<?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-6186073113927783053</id><updated>2012-01-28T15:22:21.875+08:00</updated><category term='from the Creator'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='pon-zi-me'/><category term='in the dark'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='clouds n sky'/><category term='dumb diary'/><category term='haha'/><category term='TZY'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='tag'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='holding on'/><category term='night-out'/><category term='camp'/><category term='test'/><category term='day-dreaming'/><category term='DCQ'/><category term='travel'/><category term='rkym'/><category term='heart voice'/><category term='in moment like this'/><category term='family'/><category term='drawn to the world'/><category term='searching'/><category term='dream on'/><category term='trivia'/><category term='happy moment'/><category term='not good'/><title type='text'>Writing Letters to God</title><subtitle type='html'>"Take comfort that, though you stand tall and alone, others may take shelter in the shadow you cast..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-8418826241660175850</id><published>2012-01-27T15:51:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:22:21.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>This Too Shall Pass</title><content type='html'>Read this short story today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;很久以前，有一个国王想找到一句话，它能让高兴的人听了难过，难过的人听了高兴。但他找了很长时间都没有找到。­­直到有一天夜里，他梦见智者对他说了一句话，正是自己想找的。&lt;br /&gt;这句最神奇的话就是：&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;这一切都会过去的&lt;/span&gt;！&lt;br /&gt;­不管是好的还是坏的，没有一件东西可以永恒不变。当你失败、痛苦的时候，你要告诉自己：这一切都会过去的！当你成功、得意忘形的时候，你也要知道：这一切都会过去的！­好的人生，是一个过程，而不是一个状态；它是一个方向，而不是终点。&lt;/blockquote&gt;But this is the exact truth that makes me feels so sad, and morbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生就如游园惊梦 - 不想继续醉生梦死，但又怕醒来时发现还是一场空。&lt;br /&gt;抓得越紧，伤得越痛。 &lt;br /&gt;Let go, let God; this is going to be a lifelong lesson for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5607259633_3774497304_z.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但愿我终可领悟到“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;行到水穷处，坐看云起时&lt;/span&gt;”的意境。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-8418826241660175850?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/8418826241660175850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=8418826241660175850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8418826241660175850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8418826241660175850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This Too Shall Pass'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5607259633_3774497304_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-4422572478869684576</id><published>2011-03-17T01:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:26:15.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day-dreaming'/><title type='text'>"Human Disaster" vs "Natural Disaster"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, when I was driving home amidst the heavy traffic, suddenly I am flooded with string of (strange) thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I ought to be grateful; because it's only the traffic jam that I have to deal with, and not any form of natural disaster."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Indeed, I'm always very thankful that our boleh-land is free from earthquake zone, Tsunami high risk area, and many other major natural disasters.&lt;br /&gt;Truly, God will not give you what you cannot handle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But coming from another perspective, it reminded me of the choice of King David. At &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20sam%2024:1-17&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;2 Samuel 24&lt;/a&gt;, God asked King David to choose from the 3 options of punishment to carry out against his sin - 3 years of famine, 3 months of fleeing from enemies &amp;amp; 3 days of plague.&lt;br /&gt;And David made a very daring choice. He said he would rather falls into the hands of the Lord, for His mercy is great, than to fall into human hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my question is, would you rather have long suffering under social injustice, lousy government &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and to endure the disgrace your prime minister's  wife brought to your countrymen)&lt;/span&gt;, and probably you may die suddenly under collapsed building / bridge due to corruption, victimized by brutal crime; OR to face the challenge of natural disaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Human disaster" vs "natural disaster", which is worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ambivalent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the force of nature can be very cruel at times; but the wickedness and the depravity of mankind, chill my heart even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4422572478869684576?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4422572478869684576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4422572478869684576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4422572478869684576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4422572478869684576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2011/03/human-disaster-vs-natural-disaster.html' title='&quot;Human Disaster&quot; vs &quot;Natural Disaster&quot;'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-1905188564375344059</id><published>2011-02-20T23:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:18:01.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart voice'/><title type='text'>Up On The Roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP ON THE ROOF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Peter Cincotti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this old world starts a getting me down&lt;br /&gt;And people are just too much for me to face&lt;br /&gt;I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs&lt;br /&gt;And all my cares just drift right into space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the roof, it's peaceful as can be&lt;br /&gt;And there the world below can't bother me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come home feeling tired and beat&lt;br /&gt;I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet&lt;br /&gt;I'll get away from the hustling crowd&lt;br /&gt;And all the rat-race noise down in the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the roof, the only place I know&lt;br /&gt;Where you just have to wish to make it so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night the stars put on a show for free&lt;br /&gt;Darling, you can share it all with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right smack dab in the middle of town&lt;br /&gt;I found a paradise that's troubleproof&lt;br /&gt;If this world starts getting you down&lt;br /&gt;There's room enough for two&lt;br /&gt;Up on the roof&lt;br /&gt;Up on the roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I heard this song, the "ROOF" reminds me of God - peaceful, shielded us from the world, makes all our worries drift away, a safe haven where nothing can't bother me, a paradise that's troubleproof... Beautiful isn't it? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, may my heart always have a room for you, because yours will always have a room for me. Thank you for loving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-1905188564375344059?