip, den some friz passing, den dip, den soccer, den dip, den exfoiliating( i have smooth legs baby, who want to touch? okok. no. besides you. hmm you ah.. okay la, touch la. you are.. omg please touch me. haha. OH YOU? siao. you gay ah. ok la. touch la. EH STOP TOUCHING ME LIKE THAT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; den taking photo with the sunset. really nice stuff. good job on the camera charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the night was just chill and really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing. JOEY IS COMING TO PHUKET. i cant believe it! so last minute also can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;power la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ming enjoyed himself yesterday alot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;but something in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;is burning like a fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;its the fire of my desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-1356718497292203683?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/1356718497292203683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=1356718497292203683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/1356718497292203683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/1356718497292203683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-3501190584149143334</id><published>2008-03-15T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T09:52:38.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPINESS!!! (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;why do i say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i find myself increasingly unable to be happy and relaxed and candid and just in a state of the world dont get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, the joy of the Lord must be upon me and no matter what may come my way, i'll still rejoice and again i say rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's quite tough when you got alot to think about and alot on your mind and alot to consider and alot to meditate on, did i say alot to think about yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so  you see, there is alot of depressing stuff that can cause you to be depressed, and alot of worries that can cause you to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but let happiness make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not convinced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i try you know? i try to be joyous and joyful and rejoyce. (i know la. spelling...) but it kinda comes to a point where you know its just some plaster mask that you put ontop of your plastic face that is really covering your plastic smile and and that is really only truth when you turn the smile upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas. i was just msn-ing cheyl the other day. it was really just out of the blue. but perhaps God had a part in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she was high.&lt;br /&gt;i asked why?&lt;br /&gt;she said there was no reason&lt;br /&gt;i said haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i tried again and said&lt;br /&gt;what's getting you high today?&lt;br /&gt;she said she just is.&lt;br /&gt;and that she did it to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said. "self induced?"&lt;br /&gt;she said yeah!&lt;br /&gt;i asked, how?&lt;br /&gt;she said, just laugh at everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like woot?&lt;br /&gt;thats retarded&lt;br /&gt;she said HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we talked nonsense&lt;br /&gt;and she HAHAHAHA-ed at everything&lt;br /&gt;i was like, this cant be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i was a little down&lt;br /&gt;she said. aww(or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she said. really ah?&lt;br /&gt;i said these things can bluff also ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i kinda decided okay i'll try&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to be high&lt;br /&gt;i did a ha ha ha once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;i was home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, i felt a little happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess, it might have worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont mock those people who plastic smile. it just might work for sad sad you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take your mind off&lt;br /&gt;dont feel down&lt;br /&gt;cast all your cares&lt;br /&gt;life is to short to not enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each of the above go out to someone. they know who they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-3501190584149143334?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/3501190584149143334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=3501190584149143334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/3501190584149143334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/3501190584149143334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2008/03/happiness-why-do-i-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-254780871234096374</id><published>2008-03-12T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:27:40.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like I'm paranoid looking over my back&lt;br /&gt;It's like a whirlwind inside of my head&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within&lt;br /&gt;It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPR: Kut - linkin park&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-14722494.post-2843646477626425399</id><published>2008-03-02T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:07:45.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cardiac arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only you knew how i felt, maybe you wouldnt do what you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-2843646477626425399?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/2843646477626425399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=2843646477626425399' title='0 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nan situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jing tui liang nan is chinese. it means. forward and backward are both equally difficult. meaning that you dont really know what to do because every decision you make seems to have bad repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what should i do when im in a JTLN situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let sometimes, life gives you 2 identical looking apples. red, big, fresh. only thing is, one of the apple is a bomb and the other is an apple. and you cant tell the two apart. the first apple you touch, you must bite, so you cant really weigh the apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you're given a 3 choices. apple A, apple B or no apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take an apple and it might be a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take an apple and it might be an apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take no apple and you're left hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. yes, you're right. you can eat other things. but you know, nothing would satisfy like an apple would right now. oranges are too sour, watermelons are too juicy, bananas leave a bad taste in your mouth and durians are out of season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an apple would be just nice. but dilemma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just might bite into that apple sized bomb that would explode in your mouth leaving you never to be able to taste an apple again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will time really tell whether the apple is really an apple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it might. cuz the real apple would rot. thats not too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about the advice people give? do they really know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one really knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows! but we cant really hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-8731913738242670716?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-14722494.post-3844437840741026945</id><published>2008-02-29T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:22:43.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-3844437840741026945?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/3844437840741026945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=3844437840741026945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/3844437840741026945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all,&lt;br /&gt;even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok [x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing and waves are crashing&lt;br /&gt;and stars are falling all for us&lt;br /&gt;days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you I'll be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all,&lt;br /&gt;even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're my&lt;br /&gt;you're my, my&lt;br /&gt;my true love&lt;br /&gt;my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;please don't throw that away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm here, for you&lt;br /&gt;please don't walk away and&lt;br /&gt;please tell me you'll stay, stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will&lt;br /&gt;pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;and I know I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;though my skies are turning gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your guardian angel - red jumpsuit apparatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a lame song i thought when i first heard it. but im listening to it again as derek asked me to teach him how to play. and i just realised, its quite a nice song. cheesy lyrics but still the feelings are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICHEs are most of the time true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, check out some of the comments left by viewers of the video on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my guy friend knows how much i luv this song.... then he sang it to me on V-day and my b-day! i loved it soo much! i was reading a book and then an ampifire comes then my guy friend with a guitar! i was like cryin! lol.. then i kissed him! now we're goin out! lolz it luvv this song!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; - lovejb5555&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ampifire. lol.. nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've always wanted a guy that will express his feeling for me.Like tell me how much he loves me.You know?It's hard to find a guy like that.Too many guys are too worried that their friends will make fun of them and stuff.://It's sad.&lt;/em&gt; - ashleyroseP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashley, is it really that hard? the guy might be staring you in the face and you didnt notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I absolutly love this song. i am actually using it as my wedding song this fall. Ive been through alot, but i found the perfect man who has helped me through it all, rough nights, my therapy, he has been my guardian angel! -&lt;/em&gt; creepers49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. wedding song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these comments make me wanna be the perfect man. serious. the perfect man for the perfect woman. though im a shithead alot of the time, i hope i'd still qualify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world has too many nice guys. we need more men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfectming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-8004685558949413666?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/8004685558949413666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like sand in an hour glass&lt;br /&gt;so are the days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sand trickles slowly and time passes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but each grain falls so damn fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why, i dont wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;life has so much to offer,&lt;br /&gt;well, alot of it is kinda bad&lt;br /&gt;but hey, the bad often turn out good&lt;br /&gt;and if they dont, they just make the good better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i treasure everything like gold.&lt;br /&gt;i do what i am told&lt;br /&gt;yet i dare to be bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only people knew how much i treasure them.&lt;br /&gt;if only sailing knew how much i love it&lt;br /&gt;if only friendster knew how much i hate it&lt;br /&gt;if only i gave my all to everything&lt;br /&gt;if only i kept all i should have kept&lt;br /&gt;and gave all i should have gave&lt;br /&gt;if only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time and again i fail myself at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing is, while writing this, i actually had a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha strange? i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its true, i fall so damn hard on my face, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calm the raging storm in me&lt;br /&gt;open my eyes so i can see&lt;br /&gt;tell me the tales i once heard&lt;br /&gt;lift me up out of this dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im saying that i really need&lt;br /&gt;you to heal these wounds so they dont bleed&lt;br /&gt;im saying my heart is failing&lt;br /&gt;my feet are weakening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you calmed a storm, now please calm this one&lt;br /&gt;if there is something i need to throw off please tell me&lt;br /&gt;oh God, not that. thats too precious&lt;br /&gt;something else?&lt;br /&gt;oh God, not that. that'll hurt others&lt;br /&gt;anything else?&lt;br /&gt;oh God, please not that. i'd rather die!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont want my life. you want my obedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it easy one step at a time ming, for my ways are higher than your ways, my thoughts higher than your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precisely why i am unable to throw these things out my Lord i cannot comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust and obey, for there is no other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i trust when i have not seen, how do i obey, when true obedience comes from the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you trust me like this, (shows picture of peter on water) you obey like this (shows jesus on the cross)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im no peter, im no jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're my Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats great but its still not helping..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-14722494.post-4703565423214145338</id><published>2008-02-15T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:08:22.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treasure is found at the end of a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;momma says you reap what you sow&lt;br /&gt;the treasure comes only after rain&lt;br /&gt;for there to be joy there must be pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treasure is found when you dig deep&lt;br /&gt;its revealed in your deepest of sleeps&lt;br /&gt;my treasure has already been found&lt;br /&gt;but my treasure doesnt know its been found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treasure is found in the darkest of caves&lt;br /&gt;it gives itself to only those brave.&lt;br /&gt;my treasure still evades me&lt;br /&gt;just as my courage always flees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treasure is found in times of need&lt;br /&gt;the outstretched arm, the bended knee.&lt;br /&gt;my treasue is a crystal heart&lt;br /&gt;i hold it close to my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treasure evades those who seek it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treasure reveals itself to those who seek it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both sound possible and full of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;oh what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-4703565423214145338?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/4703565423214145338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=4703565423214145338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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wheel&lt;br /&gt;lets roll on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain has cleared and the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;take out your shoes&lt;br /&gt;lets jump in whats left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusion.&lt;br /&gt;oh i will not hide&lt;br /&gt;distraction.&lt;br /&gt;falling in circles&lt;br /&gt;oh i  must revive&lt;br /&gt;my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sink into puddles of neverending deep&lt;br /&gt;i pray to you the one who makes the blind see&lt;br /&gt;your spirit must come down and turn me inside out&lt;br /&gt;cause right now my body is inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me to the place you call never never land&lt;br /&gt;the place where everything's all right because i hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;divine one come and look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and i will show you what lies behind these eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get close to me&lt;br /&gt;i'm so closed within&lt;br /&gt;im now paper thin&lt;br /&gt;wash away my sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reveal to me&lt;br /&gt;the secrets of my heart&lt;br /&gt;lets never be apart&lt;br /&gt;i wanna run&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-6875064828460804645?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/6875064828460804645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=6875064828460804645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/6875064828460804645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/6875064828460804645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2008/02/song-of-confusion-here-we-go-on-merry.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-6529689118164344544</id><published>2008-02-08T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T01:51:01.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stay, away from me&lt;br /&gt;Build a fortress and shield your beliefs&lt;br /&gt;Touch the divine&lt;br /&gt;As we fall in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I believe&lt;br /&gt;when I don't trust?&lt;br /&gt;All your theories will turn to dust&lt;br /&gt;I choose to hide&lt;br /&gt;from the all-seeing eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destroy this city of delusion&lt;br /&gt;Break these walls down&lt;br /&gt;I will avenge&lt;br /&gt;Justify my reasons with your blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll not rest&lt;br /&gt;Or settle for less&lt;br /&gt;Until you guzzle and squander what's left&lt;br /&gt;Do not deny&lt;br /&gt;That you live and let die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destroy this city of delusion&lt;br /&gt;Break these walls down&lt;br /&gt;I will avenge&lt;br /&gt;Justify my reasons with your blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;city of delusion - muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delusion -- the state of being deluded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a known fact that there are many deluded people that appear on American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deluded and completely absorbed in self belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it dont matter what that Simon as to say. i can sing, and i believe i can sing, and i know i can sing and many people have said that i can sing, one person's opinion isnt going to change mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blunt as Simon might be, he is usually right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blunt as it might be, some people ARE going to hell. and you might be that one person that has to tell them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or I might be that one person who is telling you that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole american idol illustration is bad i know. but what to do, i just watched it last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take some time at let the reality of eternal damnation and separation sink in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-6529689118164344544?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/6529689118164344544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=6529689118164344544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/6529689118164344544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/6529689118164344544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2008/02/stay-away-from-me-build-fortress-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-2370283213405621293</id><published>2007-11-12T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:39:27.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p=w/t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w= f.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for non physicists, p is power. t is time. w is work done. f is force. s is distance moved in the direction of the force)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holds true for everything we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how often we do things without going in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or how often we do the right thing, but take so long to do it that it loses its power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fill my life lord with your power. i cannot create my own energy. and i oh so often waste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do whats right, and let it count for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything done must count. yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-2370283213405621293?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/2370283213405621293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=2370283213405621293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/2370283213405621293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/2370283213405621293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2007/11/power-pwt-w-f.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-1775619130129275823</id><published>2007-11-05T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T03:19:26.