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/1905188564375344059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=1905188564375344059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1905188564375344059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1905188564375344059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2011/02/up-on-roof.html' title='Up On The Roof'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-4698690683281139767</id><published>2011-01-29T23:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:47:45.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from the Creator'/><title type='text'>Life at the Cross Roads</title><content type='html'>"All life concentrates on man at the cross roads."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In every action of life man is confronted with a choice; and he can never evade the choice, because he can never stand still. He must always take one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- William Barclay -&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matt 7:13-14&lt;br /&gt;“Enter through the  narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the  road that leads to  destruction, and many enter through it. But small is  the gate and  narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4698690683281139767?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4698690683281139767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4698690683281139767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4698690683281139767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4698690683281139767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-at-cross-roads.html' title='Life at the Cross Roads'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-8378870331102736717</id><published>2011-01-15T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:55:52.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>不能够再见的“再见”</title><content type='html'>阿公。。。 不能够再见的“再见”。。。&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-8378870331102736717?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/8378870331102736717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=8378870331102736717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8378870331102736717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8378870331102736717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='不能够再见的“再见”'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-7259776864568325865</id><published>2011-01-13T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:23:08.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DCQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Good when He gives, nor less when He denies</title><content type='html'>Good when He gives, supremely good;&lt;br /&gt;Nor less when He denies:&lt;br /&gt;Afflictions, from His sovereign hand, are blessings in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Brother Lawrence ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-7259776864568325865?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/7259776864568325865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=7259776864568325865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7259776864568325865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7259776864568325865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-when-he-gives-nor-less-when-he.html' title='Good when He gives, nor less when He denies'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-5866132421806863420</id><published>2010-11-15T00:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T00:30:45.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rkym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream on'/><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>This is the fourth year. You're dearly missed.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, how long more til my turn to go to the other side...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-5866132421806863420?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/5866132421806863420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=5866132421806863420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5866132421806863420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5866132421806863420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/11/4.html' title='4'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-3400069946406015639</id><published>2010-10-14T23:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:58:38.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>Social Distortion</title><content type='html'>We're living in a distorted world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so "connected" to the world thanks to the Internet &amp;amp; mobile phone network; but yet we're so disconnected with each other.&lt;br /&gt;We seems to know so much about the happenings at a person's life, thanks to all the updates at facebook, twitter &amp;amp; probably bloggie too. But often it's just superficial, we never know what happened "deep within"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, when Mr Lian reminded us that we all are the being that needed relationship. I do agree, strongly in fact. But yet too often I dread about building relationships. I have my own "social distortion" to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know the more I attached to a person, the more painful it will be when the person had to leave you - either to the next phase of life, or stay out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I really wish that I will have the "mind of a traveler" when I have to leave this place - just say goodbye and never look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times like this, I only wanted to sing this out loud: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How far is heaven, Lord can you tell me?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Heaven"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this prison&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me get away&lt;br /&gt;Cause only you can save me now&lt;br /&gt;From this misery&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been lost in my own place&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting' weary&lt;br /&gt;How far is heaven&lt;br /&gt;And I know I need to change&lt;br /&gt;My ways of livin'&lt;br /&gt;How far is heaven, Lord can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been locked up way too long&lt;br /&gt;In this crazy world, how far is heaven&lt;br /&gt;I just keep on prayin' Lord&lt;br /&gt;Just keep on livin', how far is heaven&lt;br /&gt;Lord can you tell me, how far is heaven&lt;br /&gt;I just got to know how far, how far is heaven&lt;br /&gt;Lord can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu que estas en alto cielo,&lt;br /&gt;Echame tu bendiciòn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know there's a better place&lt;br /&gt;Than this place I'm livin', how far is heaven&lt;br /&gt;So I just got to show some faith&lt;br /&gt;And just keep on giving, how far is heaven&lt;br /&gt;Lord can you tell me, how far is heaven&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know how far, how far is heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Lord can you tell me, how far is heaven,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I just gotta know how far,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know far&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-3400069946406015639?