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyone ever heard of a blessing in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a jack neo film about gambling, he described the fortune God (cai shen) as being able to come in any form. he might come in the form of your friend, he might come in the form of your neighbour, or even as your friendly neighbourhood carpark attendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing is, you'll never know when he will appear. but when he does, you better hope you are able to pick up on the numbers he gives you (4D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course. i do not believe in the fortune God. though i believe that my God is the god of fortune among many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the idea is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, some of the most blessed blessings (if i may) have been those that come in the form of something seemingly nasty, or something that i wouldnt normally consider a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we all do, if we take the time to think a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny take a walk with your sister the moon&lt;br /&gt;Let her pale light in to fill up your room&lt;br /&gt;You've been living underground&lt;br /&gt;Eating from a can&lt;br /&gt;You've been running away&lt;br /&gt;From what you don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's slippy&lt;br /&gt;Your're sliding down&lt;br /&gt;She'll be there when you hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's alright, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;She moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's alright, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;She moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;Johnny take a dive with your sister in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Let her talk about the things you can't explain&lt;br /&gt;To touch is to heal&lt;br /&gt;To hurt is to steal&lt;br /&gt;If you want to kiss the sky&lt;br /&gt;Better learn how to kneel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on your knees boy)&lt;br /&gt;She's the wave&lt;br /&gt;She turns the tide&lt;br /&gt;She sees the man inside the child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's alright, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;She moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's alright, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;She moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's alright, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Lift my days, light up my nights&lt;br /&gt;One day you will look...back&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see...where&lt;br /&gt;You were held...how&lt;br /&gt;By this love...while&lt;br /&gt;You could stand...there&lt;br /&gt;You could move on this moment&lt;br /&gt;Follow this feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's alright, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;She moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's alright, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;She moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's alright, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move through miracle days&lt;br /&gt;Spirit moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;She moves with it&lt;br /&gt;She moves with it&lt;br /&gt;Lift my days, light up my nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2 - mysterious ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-1775619130129275823?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/1775619130129275823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=1775619130129275823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/1775619130129275823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/1775619130129275823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2007/11/anyone-ever-heard-of-blessing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-2300602316873383122</id><published>2007-10-06T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T10:32:11.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in spirit and in truth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God seeks true worshippers who worship in spirit and in truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many of us worship in truth? i think many of us do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of us acknowledge God as great, awesome, mighty, love, and so on. we acknowledge that he saved us and that we owe him big. big enough to never be repaid. we sincerely believe that God can take us and use us in ways untold. we truly want God to take take take it all. we celebrate his coming to earth and his victory over death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we know that coporate worship is about giving God his due praise and hence we sing his praises because we really want to give him praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we worship in TRUTH. agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in spirit. thats where we often have trouble. or at least, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to worship in spirit, i believe is more than a mental engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often worship God from my head. im not sure how to explain this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kinda like a couple just talking or something. and then HE says i love you. for no reason at all. its just that its true! he loves her. and he wants her to know that he still does and that he iswilling to express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when she does something for him, like say make him a gift, or help remove a splinter, or comfort him when he is down, or give him a massage or something, then he says i love you. thats like different isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that he is giving conditional love, its just that at that point, she was ministering to his needs or bringing him joy, and that causes him to love her even more, or at least comfirms in his heart that yes, i truly love this girl. and then he says it. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its the same with God. i love him. i know i do. but its only sometimes that i feel my love for him is exploding out of my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats when i worship (refering to singing of songs and stuff) in spirit and in truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion. i need weekly encounters with his goodness. or strong reminders about all he HAS done for me. thats when it becomes more than a mental engagement. it becomes an emotional engagement. and then, my spirit connects and becomes in sync with the holy spirit in me. and thats when i feel whole again. restored and recharged. God never meant for worship to be a drag or a duty. he created music and dance and hype so that we would be restored each week, or everytime we worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks. - Yeshua (john 4:23)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-2300602316873383122?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/2300602316873383122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=2300602316873383122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/2300602316873383122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/2300602316873383122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2007/10/god-seeks-true-worshippers-who-worship.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-2120130959094373272</id><published>2007-09-16T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T11:11:05.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive just been hit by the need for simple child-like faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently ive been questioning alot. trying to think of ways to prove God and creation and end times and explaining the reason for my faith. trying to gain knowledge about his word from his word, and from books and DVDs and CDs and sermons and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of that is good. it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i lost my child like faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i believe it because your word says it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pursuing greater knowledge of God is so important for us to Grow as christians and for us to be able to be clear communicators of his word, especially for me as a cell group leader and all those who have the responsibility for feeding his sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is, we cannot lose our the simple faith that God asks for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." matt 19:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. " matt 18:3-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God forgive me for losing my child like faith. its not that i dont believe in you, its just that i sometimes try too hard to make sense of something that is senseless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR LOVE FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of it makes no sense. God, YOU make no sense most of the time. you always like to show off by tilting the odds against you and then showing your power to us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean no disrespect God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just that we, we mere humans(your creation none-the-less) always are unable to comprehend that you are all powerful and always faithful, and we lose our minds trying to fix situations which you and only you can help us fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and situations that you want us to seek you in so that &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; may learn faith and trust and reliance and dependance and all these things that we look to other sources for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lord your love makes no sense. and i dont think im going to try to explain why you love me so. im just going to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lord your promises make no sense, and i dont think im going to try to find out your ulterior motives because they would probably lead me back to your senseless love. i'm just going to believe it, and thank you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many things make no sense. i can only explain it as far as my singaporean education and the wisdom you have given me would take me. but they'd always in the end require my child like faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mingmingboyboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone who thinks your life is like shit. snap out of it and be inspired by this man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhl6T_rqbpg&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/news_details.php?newsID=15"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhl6T_rqbpg&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/news_details.php?newsID=15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-14722494.post-6602832334457450981</id><published>2007-09-14T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:36:10.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>verse 1&lt;br /&gt;fighting the fight for far to long&lt;br /&gt;chasing the unchasable.&lt;br /&gt;pressing on in direction wrong&lt;br /&gt;why am i here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers kept crossed for hope thats gone&lt;br /&gt;pinky promises so fragile&lt;br /&gt;the light i hoped for had never shone&lt;br /&gt;efforts all futile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;time to hope in the cross&lt;br /&gt;time to erase the false&lt;br /&gt;time to take away all of these walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find the real&lt;br /&gt;for a chance to feel&lt;br /&gt;and a hope that has been sealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God, im here at the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 3&lt;br /&gt;the abandant life i should be living&lt;br /&gt;has seemed to be dodging me&lt;br /&gt;but now i see and i believe in&lt;br /&gt;your promises for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i have doubted your love&lt;br /&gt;forgive me for i have sinned&lt;br /&gt;all i want to do is live and serve&lt;br /&gt;with your wind beneath my wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moment of inspiration. but no music. someone please do some music for me and for you and for those who'd be touched by this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-6602832334457450981?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/6602832334457450981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=6602832334457450981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/6602832334457450981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/6602832334457450981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2007/09/verse-1-fighting-fight-for-far-to-long.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-4944729025973653505</id><published>2007-09-05T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:26:29.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deep waters.&lt;br /&gt;cold, crushing pressure.&lt;br /&gt;high altitudes.&lt;br /&gt;thin,suffocating air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i regained my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;the freedom i had once known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like my body and spirit and mind felt a renewal.&lt;br /&gt;like gone with the old!&lt;br /&gt;here is the new (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its like what they say about God being able to help you carry your load.&lt;br /&gt;free you from your load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like walking around with no stone tied to your ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;powerful. i feel powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not with my own power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i know how weak i really am now.&lt;br /&gt;i know that i am not indestructable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless i get some armour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not worried anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still very very tired from all thats going on. [not just mugging by the way you narrow minded kid. (jusk kidding)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel sian half/sian full alot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not bonded like how i felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not powerless like how i felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but free. and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its great. you should try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you dont need it? well, i pray that you wont. but if you do, i hope you just reach out and grab it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you already have it? well i pray you find new meaning, new truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take my hand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold me close,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;warm my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that has been so cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me look into your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and see your love for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me whisper into your ear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the words you &lt;strong&gt;died&lt;/strong&gt; to hear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more that water or air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll sing about &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your majesty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how you came in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and set me free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now that ive found you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never want to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i''ll never have to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because you live in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll never leave me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your by grace you saved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm forever yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because you carried that cross.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-4944729025973653505?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/4944729025973653505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=4944729025973653505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/4944729025973653505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/4944729025973653505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2007/09/deep-waters.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-5408634076482934373</id><published>2007-09-03T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T06:25:19.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE DIFFERENCE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got up early one morning,&lt;br /&gt;and rushed right into the day.&lt;br /&gt;i had so much to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;that i didnt have time to pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems just tumbled about me&lt;br /&gt;and heavier came each task.&lt;br /&gt;"why doesnt the lord help me?"&lt;br /&gt;i wondered and he answered, "you didnt ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see joy and beauty&lt;br /&gt;but the day toiled on grey and bleak.&lt;br /&gt;i wondered why god didnt show me&lt;br /&gt;he said "you didnt seek."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to come into god's prescence&lt;br /&gt;i used all my keys at the lock&lt;br /&gt;god gently and lovely chided&lt;br /&gt;"my child you didnt knock" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early this morning,&lt;br /&gt;and paused before entering the day&lt;br /&gt;i had so much to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;that i had to take time to pray (:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are trying, but know that god is loving (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-something car e-mailed to the many who are trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-5408634076482934373?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/5408634076482934373/comments/default' 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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-14722494.post-1829090202548718742</id><published>2007-08-29T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T06:31:02.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heads or tails&lt;br /&gt;you win or you lose.&lt;br /&gt;its a shit life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find myself blogging a bit more these days because i really need to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping it inside would be like letting some stuff in your face stay there. it might develop into a full blown pimple and look TERRIBLY UGLY. plus, it might explode. better to squeeze out the little white or black head, and never think about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im going to post something less chim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW! OMG. yesterday, ********* gave me a piece of chocolate. for a moment, i felt really terrible because i had a ruffle between my left thumb and index finger and the piece of chocolate in my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like.. "wah lau going to nose bleed tonight already la." but actually, i was worrying about how unhealthy mugging is. UGH. STUPID SINGAPORE LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i just finished the chip, dug out all the chip residue i had in my teeth and then i ate the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put the WHOLE THING IN MY FREAKING MOUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, guess what!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man ******* you're such an IDOIT LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDOIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what the chocolate was made of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milk? cocoa? sugar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 99% COCOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about dark chocolate la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was SUPER SUPER ULTRA UBER INCREDIBLY WAH LAU WEH bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my tian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to wash my mouth with ruffles which made me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i ever want to post like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna know about my life, talk to me. if you wanna know my thoughts, read my mind/blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such posts are meaningless arent they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offence to those who enjoy doing it like that la. its just to me, i wont really read or write like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i star star star the name not because the person was someone "special" but because his/her identity must be secret. ask me if you wanna know why. i might not tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-1829090202548718742?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/1829090202548718742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=1829090202548718742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats right. ive got nothing. but i'll tell you who has got something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-3491783648135497692?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/3491783648135497692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=3491783648135497692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/3491783648135497692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/3491783648135497692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-one-for-those-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-5145750092713320944</id><published>2007-08-15T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T04:49:36.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>take comfort in the sky&lt;br /&gt;in things we cannot see&lt;br /&gt;take refuge in the shelter&lt;br /&gt;built for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whirlwinds sweep past&lt;br /&gt;like my thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;leaving everything in shambles&lt;br /&gt;like how you can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worry not&lt;br /&gt;for i know you are good&lt;br /&gt;your love endures forever&lt;br /&gt;i've always understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your love brings us through all things&lt;br /&gt;my soul sings&lt;br /&gt;my saviour king of kings!&lt;br /&gt;still my heart often sinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faith i have not&lt;br /&gt;though my cup was never empty&lt;br /&gt;courage i have not&lt;br /&gt;though you were always with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me!&lt;br /&gt;im drowning in this sea of iniquity&lt;br /&gt;of insecurity&lt;br /&gt;of i believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;increase dependence increase reliance&lt;br /&gt;i cmi on my own&lt;br /&gt;i will gg&lt;br /&gt;i will pull the plug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plug keeps the dam from breaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-5145750092713320944?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/5145750092713320944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=5145750092713320944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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moment&lt;br /&gt;life a moment of torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you more than i never would&lt;br /&gt;its funny how i never act like i should&lt;br /&gt;im dangling on a thread so thin&lt;br /&gt;for me you hung on nails that pierced your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart implodes&lt;br /&gt;my heart explodes&lt;br /&gt;its dry&lt;br /&gt;dry as gun powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any moment now i swear i would go tick, boom.&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;you always just turn back the timer&lt;br /&gt;take it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to break free and dance in your love.&lt;br /&gt;its not been easy doing that honestly&lt;br /&gt;not when i dont feel you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but your love, has taught me how to kneel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont need your hovering around me like some kind of &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gotta come to the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the door walked a man,&lt;br /&gt;bigger thank life, and twice as ugly&lt;br /&gt;if only he'd known the truth about death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;every tick of the clock is a tick closer to home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every sick little girl is too close to home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you never meant it to be this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each flower should live it's every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the flowers need to get your light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unveil the glory and  shed your light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how about this, i trade one hour a day for what seems like one moment to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont mind just being with you INTENSELY for the amount of time that an electron stays in its excited state and trade maybe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just need to find the real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find the peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find the love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find the fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unmask insecurities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;open blind eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im always feeling like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont i ever learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to kneel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.. how about this. I LOVE YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how about that. have you ever considered that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, just as a man sometimes is unfaithful to his wife, ive been unfaithful to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it doesnt mean i dont love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for your own sake! i hope you believe me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. how about this.. I Love You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or at least you really make me feel like i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn man. why's it have to be so damn complicated all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just really wanting to keep it real, honest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but WHAM! something hits me on the back of my complicated head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. so check this out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im slaving my ass off now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to make the good life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to make sure of my future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to make sure the DESTINY is not affected by laziness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but oh. you just walk away, and i just mug away not KNOWING FOR SURE what it is that im working for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exams are coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit man. freaking scared. hopefully wont be scarRed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need to trust. need to rely. need to not lean on my own understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats what im thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should be trusting, relying, and leaning on a higher understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im rattling everything thats on my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-8288367175540676827?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/8288367175540676827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=8288367175540676827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/8288367175540676827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/8288367175540676827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2007/08/penny-for-your-thoughts-hour-for-that.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-2005663480439449789</id><published>2007-07-29T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T07:27:59.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something from central 3 blog.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;people often say: chivalry is dead. i want to say that its not.you know how often girls/women say chivalry is dead, there are no gentlemen in singapore, no guys know how to treat girls properly anymore? well i say thats ridiculous. there is a huge flaw in their argument. the flaw is that girls/women themselves do not know how to be recieve acts of chivalry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this of course is a very coarse generalization and i mean no offence to girls at all. this is just like an argument to whoever says that chivalry is dead, and perhaps a different point of view for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite often, i'd be on the train, sitting happily on my long journey to town. the train is not packed, but like virtually all the seats are taken. so im just happy, looking out the window, thinking of a new way of greeting my friend when i see him/her/them or thinking about whatever la.then the next stop comes and a women, not elderly, not very young, and not necessarily very pretty, comes through the door. she looks around, and there are no seats. so she decides to just hold on to the pole. she is not injured pregnant or old, but i decide to offer my seat to her. i stand up, ask her to go ahead and take the seat, but she is like shy or something and doesnt want to. so the both of us are left standing there like idiots. obviously i wont go back and sit down.&lt;br /&gt;it was not like she wasnt even intending to sit down because obviously, she did because she was looking around for a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. act of chivalry, but what was lacking was the gracious acceptance of the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, and more irritating and pissingly, is when girls like demand chivalry. that is totally out of line. fortunately not many girl/women are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls of central 3. please dont ever demand chivalry from guys. thats not ladylike at all. and when someon opens the door for you, just get your bumboclaude through the door and say thank you. when he offers to carry stuff for you, just let him carry the thing. he wont think that you're lazy, he wont feel tired (even if he does, he wont say it and if he actually is tired, what makes you think you wont be.) so just let him get sweaty and you just perhaps can offer to carry it so that he can say "no its ok its ok". when he offers to walk you home, dont worry, it doesnt mean that he likes you. and take the seat when he offers you. dont ask for it, unless you really damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls must think this way: i dont deserve it, but i can recieve it ( just like salvation by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys of central 3. please be gentlemanly. go find out the things you can do. these are the ways of the knights and they are good practises. get the door, offer to help, but DONT insist and be forceful about. and if so happen, a girl gets the door for you, it doesnt make you less of a man to walk through it and say thank you. especially in the case of an elevator! just get out first. it doesnt matter seriously. offer your seat to any female whether or not they "need" it. the thing is, you have to offer. if she insists on standing/carrying her stuff/not wanting you to walk her home, its ok. just let her be. thats being gentlemanly too. but try to offer in a way that she cant say no. haha. be it in your actions or mannerisms. (again, go find out how you can do this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. one important thing is that dont worry about how your other guy friends look at you when you treat the ladies well. be confident when you do it but not like arrogant. and let them joke about you. its ok. they will eventually learn from you. ive seen it happen for me haha.and yes! you can and should be gentlemanly towards guys too. this doesnt make you gay. duh. just be brave and do it. you'll get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys must think this way: all girls deserve our good treatment from guys. be they ladylike or not, pretty or not, your girlfriend/crush or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of this, i just hope that we will all become more gracious and have a deeper understanding of this simple yet complicated part of being a civilised society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a pity parents and school teachers dont teach about this much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-14722494.post-1837445600499745062</id><published>2007-05-27T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T02:55:14.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s tsunami'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its sometimes difficult for us to understand what God is going with all this war and fighting and violence and pain. its difficult for us to see that truly, this IS God's tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we must all begin to see that sometimes, it takes destruction for salvation to happen. we must remember that Jesus' body was DESTROYED before he could become our saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we must be part of this destruction. we must be part of tearing down the strongholds and bondages of the devil. it WILL involve people being hurt and broken, but it has to happen. for salvation, out past, our sin, our iniquity MUST be DESTROYED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we as christians must catch the wave that God himself started. it is our calling. we must be bold in facing this huge tsunami that looks like it would crush us. remember. for God to use us, we must first be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to be bold and point our surf boards to the west and take the gospel to the ENDS OF THE EARTH. everyone deserves a chance to hear the word of God. everyone must be saved. it is not God's will that ANY should perish in hell for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we must take up our cross. our cross represents what we have to do. we may have our simons, that help us along, but ultimately, we have to  be the one that carries it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-14722494.post-7866325506725682859</id><published>2007-05-03T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T06:24:51.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God is outside of time.&lt;br /&gt;the alpha and the omega.&lt;br /&gt;the first and the last.&lt;br /&gt;the beginning and the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;his love endures forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earth and its people are limited by time.&lt;br /&gt;we live, we die.&lt;br /&gt;we cant travel in time.&lt;br /&gt;we only have 24 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to God, his creations existence would be like a twinkling of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;almost like momentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or does he exist with time. like, God sees things the way we do.&lt;br /&gt;eg: i see my hand scratch my head, and he sees it that way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or does he see everything like a picture. one shot see all. and the picture tells EVERYTHING about the creation of earth to its final restoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-7866325506725682859?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/7866325506725682859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=7866325506725682859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/7866325506725682859'/><link rel='self' 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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-14722494.post-5662055319700399461</id><published>2007-03-16T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:47:34.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>missions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i stay or should i go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-5662055319700399461?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/5662055319700399461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=5662055319700399461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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slumber.&lt;br /&gt;the times of lazing is over.&lt;br /&gt;so much to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;all i have is time thats mine.&lt;br /&gt;put aside pleasures bring on the pain.&lt;br /&gt;no pain, no gain.&lt;br /&gt;no time for sitting around doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;no time for my hobby, chilling&lt;br /&gt;its time to be focused&lt;br /&gt;for focus is the key&lt;br /&gt;to being successful&lt;br /&gt;and not wasting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must remember the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;making sure that i'll never be regretting&lt;br /&gt;if i die tomorrow will i be content&lt;br /&gt;with my life's content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treasure my family&lt;br /&gt;treasure my friends&lt;br /&gt;make sure they know i love them&lt;br /&gt;and that i owe them who i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go sky diving&lt;br /&gt;i wanna feel terminal velocity (;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i need to really gear up. this common test, i know i'm gonna really screw up really bad. its a wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, ive been awake all the while la. just that ive been doing alot of other things other than studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good things may i add. just that, i need to set priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugging is now officially my hobby of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-4616662039039208884?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/4616662039039208884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=4616662039039208884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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congregation is singing " i worship you in spirit and in truth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, only 5 out of 500 are worshipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder whose fault it is when a session of worship "fails"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the band does not matter. in fact, as long as there is no band, worship can &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; occur as long as the worshipers are in the right frame of mind and of the right spirit. its the worshipper. they are getting distracted by bad singing. they shouldn't be distracted! they should be focused on God. they should be. so what if the guitar is slightly out of tune and if the drummer missed a beat. it should not be affecting the worshipper. because he/she should be worshiping with all their heart. the minor blemishes of the worship band would not be noticed if only the worshipper is truly worshipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no. not true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the band matters! of course it does. the band and singers are the ones who are leading. they are the levites. the lead people into the place of divine exchange. mistakes are forgivable but repeated ones are not! where is the punch of the bass? i dont hear the guitar enough? OH GOODNESS cant they hear that there is some feedback?! dynamics! when are they going to learn???? this part, everyone can be giving more to give the climax of the song, where has it gone? the worshipper is not to blame if they cant seem to engage. the band is not creating the atmosphere for it! of course they wouldn't jump. the band is not tugging them to! hands? you wanna see hands lifted voluntarily? well, get your band dynamics right then you'll see hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not true either.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth lies somewhere in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont mean to be critical and condesending toward anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish megalife worship would be powerful. like before. somehow, it was better before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was the band&lt;em&gt; better&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were people's hearts more ready to worship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know, megalife, we have to do something. im not sure what it is, but i wanna be a part of a life changing worship ministry or part of ready-to-worship-wholeheartedly congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;there's GOTTA be more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, lets all work this out together. congregation and band. together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know what for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that we can give God the worship he deserves. not some slip shod stoned lets-get-this-over-with singing. but true, heart felt, as well and powerful use of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there are those that want it. and some of them read my blog. i pray we give only our best. and never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;lets do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-7660981536974375354?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/7660981536974375354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=7660981536974375354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/7660981536974375354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/7660981536974375354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2007/02/lights-are-down.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-1054981461584139621</id><published>2007-02-21T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:52:45.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO 3 PEOPLE. ALEXI, SHERWYN and GERLAINE.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its starting to feel like there is just so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;i recently started a to do list note book, and on it, i scribble all the things i have to do.&lt;br /&gt;and when i start thinking about it, its ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite intimidating actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is central camp programming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is central cell stuff, lots to do, but thank God ive shawn and a bunch of capable potentials shirleen, heather, sherwyn and isabel to help me out. even then, there is still so much. God knows what will happen to me if i din have them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is worship ministry. jammings, trainings, area gatherings (when i play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is school work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is school work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is school work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is sailing training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is family obligation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is MUSICFEST. auditions tmr, friday 23feb. we're playing rebel yell by billy idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then of course, i still have friends whom i would like to spend MORE time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be so stupid if i do all these things and succeed but not have true friends because i have not spent time building the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im drowning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asphyxiated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bury &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont let you bury &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont let you smother &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont let you murder &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how did it come to this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is running out-muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is of God. busy-ness is of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drowning. asphyxiated. suffocating. struggling. emphysematous. enshrouded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"it" is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"it" is everything about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"it" is who i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"it" is my passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"it" is faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"it" is love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"it" is desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"it" is energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"it" is power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me not be caught up in the things of this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take my hand and save me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pull me out of this raging sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me &lt;em&gt;walk on water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me be higher than this mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;call me if it is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking on top my mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;come&lt;/em&gt;" you say everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come&lt;/em&gt; and i'll give you rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but how do i come &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when im still trapped in this strapped vest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm no magician&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't take it off myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know that best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for you made me out of dust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;undo this vest oh Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;raise me from the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;make my blind eyes see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;let my deaf ears hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;turn my water to wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;let mana fall from heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;im gonna need every miracle that you've ever shown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-1054981461584139621?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/1054981461584139621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=1054981461584139621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/1054981461584139621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/1054981461584139621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-to-3-people.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-116782763666758075</id><published>2007-01-03T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T04:33:56.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. its 2007. that means....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135 years more till battlefield 2142 comes to past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more years for singapore to prepare for goal 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1+ more years before i enlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more year to beijing olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 more months to A levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more months to prelims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more months to mid year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months to march hols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 weeks till common tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day to econs r-paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours till bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. apart from that. this year is going to be really exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PnW&lt;br /&gt;2. Central 3&lt;br /&gt;3. end of meaningless study&lt;br /&gt;4. interschools&lt;br /&gt;5. formation of meganano(yeah... must)&lt;br /&gt;6. city harvest talent time thingy with andy and co.&lt;br /&gt;7. As for A's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got somemore la. but i lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the new Jones (j1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR. WAHAHAHA. welcome to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no la. actually not too bad. but you better study. dont end up like me or seniors like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya sian le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-116782763666758075?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/116782763666758075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=116782763666758075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/116782763666758075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/116782763666758075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2007/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-116749726740862870</id><published>2006-12-30T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T10:40:05.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what eli just asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, of course i said "im fine" thats what most people would say since how are you is generally regarded as a type of greeting like "whats goin down muh nigga?" or "hello" or "good day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, if you seriously meant what you asked. a person if willing could probably go on for quite a long while about how they were. which is not what people normally seek in a friendly greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andy says&lt;br /&gt;the phrase cum sentence" how're you?" is actually a mishapen mishap.&lt;br /&gt;by saying this i mean that it is grammatically and lyrically inconcievable.&lt;br /&gt;how are you?&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;how inevitably refers to you&lt;br /&gt;but that is physically impossible since the word how is normally used in sentences like "how do u play basketball"&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, "how are you" is a sentence refers to a question asking about the state you are in.&lt;br /&gt;which does not make logical sense again.&lt;br /&gt;however it has been accepted into the english language over the past few decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what andy said.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think his masters degree in common sense works out for him. he only made sense to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall answer the question "how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, in a sentence i could say that im loving life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but going deeper, theres more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you wanna read on, the rest of it might be really really incomprehensible. try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i say i love life. because i think im living it to the fullest it could be at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving life does not mean loving everything life brings you. and im hating alot of it actually. hating it enough to make me consider how "im fine" i really am. but no, i wont be answering "how are you?" with "_________" (fill in the blanks) anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i'd say i really hate studying. ugh.. like im seriously sick of it. during sec 4 times, i could still say im ok with it. though it felt really limiting and all mugging for O's and prelims. but it felt all right somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'd say that i really hate it. i cant stand sitting down for half an hour reading notes and re-doing(or rather, doing for the first time) tutorials. i just feel it has no meaning at all. im just doing it because i know its gonna affect me in the future. and maybe its just youthful restlessness and agitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, do note, i did not say i hate school. im cool with school cuz school is a tool for a fool to learn tools for the future. and i like to learn. i like knowledge. i like it when i get that "really ah?!" feeling and realise wow, there's actually more to what i thought was general knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like learning. i like friends in school. though i cant say i'm thoroughly enjoying myself in vjc, i find myself still taking home some very dear memories from my 1 year stay so far. i've made some good friends. and i like that! school is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate studying. but i like learning and being educated. this is number one. so in conclusion of this school segment, i'd say, I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i'd like to consider how i'm doing in sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do enjoy sailing a hell lot. just to set the record straight. i enjoy it as much if not more than what i used to when i was sailing 6 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i sail like 2 times a week or maybe like 1.5 times a week rather if im taking an average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im enjoying it definitely. sometimes i wish i had continued sailing seriously and giving myself at least some opportunity at overseas comps and stuff. but more so to improve and be damn pro. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, its one of those things God has told me to lay down. so, its laid down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i happy? no. but i've got joy in knowing that there will be greater things (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sailing aspect. not happy, but there's joy. conclusion: im fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love life. ah.. tricky one. i say i've not worked and thought through some things yet. nor have i done anything. i cant say im happy with things. but then again, its just that i just know. that its not the time yet. i might just spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know God is in control here also. so, im fine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiritual life. read previous post (dec 14 thurs)&lt;br /&gt;so im still fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you ask me. how're you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll say im fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-116749726740862870?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/116749726740862870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=116749726740862870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/116749726740862870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/116749726740862870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-are-you-thats-what-eli-just-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-116737455935867701</id><published>2006-12-28T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:42:39.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas did not feel like christmas this year. like quite sian leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, nicol and jason came over to cook! haha. damn fun and successful i tell you.  pan fried gourmet fish with a secret blend of 5 herbs and spices, dry style mashed potatos that tasted incredible with some secret recipie, brocolli in campbell soup and topped off nicely with savoury deep fried mars bars in vanilla ice cream (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dale, you should've been there. you'd have loved the mars bars. WAWAWEEWA!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yi hui, i know how to make mashed potatos properly now. haha. it was a hell lot nicer than the one we made at your place la. teach you next time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, both of the above are away. dale in bangkok and yh in taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of taiwan. to all those bloody selfish buggers who keep saying "stupid/stoopid/stupeed taiwan" refering to the slow internet speed, shut up and stop thinking about yourself. how many people homeless, lost property, lost loved ones, lost lives and you complain about slow internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of birth pains. -niv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its coming to past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-116737455935867701?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/116737455935867701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=116737455935867701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/116737455935867701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/116737455935867701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-did-not-feel-like-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-116678998487776044</id><published>2006-12-22T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T04:21:35.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to get right with myself. to do the things i need to. to say the things i need to. to care for those i need to. to fight the fights i need to. to give way to those i need to. to stand up for things i need to. to chill with things i need to. to think through the things i need to. to understand the things i need to. to do what i need to. to stop doing what i need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i need to say i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because i need you to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that i want to grow old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-116678998487776044?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/116678998487776044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>gosh i feel so empty inside&lt;br /&gt;i tried to run, i tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran to you who gave me wings&lt;br /&gt;who raised me up and taught me things&lt;br /&gt;but i got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hid from the world the brokeness&lt;br /&gt;no one knew, except your highness&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone are the days where you were&lt;br /&gt;helping me through every tear&lt;br /&gt;i need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you more than water or air&lt;br /&gt;but you dont show up, its not fair.&lt;br /&gt;im bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i cant make it&lt;br /&gt;though i fake it&lt;br /&gt;i know you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where are you i know you're out there&lt;br /&gt;somewhere&lt;br /&gt;i can feel you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see you all around me&lt;br /&gt;nature and all it's beauty&lt;br /&gt;but im blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear you in the wind&lt;br /&gt;in everything&lt;br /&gt;but i'm deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel you hovering over me&lt;br /&gt;i know that you are protecting me&lt;br /&gt;but i need more than a body guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can taste your goodness&lt;br /&gt;but i'm hungry, its useless&lt;br /&gt;feed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smell of the flowers&lt;br /&gt;i smell your powers&lt;br /&gt;but im weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to feel you, see you&lt;br /&gt;touch you, hear you&lt;br /&gt;i need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon why are you hiding&lt;br /&gt;in you i was abiding&lt;br /&gt;did i stray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel terrible when im there worshipping&lt;br /&gt;and singing and dancing&lt;br /&gt;but you dont respond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a king and i am a filthy rag&lt;br /&gt;before you how can i brag?&lt;br /&gt;but i need your attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you're still there&lt;br /&gt;looking on with care&lt;br /&gt;but i need you to touch me from inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comsume me from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;that what its all about&lt;br /&gt;consuming fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate me&lt;br /&gt;take me&lt;br /&gt;burn me&lt;br /&gt;cure me&lt;br /&gt;purge me&lt;br /&gt;mould me&lt;br /&gt;guide me&lt;br /&gt;lead me&lt;br /&gt;teach me&lt;br /&gt;fill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me whole again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world definitely has a hold on me.&lt;br /&gt;but your love is stronger than this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart my soul my love&lt;br /&gt;take my love lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i love you.&lt;br /&gt;though i dont always seem like i do&lt;br /&gt;i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said i do to you from way back&lt;br /&gt;ive slipped and fell but you always got my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time should be no D&lt;br /&gt;it'll come again where its you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lord im crying out&lt;br /&gt;you know what its all about&lt;br /&gt;hear my shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consume me from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to singaporesailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially sarah, ting, sherm, stine, gris, sean, mel, pq.&lt;br /&gt;ya'll did good shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-116611914928575210?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/116611914928575210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=116611914928575210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/116611914928575210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/116611914928575210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/12/gosh-i-feel-so-empty-inside-i-tried-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-116592748287793878</id><published>2006-12-12T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T04:44:42.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back in biz with emo posts. whos ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got into pnw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i go on this ride.&lt;br /&gt;got lots to do already&lt;br /&gt;but by faith.&lt;br /&gt;never really did anything by faith and faith.&lt;br /&gt;here's my chance.&lt;br /&gt;tell ya'll more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who wished me or intended to wish me but forgot to wish me or did not wish me but wish you did wish me happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;its on this ride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;that i gotta hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;behind your wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and i must sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;a hymn of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;from up above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;you alone are cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;you alone can assure me of a great life ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hell yeah. God you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;                                       -ming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-116592748287793878?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/116592748287793878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=116592748287793878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/116592748287793878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/116592748287793878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-in-biz-with-emo-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-116041368798907940</id><published>2006-10-09T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T10:08:08.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>promos over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;predicted results : &lt; EESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad case la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i must not slack next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to  sarah, ting, alexi, elliot, kyne(hey! that rhymes. wowowo)  and ocassionally shaun and david whom i studied with during this trying period. we're all in this S**t together la. (except kyne) lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice playing of little fighter on laggy com (ya. we were THAT bored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about it, its ultra sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but time is flying too fast for me to feel sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cease the moment baby. wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. this entry is going to be a not so emo one la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a few things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, dm Co. has officially been established.&lt;br /&gt;subscribe now and recieve an early bird rate of VERY CHEAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;post exams special!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. how to play guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. finding the right tone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. buying a guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. taking care of your guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. naming your guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. smashing your guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all for the low price of (prices are negotiable)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;are you ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;goodnight. i need to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-116041368798907940?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/116041368798907940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=116041368798907940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/116041368798907940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/116041368798907940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/10/promos-over.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-115721455874153087</id><published>2006-09-02T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T05:34:02.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was think about it the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, what does it mean to wait for true love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, if there are 2 ppl,hopefully a guy and a girl(lol), and they both know that they like each other and each other likes them. but they both know that "true love waits" and they both agree that is something good that they should live by. and lets also say they are megalifers.. meaning, wait till 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. whats goings to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, how are they supposed to like deny the fact that they have feelings for each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are they gonna just like forget it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it possible to just forget it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it possible to "zhi zi pian zhi zi"(ownself bluff ownself)? [lol jia hao]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry.. nothing is going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just a what if thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could happen to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could be YOU *points out of your screen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone anwer me if you see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to be using the com for about a month. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computer fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy studying all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-115721455874153087?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/115721455874153087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=115721455874153087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/115721455874153087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/115721455874153087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-think-about-it-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-115625926283296914</id><published>2006-08-22T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T08:07:42.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A human being is a part of the whole, called by us Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest - a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Albert Einstein, quoted in H Eves Mathematical Circles Adieu (Boston 1977).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"When you plant lettuce, if it does not grow well, you don't blame the lettuce. You look for reasons it is not doing well. It may need fertilizer, or more water, or less sun. You never blame the lettuce. Yet if we have problems with our friends or family, we blame the other person. But if we know how to take care of them, they will grow well, like the lettuce. Blaming has no positive effect at all, nor does trying to persuade using reason and argument. That is my experience. No blame, no reasoning, no argument, just understanding. If you understand, and you show that you understand, you can love, and the situation will change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;-Thich Nhat Hanh,Vietnamese Zen Master and Spiritual Leader From his book: Peace Is Every Step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-115625926283296914?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/115625926283296914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=115625926283296914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/115625926283296914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/115625926283296914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/08/human-being-is-part-of-whole-called-by.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-115514191773427909</id><published>2006-08-09T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:45:17.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally. something worth blogging about. though its like 3 days gone, but its still a vivid memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOP. if you were blessed by it, say(tag) amen! oh yeah.. i will give it amen^n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning, ming was once again, losing steam. ming needed more water and more fire for the steam to be produce. recalling that round about the same time last year, he was banging his head and singing his heart out to God with hillsongs and delirious, ming was hoping for the same experience this year. he hoped and prayed that God would speak and touch him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went, with great anticipation. 4pm, he was already at kallang mrt together with the central gang and some other megalifers. the meeting was only scheduled to start at 730. so he queued, met some nice indian/(or maybe something else) man who blessed him with some malay chicken. well, he did not really feel blessed by eating it, but he was blessed by the strong sense of family amongst the church of God. they night went by, he learnt the songs and jumped around. dozed off a little during the sermon (thanks vanessa). however,  the high soon dropped when he found that his dad had kinda forgotten about him, hence leaving him to go back on his own. well, not entirely, he had a nice walk and talk with rachel and then met up with some of the rest at the station, den shared a cab back with rachel. no doubt, he saved rachel's life twice, but he wished that God would save him from the longing in his heart. that God would refresh him. the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the next day, with more hope for a new day, he went at 3! along with megalifers and central 3 ppl. the second day was better. though, it started slowly. ming was more inspired about the message preached than anything else. the market place. vjc. yes. it is time to do things. ming was contented with what God had done that day. appreciative is the word. but the void he felt in his heart on friday was still there. crying out he was. more than he knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that saturday night, ming was still dying to go for the finale. but, it seemed like, no one was going. megalife guys went soccer, the girls, dunno.. some said "school", some said "homework", ming's heart said "go" so.. ok.. had a hard time finding people to go. in the end, it was dale, wen long, bryan quek, (maybe)andy, sarah(after some persuasion). it was enough. ming just wanted some company, this was more than he could ask for. one person from all his cirles of friends (church, acsi, vj). happy, he went to bed. the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the morning came sooner than he hoped. pw meeting in the morning, pw group dota(lol). then, he met the ppl at 430 (everyone was late). so after eating some "lunchner" and a powdery 50 cent cone (it was terrible), we set off for the stadium, reaching there only at 530. the gates had open by then, so we went straight in by the east gate and sat in the last row of the front of the third column. seats were satisfactory. met the vj cell people. did not know they were going. the guys went to the toilet together, then, ming pulled out his integration worksheet after realising that there was too much time being wasted. sarah did too.. only that she was ahead of ming. the ac guys of course just complained about how stressed we were making them feel and blah.. but oh well, we continued. alexi too was doing integration. after a few questions, ming got quite pro at it and he was said it was good. of course, due credit to be given to sarah who helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, the service began as ming watched his father give the welcome speech thing. ming was proud of his dad. ming for some reason, was already feeling high from the start of the service. (perhaps because he was happy to be talking to "old" ac friends). ming's spirit lifted up a shout of praise to God. it was good. ming also connected in prayer. it was good(except for the sweaty palms problem that he had all 3 nights). the message contained some wise sayings that ming felt were very meaningful. however, the message was not particularly impacting his life.  he noticed the guys getting abit restless, so he pulled out the colourful jelly beans and played some games with them. at the same time, listening to the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, everything came to a close as moen came up. ming, liked the electric guitarist. he liked the back up acoustic guitarist's hair more! and then we sang arise x 4. that song is really annointed. then, ccc came up.. and we danced! we jumped. sarah jumped too!(though she was concerned about getting sweaty.) it was great fun leaping high in the air. more than anything else, ming's heart and desire to worship came back. and that sealed the deal. 3 days was more than worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at the end of it all, ming decided he wanted to spend the rest of the day with his buddys. so he decided not to follow the family back but to go with sarah, quek and wenlong for some supper. we bummed our way to bugis only to find it was closed so ended up in a 7-11 -_-. so ming decided to do what he saw lynnette do the other day. 2 cans of nescafe drink. ming chose mocha and original. 2 straws, both drinks went in at the same time. ming was really full when we finally finished his drink. also, super awake. lol. thank you sarah, quek and wenlong for a great night. i hoped God did the same for you (: . the third day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through out the whole thing, day 3 was the best. good company, good service, good coffee and of course, good God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, its funny how you dont really know what you are lacking until you find it in plenty. i did not know that i was getting cold until i felt the fire was hot. i did not know how much i treasured ac dudes till i met them again. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the FOP story. treasure everything you have. thats important. but always make sure you are in plenty. or else, you wont even know you are empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let your power get inside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;show me all i can be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take a hold of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]aRise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-115514191773427909?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/115514191773427909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=115514191773427909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/115514191773427909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/115514191773427909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-115237685175062736</id><published>2006-07-08T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T09:40:51.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont really feel like blogging anymore. its such a bore. mmm.. maybe once in a while. like today! where i am slightly bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. things have happened since last update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLIC camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaders camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid year exams! (cancel that exclamation mark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interschools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. cool eh.. its been a power packed time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clic was 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaders camp was 9.9/10 (cant give it perfect because there is so much more God has in store (: some one say AMEN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYE  9/10. rating for its ability to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interschools 8/10 (: i got 4th. not bad (: i take pride for being the first of the MOEs (: hahahaha.. wah so many smileys (: whats with me today? ok anyway, continuing, VJC sailing won both titles, acsi won both B and C division back! its a dream (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all glory goes to GOD!!! he is the one. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh ohohoh oh oh oh oh oh oh oH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i forget. i bought my GT8!!!!! song bo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the noobs, its a guitar effects processer. haha.. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also bought a thumb pick which i think, will be EXTREMELY useful for my acoustic playing.. haha.. and of course, a STUBBY! its an incredible pick. dale says it should be softer a little. like come in nylon or something. hope i can find one to try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. ending note, i would like to give a big shout out to all my central 3 peeps (: you guys are the best (: thank you for being so understanding today (saturday) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ming OUT!&lt;br /&gt;sin887 4evaZZxZXZczxczXZXzxxzxxZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-115237685175062736?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/115237685175062736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=115237685175062736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/115237685175062736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/115237685175062736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-really-feel-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-114875043179747066</id><published>2006-05-27T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T10:20:31.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fire, fall down. on me. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all so simple. when i was like at the alter just praying.. i was like saying to myself. pardon me... " what the hell was i thinking?????!?!?!?!" or even like.. more vulgarly "WTF??" i was thinking it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to acheive the standards i set for myself. trying but i cant. it not impossible but my focus was wrong. its about God!!! i mean, i've been so friggin focused on getting my prayer life back together that i forgot what it was that prayer was for!! ultimately, prayer is for God! i forgot that! then always punishing myself for not being bold enough for God. when the boldness is actually for God!! and not being bold for the sake of being bold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its obvious! how did it slip me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big thanks to pastor Ken who prayed for me. finally, i felt God once again. i wont take it for granted any more. God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, feeling the whole "overwhelmedness" of the holy spirit touching me, i've missed it SO much. i even forgot how it felt. i forgot its luxury, i forgot that God could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ps. ken was praying for me. at first, there was like nothing.. and i was like.. ahhh.. sian.. here we go again. praying without power... then, something begin to stir in me. its inexplicable. then pastor ken said some stuff to me and then bang.. God almighty began to work. i felt this heat on my forehead and eyes. as though there was a fire just NEXT to my head (symbolism!!!!) and then, i felt the heat coming from pastor Ken's hand which was on my 6 pack. (yeah yeah.. show off i know) but anyway, back to the point. i felt the heat. feeling it just made me MORE sure that God was doing something.. then, i broke down. i could not stop crying. the whole victory chapel was COLD, but i felt heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting my life back on track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;central 3. you guys are getting more awesome... really.. today! we witnessed 4 of our cell members receive the gift of tongues.. yes!!! tedrid, heather, isabel and clarissa.God is good.. forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know... after all of today's events, the fire of megalife is back. the increase will be not&lt;br /&gt;arithmetic, but geometric... amen and amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to God be the glory. the best is yet to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-114875043179747066?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/114875043179747066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=114875043179747066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114875043179747066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114875043179747066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/05/fire-fall-down.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-114692923708982744</id><published>2006-05-06T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T08:29:26.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i think i have found an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, for quite some time, i have been feeling this totally "spiritual dry-ness" thing and i dont like it. its as though christianity is just going through the motion of ceremonies rituals ( worship, fellowship, discipleship, ministry and evangelism). well, its not meant to be that way for those that did not know. my christian life used to be wonderful! i felt God ever so often. in the quiet of my room, or in the gathering of the people of the Lord. but it seems, recently, its gotten boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked myself a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. have i gotten tired of the novelty? has the hype smoldered? was it just a "phase" that i was going through? have i "outgrown" it? (i know thats alot of questions to be considered as one question. but in its essence, they are all the same la.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. dry-ness is part and parcel of christian life. i know that. but this one is soooo long. whats wrong? should i go on? or should i take a break? i know i should not. since, i have to keep persisting into his presence to get out of the dry state. but how, when i feel so little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what about my beloved central 3-ains? whats going to happen to them when their leader(i.e me) is so down in the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. questions like these and many more too.. also, i kept on holding on to that promise that if i keep on keeping on, God would keep me. that he would draw me BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i kinda got a revelation. it just struck me (: God is good. he is... i know he is on his way for a revival. yes.. here it comes.. to all those who are dry and weary. here it is. i hope it helps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are feeling dry, you spiritual like is kinda like stagnant right? (thats the word i have used alot to describe my situation and also my cell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stagnant: Lacking vitality or briskness; sluggish or dull. Showing little or no sign of activity or advancement; not developing or progressing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[ dictionary.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that, there has been nothing new to keep remove this stagnation. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;nothing new = same old same old = stale, boring, unrefreshing&lt;/span&gt;. hence, i concluded, with cross reference to my own personal life, that i have been stagnating because i have not been doing new things. as in like, taking steps of faith and stuff like that. challenging myself to step further into faith. its been to much of the old, too little of the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i need to do new things!&lt;/span&gt; i need to be boldly proclaming Christ's gift more! i need to be doing crazy things for God; with God. then, my relationship with him would &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;blossom&lt;/span&gt;, since i learn to trust in him more and know that TRULY he is the Lord. this is the revelation God gave to me. i believe, it will touch many who are dry. i hope, if you read this, you would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, i have heard before. i am quite sure i have. somewhere. but now, its more real to me than anything. its like it has all of a sudden jumped AT me. like WAH! tio stun. if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thank you Lord. for you came to fix my broken life, from the inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray that you too would see this and be touched and be revived from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hillsong united&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;from the inside out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thousand times I've failed&lt;br /&gt;Still Your mercy remains And should I stumble again&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your will above all else&lt;br /&gt;My purpose remains&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing myself&lt;br /&gt;In bringing You praise&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my heart and my soul&lt;br /&gt;Lord I give You control&lt;br /&gt;Consume me from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Lord let justice and praise&lt;br /&gt;Become my embrace&lt;br /&gt;To love you from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;And the cry of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Is to bring You praise&lt;br /&gt;From the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Lord my soul cries out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-114692923708982744?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/114692923708982744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=114692923708982744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114692923708982744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114692923708982744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-i-have-found-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-114286501944221603</id><published>2006-03-20T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T06:30:19.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss going to class early in the morning to ppl sleeping on their desks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss going to class early in the morning to ppl talking about the latest soccer match, describing explicitly the free kicks and incredible foot work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss going to class early in the morning to worship with christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss playing master of puppets on that red guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss banging my head and air drumming/guitaring to ocean avenue. (lol cow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss trying day after day to harmonize to the national anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss grooving to the school anthem. (yes.. even rapping it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss saying the pledge in 4 languages.( i still remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss looking at ppl screw up their flag raising and chao sia-ing while giving command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss that time where we wasted the whole english lesson gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sleeping in deven's class only to be woken up by him catching yu zhi and spinning him around and slapping him hard on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sitting in nice straight(quite lah) colums in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss having to walk up so many flights of stairs to get back to class on time from the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being a guai kia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the odour after PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way the odour chased miss chew out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the green thoburn tank top (zhong hans) which brought devastation and intimidation to all who approached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss pip's weird smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss matthew yeo.(he has nice mathematical instruments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss SOCCER DURING RECESS! even though it was only like 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss xiao ji (chinese for small chicken. it refers to delicious deep fried chicken wings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss mee pok ($2.50) song BO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the attitude cleaners in the canteen. they never ever motivate me to clear my plate. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the TV in the canteen where we could change the channels and sometimes watch soccer..(the canteen would be very imbalenced on those days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss observing the way how some people(you know who la) can be so passionate about a losing team(liverpool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way God would visit us in those prayer meetings in the library, CF room, class, blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way weng kin prays (somehow. very inspired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way the class would suan kenneth (good at all sports) and wei zhi and whoever else la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way jarrod was kinda proud of his fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those untimely farts and burps and yawns and coughs and what else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the amplitude of all the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all ACS(i) 4.5 2005, i miss you guys tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont get over it, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-114286501944221603?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/114286501944221603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=114286501944221603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114286501944221603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114286501944221603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-miss-going-to-class-early-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-114153859907894631</id><published>2006-03-04T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:03:19.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tmr, perhaps it will be like a fresh start.. new in take and eveything.. many of my classmate leaving.. so perhaps, many coming.. lets hope for a great class (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my good friend wei shan is changing class.. sad leh.. one of those who speak english as a normal medium of communication and hence, one of those closer to me.. sad sad.. she's going to s63, switching from physics to lit. hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shan: ehhh you ah.. pang seh.. see la see la! now miss us already right.. haiyo.. nvm la.. just go to s63 and be one whom really shines fer God alright? (: at least you never change SCHOOL.. otherwise, that would be positively devastating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. changing the subject here.. i just bought my guit.. its a ZION z21d.. great tone for its price, incredible playability and all for a quite low cost of 450.. its exactly the same model as ray's but just that it has a pick up.. yupp.. the pick up is kick ass! quite la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really pleased with the purchase..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the guy selling.. he has a strange theology.. i asked my dad, he said that it was nothing new.. its called universalism..(spelling?!?!?!) .. you wanna know what is it about? go check it out. and i encourage you to.. so that when you hear it, you will not be deceived.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bang your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-114153859907894631?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/114153859907894631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=114153859907894631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114153859907894631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114153859907894631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/03/tmr-perhaps-it-will-be-like-fresh.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-114131371774958481</id><published>2006-03-02T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T07:35:17.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i worship God. i obey him (as far as possible). i honour him. i fear him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do i love him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought about it this way before.. and i found it was quite true for me. do i really love God? or do i just do all the former ones... gosh.. i need to go reflect on myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all you ppl out there. do you really really love Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-114131371774958481?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/114131371774958481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=114131371774958481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114131371774958481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114131371774958481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-worship-god.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-114087937668561162</id><published>2006-02-25T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T06:56:16.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has a thought provoking message no matter how you believe. Does evil exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The university professor challenged his students with this question. Did God create everything that exists?A student bravely replied yes, he did!""God created everything?" The professor asked."Yes, sir," the student replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor answered, "If God created everything, then God created evil since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are then God is evil."The student became quiet before such an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor was quite pleased with himself and boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student raised his hand and said, "Can I ask you a question professor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course", replied the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The students snickered at the young man's question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man replied, "In fact sir, cold does not exist. According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat. Everybody and every object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (- 460 degrees F) is the total absence of heat; all matter becomes inert and incapable of reaction at that temperature. Cold does not exist. We have created this word to describe how we feel if we have too little heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student continued. "Professor, does darkness exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor responded, "Of course it does".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student replied, "Once again you are wrong sir, darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light. Light we can study, but not darkness. In fact we can use Newton's prism to break white light into many colors and study the various wavelengths of each color. You cannot measure darkness. A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and illuminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the amount of light present. Isn't this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the young man asked the professor. "Sir, does evil exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responded, "Of course as I have already said. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. "These manifestations are nothing else but evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is not like faith, or love, that exist just as does light and heat. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young mans name --- Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme (taken from shan's blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-114087937668561162?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/114087937668561162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=114087937668561162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114087937668561162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114087937668561162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-has-thought-provoking-message-no.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-114009635314073131</id><published>2006-02-16T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T05:25:53.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bu4 ting1 lau3 ren2 yan2 , chi1 kui1 zai4 yan3 qian2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianz. sigh. wah kau. holy crap. wah piangg eh. ahHHHH!. *exhaaaaale*. shucks. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it really better? would it really open more doors for me in future? physics. sianz. think think think. MING! think! use your common sense! is it better to enjoy now and perhaps suffer later or suffer a little now and enjoy a little more freedom in future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i talked to science HOD today. she says that physics will open more doors than bio. not taking physics will close alot of doors. she also says that if i wanna do forensic science, i have to go overseas. singapore does not offer it. and if i do wanna do it in aus, they will prefer physics to bio. if i do it in US, i will just have to sit for the SAT test thingamajig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really wanna take bio like..  NOW! now. i dont think catching up is really that big an issue. i think i can. interest will make memory work a WHOLE lot easier right?  shucks la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs are aching. i am maximizing my strength now. chao tired la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to go pray. get some peace. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, thinking of the future is really so stressful. haha. &lt;--- (why the heck did i laugh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHHahhAHHAhAShShAHahsaHHZHHZZahzxzcxhAHAShhzxhzxczxhAHhHXZC. Laughter is the best medicine. hahahZzhxHSAHDAHSdZHHzhczhxhczxhcyzxchYHZXCHhzhhahahahhahahahhwahahahahwhahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am seriously thinking alot now.. hope i feel better tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;br /&gt;(go overseas? that sounds distant... but..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-114009635314073131?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/114009635314073131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=114009635314073131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114009635314073131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114009635314073131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/02/bu4-ting1-lau3-ren2-yan2-chi1-kui1.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-114000028589151571</id><published>2006-02-15T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T03:20:37.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am putting in another appeal after a month of tolerating / sleeping in physics classes and lectures. not a good testimony but i really really am BORED by it. its quite easy actually. but i just wanna do bio more than i wanna do physics. ALOT more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio is just so incredible! studying the human body, how God created us and the things around us. finding out the reasons why we can do what we do. its just so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should be la! i mean i sit in bio classes last year, was not exactly bored to death the way i am in physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, i wanna do forensic science. bio would be quite important wont it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if you visit blogs, but i know you know the inner most thoughts of my heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;you know how much i wanna study bio and how much i dislike physics.&lt;br /&gt;you know i have been thinking about this soOo0O0O0o often.&lt;br /&gt;you know i have not been praying about it as much as i probably should have.&lt;br /&gt;so today, i present this request to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hear me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you do. you read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;you can do all things.&lt;br /&gt;you can help me catch up with syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;you can help me to stay focused in classes.&lt;br /&gt;you can inspire me to love bio more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you can (fullstop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord. things dont look so good now. the school is not keen on letting me.&lt;br /&gt;but if it be thy will, open doors for me! perhaps allow me to transfer somewhere where i can do it&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (last resort pls!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord. convince the teacher that i can.&lt;br /&gt;convince her that because YOU can, i can.&lt;br /&gt;let her see my willlingness to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;let her see that passion in me to wanna do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;please please please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i speak to her soon, help me to speak well&lt;br /&gt;help me to speak convincingly and not make myself look like a retard (as i usually do)&lt;br /&gt;help me oh Lord!&lt;br /&gt;show her the good points that you have grown me to have&lt;br /&gt;help me to bring across these points to her.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, it will just be SO frustrating if i fail to get it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;it will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ultimately, let your will be done (if me taking bio could be your will, EVEN better!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but seriously, Lord. i submit. humbly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;your servant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-114000028589151571?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/114000028589151571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=114000028589151571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114000028589151571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/114000028589151571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-putting-in-another-appeal-after.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113958982022076557</id><published>2006-02-10T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T08:43:40.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12. disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it harder for someone who expected a single digit to get a double digit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a person expecting to get a low double digit to get a high double digit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a person trying to get to jc to not make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. i think, its all equally difficult. disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. help us to overcome this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth koh : bro. relax k? you did your best. just press on towards the goal. go gogo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen long : bro(1). relax k? results are no longer as important as they used to be. work on what you are good at. use that to shine. for God, and for God and for God. you are talented. believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben tan: heyy. dont think you will read this but. i just wanna say.. i will be praying for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all who are facing disappointments as i am: God is still alive. never stop believing that a miracle can happen to YOU. trust God. salvation is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113958982022076557?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113958982022076557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113958982022076557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113958982022076557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113958982022076557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/02/12.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113889101897376574</id><published>2006-02-02T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T06:36:59.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote of the . no. week. no. month.no. year decade century. NONONO!!!  eternity : "&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jesus lives in me!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113889101897376574?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113889101897376574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113889101897376574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113889101897376574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113889101897376574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/02/quote-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113859052264194282</id><published>2006-01-29T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:08:42.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to malaysia. came back slightly richer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it fun? no. was it enojoyable? no. was  happy? yes! so nice to see like almost the whole paternal side. (one uncle in china still) 2 new cousins making the count to 8! hahah. they are cute (ryan and anderson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. nothing much to say actually. just that, LAST NIGHT. the jam was like CRAZY! we took like 45 mins to drive past the caltex station. sians. i could not sleep. dunno why. reached home at like 2 am. crazyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. HCNY to all my friends out there. if you are my friend, please say this out loud to yourself now: " gong xi fa cai! xing nian mong en"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. you just made yourself look dumb (if you said it out loud.). but who cares? interactive is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113859052264194282?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113859052264194282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113859052264194282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113859052264194282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113859052264194282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/01/went-to-malaysia.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113811204983973022</id><published>2006-01-24T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T06:14:09.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i usually dont like to blog about my day. but i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in school at like 7.06am. den play bridge till 7.35am. den go to class for civics dunno what. lame sia.. we suppose to propose some ideas for our "service learning venture." so being guys... we suggest teaching kids how to play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah..we propose.. MR KWEK!!!!!??!?!?!?! he is so biased to the group that say wanna go zoo..! he keeps telling us about how he has not been to the zoo for a long time.. haha. lame sia.. he.. (robotics club teacher i/c)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so anyway.. my first break was like at 1135.. was hungry like a zebra. so i ate. not much time to eat much.. so had a bowl of meatball mee! (my fav)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. den lessons.. physics was confusing.. (robotics man was teaching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sians.. den by the time the next break came.. 4/5 of the class could go home! so unfair. i had to take chinese.. lame sia.. so during the break, wei shan, rong hua and i sat on the zebra coloured swing and talk nonsense. seriously. i cant even remeber what we were babbling about. but the time passed quickly.. so that proved we had fun. den rong hua (noneedtotakechinese.) went off. and the rest of us went for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get it! they are like stuffing chen yu down our throats.. wah seh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den school end. went to canteen slack. weishan pang seh, go home play piano.. but nvm. i hung around with david and helena. SICK! there was this cactus called the old man's cactus. it looked like a.... (four letter word or five letter word. they mean the same thing. just different way of saying.) sick la.. but its quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den sat on swing again.. talk talk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den bridge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den trng. quite slack i must say. we played frisbee today at the end. but i was not satisfied la. so i go run 2.4... hardcore or NOT?!? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den toook a LONG ride to tamp interchange ONLY TO REMEMBER THAT.. there was no more 19. PPL! rememeber 19 only operates till 7.45pm! rarh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go home.. eat dinner talk to.. jonathan, yi hui, shaun, shirleen, joce,and others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sians.. tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]living to the eXtreme!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113811204983973022?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113811204983973022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113811204983973022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113811204983973022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113811204983973022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-usually-dont-like-to-blog-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113777449709667830</id><published>2006-01-20T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T08:28:17.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all i want&lt;br /&gt;is to see your face&lt;br /&gt;all i need&lt;br /&gt;is a moment of grace&lt;br /&gt;its in you&lt;br /&gt;that i have the faith&lt;br /&gt;to stand up and be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i know&lt;br /&gt;i'm no longer bound&lt;br /&gt;its in you&lt;br /&gt;that i have found&lt;br /&gt;peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;freedom from my sin&lt;br /&gt;and the power&lt;br /&gt;to love and forgive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to walk with you&lt;br /&gt;everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;to talk with you&lt;br /&gt;in the good and the strife&lt;br /&gt;you're my friend&lt;br /&gt;your my father&lt;br /&gt;for all time&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING can keep us apart&lt;br /&gt;you're the lover of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the song for me today. i had great fun with my og today at the barbecue. did not eat much but its ok. it was the fun and the friends. i am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i am tired, i think alot. and now, i am in a very thoughtful mode. bear with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God promised life and life abundantly. to the fullest. the most fufilling. the most purposeful, when we live IN him and his word. its not easy. no one said it would be. anyone that did either is not living it right or is lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to live a life which God deserves. where God will look down at me and smile. its easy to talk here. but in the real world, its a battle. a constant struggle against sin. i know what's right and whats not.. mostly. its the grey areas that are scary. but i think, my life has not been too unpleasing. not boasting here.. the battle has been won! we are just claiming it. fighting against the decpetion of the evil one which says that the battle is ongoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some say its easy for me since my dad is "you know who" and things like that. well, all i can say is that i am so grateful for my parents. they have guided me well bringing me up in the way they want me to be; the way God would want me. but i want to think that now, i am living on my own convictions. my own values. no doubt, i am still learning from my parents, but i think that i am old enough to think through things myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, moving on... i wanna declare once again, my stand on bgr. true love waits. it does.. and now, i just wanna commit fully to the work of God. not "wasting" time on relationships that probably end up failing and in heart break. i have learnt. thank YOU (if you are reading this). through it, i learnt so much.. growed so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna save myself as far as possible for the one true love that God has already prepared for me. call me weird, call me holy. its fine... cuz i am here; in a covenant with my beloved God. its not gonna be easy, now with girls like everywhere... (good looking ones too!) but i will stand firm and not be moved. till the time is right, i shall wait. for now, i just wanna make friends with as many people as possible( girls &amp; guys) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh that felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all acsi,4.5,2005. i just wanna say that i seriously miss you ALL! really i do. it will never be the same.. never.. God bless you ALL so much i pray..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the VIKINGS! you guys totally rock.. made my stay in vj thus far... fun, interesting blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to 06s55, you guys rock too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113777449709667830?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113777449709667830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113777449709667830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113777449709667830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113777449709667830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-i-want-is-to-see-your-face-all-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113656919938355739</id><published>2006-01-06T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T09:39:59.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for nicol. and all those that wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. finally.. orientation is OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offence to the victorians but the orientation kinda sucked. the activities were like bleagh. there was way too much cheering (especially like over nothing. i can never really understand). yeah. on the whole.. the orientation was bad.. to me that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, my OG rockS. the vikings. haha.. you guys are the reason i go each day la. thanks to(in no particular order.): &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"best friend" kenneth&lt;/span&gt;.(had some nice times suanning you. retarted,perverted,nerd) THATS WHAT HE CALLED HIMSELF! dont look at me that way.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd "best friend" charmaine&lt;/span&gt;. haha.. similar to above. however, she is not as lame not as short, not as retarted. and PROBABLY not as perverted. lolx. and not as nerdy.. and whatever. but.. lolx.. funny la.. dont feel like telling the whole world. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lemuel.&lt;/span&gt; without you there ah.. seh.. i think i really cannot find anyone to really relate with la.. ahaha.. thanks bro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest.  i shall list. you guys were wonderful too. just that i am just TOO tired to say anything.. its 130 am.. so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingwen&lt;br /&gt;qiushui(spell correct?)&lt;br /&gt;yingchern&lt;br /&gt;eileen&lt;br /&gt;sara&lt;br /&gt;bidhya(is it like that????!!!?? gosh.. paiseh)&lt;br /&gt;valerie&lt;br /&gt;cheryl&lt;br /&gt;jane&lt;br /&gt;jia qing&lt;br /&gt;kelvin dota.&lt;br /&gt;ching an&lt;br /&gt;yu hang(chinese scholar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lingxiu and daryl&lt;/span&gt; my awesome OGLS! haha.. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am missing some ppl.. sorry.. but you still made a diff! yupp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. after like 4 days of crap and not so crap these are my reflections! &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;this is the part you should read la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;VJ&lt;/span&gt; culture and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;culture... totally different. i mean, its almost like as though you are going to china and america.. the difference in culture.. okok.. wait.. clarify myself first. when i say all this, i do not intend to put down anyone. its just how i feel. and both, are GREAT! just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;culture. AC, no one really cheers. no one sings the school song spontaneously.. everyone is very.. classy? zai? too cool for school? i dunno la.. something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;VJ, cheering is a dominant culture. everyone is really warm. there are no like.. "grading" of ppl. everyone is loved. ahaha.. something like that. but somehow, i think both school have the same amount of spirit, if i could put it this way.. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, vj will be difficult to get use to. i think i probably wont looking at other peoples experiences.. its fine.. really. actually, i wanna introduce the AC way.. haha.. we will see how it goes la huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but more importantly, i know i am in VJ for a purpose. S1M4J. thats it. touching hearts, changing lives. thats what i wanna do.. i really do hope and pray that my time in Vj will be as cool as i imagine it to be.. and i pray that it will be as powerful as i dream it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;VJ: here i (seriously) come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113656919938355739?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113656919938355739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113656919938355739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113656919938355739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113656919938355739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-nicol.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113620289038044376</id><published>2006-01-02T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T03:58:08.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i found a new way to worship.&lt;br /&gt;a new way to please God.&lt;br /&gt;by listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yesterday at the quarterly leader's meeting, i was like &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;SUPER TIRED&lt;/span&gt;! worship was as per normal and i sang. worshiped. even though i was tired. ok ok.. but thats not the point. what i did like half way during the song was just to stop, close my eyes, and listen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the saints joined in one song&lt;/span&gt;. i saw the people around me bending their knees. (its the kind of feeling where you really think that everyone was starting to kneel.. so naturally, i opened my eyes to see whether it was really happening. but no. most were still standing. i closed my eyes again and saw the same thing. everyone was kneeling.) in worship face to the floor. it was incredible. there was the spirit of surrender. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"Lord i offer my life to you"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is so much you can do , in terms of worshipping, by just&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; shutting up.&lt;/span&gt; i let cried heart out to God, in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, when you are like singing and kneeling and lifting your hands and all, its can get distracting, even to yourself.. i do get distracted.. like paying special attention not to sing off key and all.. so sometimes, silence IS golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, there are times, where you just &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!&lt;/span&gt; your heart is pounding. your legs are trembling.. you wanna JUMP! you wanna sing! you wanna praise God with all your actions. then, you just gotta let it go.. give it all you GOT! loving him with all you have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, its like.. would you rather your boy/girlfriend say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;. *face is smiling*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!&lt;/span&gt; *jumps around screaming"iloveyou!" over and over again, clapping and just going nuts not caring what other people think* den smiles and looks deep in your eyes and gives you the warmest hug you ever got"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, God is the same.. you dont have to make a fool of yourself per se, but just gotta love him with all the enthusiasm you have. hah. worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i'm lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;going to vj tmr! excited, yet nervous. eager to impress. blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113620289038044376?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113620289038044376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113620289038044376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113620289038044376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113620289038044376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-found-new-way-to-worship.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113583775713090342</id><published>2005-12-28T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:29:17.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodbye 2005. hello 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old has gone the new has come. its time for old skin to shed and the new skin to show, to impress, to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are just moving faster and faster. just last year, i was thinking about studying hard for the big O's. did i study as hard as i wanted to? did i do the things i wanted to? did i do the things God had asked me to? well, i have no time to lie back and reminisce. a new year is ahead. time to PRESS ON! new year, new oppurtunities. only one thing remains the same. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a ever changing world, its so wonderful to know something does not change. that there is something out there that is consistant. something we can place our hope on and not worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__-__-__-__-__-__-__-__-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just came back from KL. gosh, its pretty modern compared to the last time i was there.. but SIA! the traffic is like crap man. 24/7 jam.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exaggerating of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i walked alot. on day one, i saw this pair of dunks! SUPER CHEAP! 109 rm BRFORE a 20% discount. i dont know why i din buy it.. but when i went back to look for it, i could not find the shop! so irritating.. the malls are huge you see, so its really hard to find your way around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. its not meant to be.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113583775713090342?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113583775713090342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113583775713090342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113583775713090342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113583775713090342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113527210616215607</id><published>2005-12-22T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T09:21:46.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the call to missions. its tricky yet so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; how do i feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i do love the nations. i do wish to continue work in whatever country. but its like.. calling? thats a whole different story mann. its like giving up whatever life you have to only serve the people. thats major man. and unless God has seriously called you, your work is in vain man. today, i cried out to God. the burden within me was huge. the heaviness, the weight of the nations seemed to rest upon me. MY GENERATION! MY RESPONSIBILITY! i agree with that. i prayed hard. i daresay, i never prayed for other nations this way before. and still, i dont feel the breakthrough.. its as though MORE prayer. more INTENSIVE prayer. more intensive and PASSIONATE prayer. more intensive, passionate prayer with DEAPERATION. you get the point la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call to missions? is desperation considered. to me, no. is passion for ppl considered? to me, no. until i have had confirmation from God. only then will i say i am called. i will not like "put words in God's mouth" then, if i fail, say its "God's will".. you know what i mean? like.. i wanna do things even the small things.. only with the confirmation of the HS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be called! send me, i WILL go. but only if you send me, and send your spirit with me to guide me and to support me and to work through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am Lord.&lt;br /&gt;for there is no higher calling&lt;br /&gt;than to kneel here&lt;br /&gt;before your throne and say&lt;br /&gt;"i am your servant"&lt;br /&gt;i know i can!&lt;br /&gt;after all, you would be with me!&lt;br /&gt;is there anything the&lt;br /&gt;creator of the universe can't do?&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, apart from not loving me and the people&lt;br /&gt;and apart from sinning.&lt;br /&gt;GoD!!! i dont want to joke with you anymore!&lt;br /&gt;i am serious about this.&lt;br /&gt;i will go where you send me&lt;br /&gt;take me! and i will be yours and you will be mine.&lt;br /&gt;my life is here.&lt;br /&gt;use it as you please.&lt;br /&gt;but i am begging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me to the field.&lt;br /&gt;its what i desire..&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, God, do not let this fire burn out. let it burn &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Brighter!&lt;/span&gt; your love as the fuel for my soul. the power for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;here i am. send ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113527210616215607?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113527210616215607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113527210616215607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113527210616215607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113527210616215607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/12/call-to-missions.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113402810124636815</id><published>2005-12-07T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:48:21.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i leaving on a china southern airline plane tmr. i am excited. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a very enjoyable birthday yesterday with nah, yi hui and mostly issac. ahaha. we had er ren shi jie. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everyone's cards, smses, and everything. AND! thanks especially to shu ying. hahaha. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the brownies were superb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leaving tmr at 845. send me off yeah? thanks for your prayers support and everything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113402810124636815?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113402810124636815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113402810124636815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113402810124636815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113402810124636815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-leaving-on-china-southern-airline.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113379074484605496</id><published>2005-12-05T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T05:52:24.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seh, sailing 7 GOLDS well done dudes and dudesses. eXtremely proud of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today ah, went to do EE as a trainer. today, natalie woh was my trainee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to her: step up in faith! dont fear what others think and let its importance overshadow that of pleasing our father in heaven (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had one assurance (: the guy seemed encouraged. ahaha.. praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, alyssa yi hui and myself went grocery shopping for the china trip. alyssa kindly volunteered to help us (the kitchen noobs) get stuff we need. we wanted to buy instant mash potato sauce but alyssa had a wise idea. haha. we should make ourselves. so we thought, since she makes it sound SO easy, (soya sauce, chicken stock, corn starch. proportions? TIKAM!)&lt;br /&gt;so we thought, hmmm.. why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that, we went to yi hui's house. without alyssa wise council. so we just try lor. first one, taste like CRAP. seriously. i mean like, it was not revolting or anything la just not nice at all. so we tried a second time, and it seemed like the recipie was not working for us. so we decided. JUST PUT EVERYTHING LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sugar, salt, corn starch, pepper, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;honey&lt;/span&gt;, light soya souce, oyster sauce, chicken stock. and WALA! not too bad. but it was a little too salty.&lt;br /&gt;second try with our new recipie was TOO much chicken stock. SIAO LA yihui! she just take one heap tablespoon and dump it in lor. siao! after testing on REAL mashed potatoes, we decided, its good, her mother say nice, brother say nice, maid dont dare to try. haha. so ok lor. we try it also like quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mashed potato sauce; a new discovery today. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113379074484605496?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113379074484605496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113379074484605496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113379074484605496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113379074484605496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/12/seh-sailing-7-golds-well-done-dudes.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113280514950307525</id><published>2005-11-23T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T20:07:11.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i am studying bio.. shhhhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;if vj dont let me take bio, i think i would rather transfer out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113280514950307525?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113280514950307525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113280514950307525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113280514950307525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113280514950307525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-studying-bio.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113267682384359147</id><published>2005-11-22T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T08:27:03.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>post exam activities in FULL swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday : band prac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat : bball followed by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MEGALIFE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday : p6 area gathering, missions training (it was great, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday : lanning with stine, sherm, lexi, colin, terry,  DEEP FRIED MARS BARS at far east plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday : lanning and pool with pek, shawn, swong, ivan, kenny, dale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dota is fun la. better not get addicted. haha. but when you are losing, its CHAO sian. hahaha. and i am still a noobasauras. (a HUGE noob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kena own like siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still fun la, just need to practice more and get to know the items and heros well. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todaay, tuesday, we went to shoot pool at raiders.first game ah.. OFF form sia.. so long nv play.. but its ok. was kinda sian.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went to do some dota, where i was not doing so well also.. hhaha.. but its ok, i was with shawn and pek. they pro mah.. so we still can win. but not own... den dota dota dota, supposed to watch movie with vanessa and some others that were meant to come but in the end did not because they were SIAN. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nvm, we shoot more pool where IVAN tyco tyco anyhow hit also can go in.. hahaha. he beat me once! sian la.. but only because i hit in the black ball with the white one. its like.. the white ball went almost half a round round the table before going in lor. sian! ahaha. den later i OWN him again. ahha.. key to pool : a stable hand and body. i kinda learnt that. watch kenny play, he very steady one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivan play pool ah! hahaa. funny! eyes big big, super focused. mouth open open, ahaha.. okok&lt;br /&gt;stop suanning him le la.. but i gotta say one last thing. he WHINE ah.. hahaha.. okok.. nvmmm shant say. you gotta hear it to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarh. what a lousy post. i just recounted my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for a GREAT day today guys.. haha.. night (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113267682384359147?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113267682384359147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113267682384359147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113267682384359147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113267682384359147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/11/post-exam-activities-in-full-swing.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113232787246299227</id><published>2005-11-18T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T07:31:12.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHA SEH. THIS IS eXtremely SHIOK LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o's suck. but the feeling AFTER it is like totally outa this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something rather strange occured when i was on my way to band practice today. i was like, WHEE!!!! shiok ah! o's are over. but when we got into like 2 traffic jams, my mood was like.. oh mannn.. this sucks! and i was complaining to my mum how i should have just taken the MRT with my friend (whom we gave a lift to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like SO caught up about being like 2.5 hours late for practice and that the rest of the guys (sorry dudes and dudesses) were like waiting for me. even though i kinda asked them to go ahead. then, to my "oh my gosh!" we could not get the music scores because aunty evelyn had left the building. so it was like one thing after another and another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i realised! eh.. my o's just ended.. why i like so stressed like that.. then we began singing "always look on the bright side of life" haha.. its uplifting really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o's rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adding to my post exam activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. basketball. (dont laugh. STOP! i know you are still laughing. you think i cant hear you? look behind you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you did did'nt you. i cant believe you fell for that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. get a 10 (tan) ahaha.. LAME I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113232787246299227?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113232787246299227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113232787246299227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113232787246299227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113232787246299227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/11/wha-seh.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113214819657296889</id><published>2005-11-16T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T05:36:36.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAN! its like 2 days left. only chem and A math paper 2 to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont i have  a story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, i was doing my A math on tuesday and it was quite ok la. except for one question about a fly and a spider the spider chasing the fly. LAME. okok, but thats not the point. the point is, I DIN KNOW HOW T O DO IT! and i was like stunned. even after taking a second look at it, after going toilet and all, i still did not know. and i was like OH GOD! HELP ME!!!! it was like a 6 mark question la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till like 15 mins before the paper ended, i still did not know. and i checked my paper once through and then i prayed. for rather long la. den about 3 min before the paper ended, i did the question by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words, i kinda like wrote whatever came to mind. so i just scribbled whatever i could. and then i took a mental note of the answer and committed the script to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the paper, i cross refer with friends and! some of them had similar answers!!! 2r2r3 i think.. something like that la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL RIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;GOD IS JUST SO SO AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113214819657296889?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113214819657296889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113214819657296889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113214819657296889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113214819657296889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/11/man-its-like-2-days-left.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113189909144379704</id><published>2005-11-13T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T08:24:51.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is flying! just as we all are praying for. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have been working averagely to moderately hard. today, went to study at airport with joce, isaac, charles, and later, shawn and dale.&lt;br /&gt;i did a total of 3 physics paper ones, and my score was stuck at like 35/34... i dont get it! oh well. charles was a big help! thanks dude. somethings that devan failed to expound clearly, you did. okok, den, i did half of an a math paper one! and i am SO OFF FORM! oh my gosh.. tomorrow i whack already la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, after we could not study, we left and me dale and shawn went to eat ajisen ramen. not bad la.. left me partially broke though. cost me $12.80. ouch... but it was not bad la. the soup is nice. quite filling but not like really really full. just, full.. den we parted ways to retire for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i am planning in my head my post exam activities now. its like, after MONTHS of captivity, finally, i can get OUT! and not feel guilty. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. get my quiet time right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. guitar!&lt;/span&gt; i need new cable, and a acoustic guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. missions training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. CELL! (max effort!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. SAIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. S1M4J!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;7. jam/ chill / hang out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. well, to jam/chill/hangout, it takes cash. and i aint good at saving. haha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone is doing well! i am having a bad throat though.. dunno how i am gonna sing for the p6 area gathering this coming sunday.. rarh.. God help me! HEAL ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for prayers and stuff (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113189909144379704?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113189909144379704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113189909144379704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113189909144379704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113189909144379704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/11/5-time-is-flying-just-as-we-all-are.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113152220789641518</id><published>2005-11-08T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:43:27.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7243/609/1600/class%20with%20devan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7243/609/320/class%20with%20devan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7243/609/1600/IMG_7875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7243/609/320/IMG_7875.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7243/609/1600/IMG_7869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7243/609/320/IMG_7869.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7243/609/1600/IMG_7872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7243/609/320/IMG_7872.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7243/609/1600/IMG_7988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7243/609/320/IMG_7988.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113152220789641518?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113152220789641518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113152220789641518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113152220789641518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113152220789641518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113151891574323519</id><published>2005-11-08T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:48:35.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had english today.. i daresay, it was actually quite FUN writing compo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the topics were quite lousy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (argumentitive, something about education.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. write about a time where an accident led to furthur prevention measures (something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. shopping is not the only reason why tourists come to singapore. write about some other attractions. (something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ( i cant remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote on marriage. super lame la my compo. and short also.. it was from the perspective of a middle age man who was losing his wife to cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked about how come our marriage was successful ; fate, and good decisions made prior to marriage. so yeah.. very reflective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"perhaps it was fate that brought us together. however, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fate fell short this time as my smile faded&lt;/span&gt;.(sounds familiar? go figure!) &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i placed my hand in hers our fingers gently intertwind not wanting to leave her or her, me..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! its &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BLINK 182&lt;/span&gt;! haha.. den i also used like &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yellow card&lt;/span&gt; (only one) and alot of others la.. cant really remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. so my wife, she had cancer and was in hospital dying. so i stared into the "conformity"(i got that from the advertisment) of the ward and everything.. and thought. "how could this happen to me? to her? " (&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;simple plan, untitled&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i even had a little conversation with cancer.. haha.. "cancer, if its me you will, take me instead!" den i scolded cancer a little and all.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chAo&lt;/span&gt; lame la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, tomorrow is GEOG paper 2.. and for those that take, bio..i dont take bio though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;to all those who have been faithfully keeping me and other sec fours in prayer, thank you so much (: if you are praying for me, do let me know.. because i want to thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the countdown is at 9!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113151891574323519?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113151891574323519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113151891574323519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113151891574323519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113151891574323519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-had-english-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113136293916455560</id><published>2005-11-07T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T03:28:59.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah seh! shiok sia.. i've been waiting like so long for this day! (: the ordinary levels are FINALLY here. this means, freedom is at my door step! the key is in the hole. I AM ALMOST THERE! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE &lt;/span&gt;are almost there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta all muh sec 4 niggas out dere, ya'll just gotta hang on and with God! , NOTHING is impossible. stay faithful and always remember. love NEVER fails. God is love. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. enough about the o's. they are only ordinary. dont deserve space on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna talk about the ASIAN team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they came back, 7 of them, packing into the top 10 of the Asian championships in thailand. PRO OR WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean first! jov second! tim(acsi) third! sia la.. dont need to continue already la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what brought me close to tears was the team racing trophy. as i put my arm around stine to give him a little squeeze of congratulations, i vividly remember last year losing it. but its BCAK! just as we promised ourselves. so as that glimpse of defeat evolved into vision of TRIUMPH, my heart let out tears of joy. in a sense. they almost came out la.. but, aiya paiseh la.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously guys. you ALL did a FANTASTIC job. whether or not you sailed the team race is not the point. you guys are a TEAM. you lose, you ALL lose. but if you win you ALL win. excellence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;well done! jov, gris, tim, paul , stine, sean, russ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;friggin happy la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113136293916455560?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113136293916455560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113136293916455560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113136293916455560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113136293916455560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/11/wah-seh-shiok-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113107433789088107</id><published>2005-11-03T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T19:18:57.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to account for yesterday's dinner with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to this place called hawiian barbecue at east coast park, near the macdonalds. the food was average. the ambience (sea breeze, and beach and all) not too bad, really relaxing. but the service, TERRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, firstly, went we went to the place, it was really crowded. and when we finally got a seat, they took like so long just to like attend to us. we wait. wait wait.. den finally, someone came to tell us how to go about eating here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her instrutions were incomprehensible. basically. den fortunately, my dad was quite able to catch on to what she was saying and finally, we started to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ANOTHER lady came to take our order for drinks, my sis asked, "what juices do you have?" (pointing to the menu that only stated "fruit juices")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh! all that we have is in the menu. you ownself see la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIAOOO!! what kind of service is this sia. and later, we found out that the  fruit juices were bottled drinks. not fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whats more, her voice had like so much agitation when dealing with my sis.. not exactly good service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comparing to the 6 dollar fishhead curry place we went to on tuesday, they really suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fishhead place is a coffeeshop and the crowd there was WO! like full house. and they had fewer staff but were MORE efficient and friendly even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drinks guy was friendly and quick to give suggestions. there were not only can drinks but fresh juices and kopi 0 that kind of thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i want to complain. lol! complain king la i .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ordered a piece of lamb. half an hour, nothing came. an hour later, i see the waiters like "clearing stock" so they went aroung giving EVERYONE lamb except me. we spent so much time there waiting for the darn piece of lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, when i walked out, i was not exactly full and totally dissatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.. they just simply wont be seeing me there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113107433789088107?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113107433789088107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113107433789088107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113107433789088107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113107433789088107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-is-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-113085588622788922</id><published>2005-11-01T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T06:38:06.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is depavali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to wish all muh indian buddies especially this the devandren and moghan das... to the 2 sirs.. i hope you enjoys the festivals of this the lights and may you have a good year ahead. (right.. like they will actually see this..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i have ZERO idea what to blog about. totally uninspired about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. actually, i shall just tell you that i got 8 for my prelims. great achievement? well, it definitely surpassed my expectations and perhaps many other ppl's expectations for me. God is amazing eh? can take a screwed up like me and make it good. i just love him SO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(digressing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is love. he Loves like no other can. the greek word for his love for us is AGAPE. (pronounced: ah-ga-pae) which means &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unconditional &lt;/span&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, God, did not just love the world. he did not just love the world. the bible says ... that he, SO LOVED the world. john 3 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humanly, its impossible to describe his Love. so the writer of john, john, decided.. "ah.. how do i describe his love. ahhh. okok.. *writes*" he SO loved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is incredible because, if the verse is accurate, and i whole heartedly believe it is, it means that God loves us like.. SO much. (i hit the keys of the keyboard really hard in typing the "SO")  he did not just agape us, he SO agape-d us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sent a part of him down to provide a way out. he made a way for us. the way, not neccesarily a "express way", is THE only way.  and, i, am on my way.  there is no hitch hiking. we all gotta walk by faith, the road to eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, when we are IN eternity, (whatever that means...), we will dance, we will groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the dance of eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the ultimate groove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok digression over. ah.. that was really upliffting for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm..well, i just gotta say, he is EVERYTHING to me, the water i thirst for, the air that i breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i am not really good with my quiet time these days.. i LOVE to pray. i LOVE to read the word. but i can't seem to like discipline myself for some strange reason. oh well. i think i will go do it now, after folding the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to ALL acs(i) class of 2005&lt;/span&gt;. amazing ppl you are. keep up the attitude and become the mugger, officer, and gentleman that we are meant to be. special tribute to 4.5 david. all the clowns, all the crazy ass ppl, you guys have made a difference to my life in AC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the AC experience is one that NO ONE should miss, that i conclude. well, mug hard and prove to the rest that all the slacking has not gone to waste. (we were conserving energy for this final lap weren't we?) ok.. LETS GO!!!! may God help you guys, even if you dont believe in him yet. he will show you, i am sure of this, that he is all that is needed. not like some lucky charm, but like a father, a guide, the way, the truth and the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodday to all, and goodnight( whatever the time you are reading this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-113085588622788922?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/113085588622788922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=113085588622788922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113085588622788922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/113085588622788922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-is-depavali.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-112662068260467527</id><published>2005-09-13T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T07:11:22.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy! first real post.. have been so so busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its been like study study study.. with alot of slackish day dreaming in between and all but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been good once again and given me a place in VJ. i am so glad that i dont have to slog that much to get in there but at the same time, there has been a part of me wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am enjoying the priveledges of DSA with all the "just get under 20 can le" kinda thing, but simultaneously, i want to do exceptionally well and get in on my own. one may say i can, plus i have a net to fall back into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant stop myself, slacking and stuff. day dreaming of God knows what and i cant seem to push myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, other than that, my life has been rather straight forward. taking a ministry break now to study and yeah. sorta miss doing stuff you know? but yeah. getting the hang of it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.. have been running occassionally with eli, which is really refreshing. especially on a night after the rain. unbelievable weather i tell you. do some weights sometimes.. but yeah, no motivation to endure "training pain" so kinda slack.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to Rob bell, a pastor.. he was preaching about the ultimate groove.. and it was an amazing message.. i will blog about it soon.. hahaha.. check back to see it alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i would like to thank all those who have been constantly praying for me or not so constantly even.. even for that little "God help ming in his exams. amen." , i am really grateful.. even for those who pray for "all the sec fours having their prelims" thanks. your prayers have kept me going... and God has been blessing me with some good papers.. some not so good papers but its good still because its preparing me for the real thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna get into the ultimate groove.&lt;br /&gt;[ming]eXtreme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-112662068260467527?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/112662068260467527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=112662068260467527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/112662068260467527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/112662068260467527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/09/heyy-first-real-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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-14722494.post-112213878524823968</id><published>2005-07-23T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T10:13:05.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new blog! whee.. thanks joce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14722494-112213878524823968?l=4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/feeds/112213878524823968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14722494&amp;postID=112213878524823968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/112213878524823968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14722494/posts/default/112213878524823968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4umuhdadnking.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-blog-whee.html' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11025927031512052979</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>