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/3400069946406015639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=3400069946406015639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3400069946406015639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3400069946406015639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/10/social-distortion.html' title='Social Distortion'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-1061987260223933972</id><published>2010-10-07T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:31:15.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DCQ'/><title type='text'>I see Thee not, I feel Thee not; but Thou art here</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://dacephas.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/windowpres.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Distinguish between the fact of God's presence, and the emotion of the fact.&lt;br /&gt;It is a happy thing when the soul seems desolate and deserted, if our faith can say, "I see Thee not. I feel Thee not, but Thou art certainly and graciously here, where I am as I am." Say it again and again: "thou art here: though the bush does not seem to burn with fire, it does burn.&lt;br /&gt;I will take the shoes from off my feet, for the place on which I stand is holy ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Author Unknown ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-1061987260223933972?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/1061987260223933972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=1061987260223933972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1061987260223933972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1061987260223933972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-see-thee-not-i-feel-thee-not-but-thou.html' title='I see Thee not, I feel Thee not; but Thou art here'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-5261502786399577681</id><published>2010-09-20T00:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:37:09.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><title type='text'>Every exit is an entry somewhere</title><content type='html'>Alexander Graham Bell once said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How true and wise =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. The hard times that we go through will build character, it makes us a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In good times, we learn to be thankful for the things can be.&lt;br /&gt;In tough times, we learn to accept that there are things that cannot be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when darkness strike you, do not bow your head in sadness; instead, keep your head up high, gaze into heaven - for that is where our broken heart has been sent to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people will look at me and said, only those who are weak in heart needed faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I said, only those who are strong in heart are willing to put their faith in something that they cannot see (now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-5261502786399577681?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/5261502786399577681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=5261502786399577681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5261502786399577681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5261502786399577681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/09/every-exit-is-entry-somewhere.html' title='Every exit is an entry somewhere'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-9121678898391471002</id><published>2010-09-16T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:16:17.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DCQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>Finding God in Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.desicomments.com/dc/18/41857/418571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.desicomments.com/dc/18/41857/418571.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness.&lt;br /&gt;God is the friend of silence.&lt;br /&gt;See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence;&lt;br /&gt;see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence...&lt;br /&gt;We need silence to be able to touch souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Mother Teresa ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-9121678898391471002?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/9121678898391471002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=9121678898391471002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/9121678898391471002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/9121678898391471002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/09/finding-god-in-nature.html' title='Finding God in Nature'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-5450935236069401970</id><published>2010-08-19T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:14:57.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><title type='text'>Time to mourn, and then hope</title><content type='html'>Something meaningful I read today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No one can teach you how to mourn. As with climbing a mountain, you can try to prepare, but it's impossible to know what will happen once you are on its steep slopes. Before my trip to Everest, I'd gone from my home in Manchester, England, to the Lake District to visit the Boningtons — Chris and his wife, Wendy. Chris and I walked with his dogs, and he listened with kind patience as I talked endlessly, repetitively, about Joe. Standing on the top of a hill, watching cloud shadows slide over the rolling green fells beneath us, Chris suddenly said to me, "I know you can't imagine it now, but one day you will fall in love again — and be happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;- excerpt from Where the Mountain Casts Its Shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-5450935236069401970?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/5450935236069401970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=5450935236069401970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5450935236069401970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5450935236069401970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-to-mourn-and-then-hope.html' title='Time to mourn, and then hope'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-5559833843172757321</id><published>2010-08-11T23:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T01:48:19.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from the Creator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><title type='text'>A Ministry of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I was driving back home after work, I had a bit of time to be quiet and hear myself think. Two thoughts keep popping up my mind - "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serenity&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gratitude&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tough week, since Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;The passing of Jen Ruw hits me hard, not only grieving on the lost of a brother whom I always enjoyed his presence and never fail to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;It was the memories that bring back memories…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I did not cry when I got to know about this, I did not cry when I saw him lifeless in his own room, I did not cry when I went to see him in the mortuary.&lt;br /&gt;But I could not hold on to it anymore during the Wake Service. I decided to let it go and let it out.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I could not differentiate for whom I'm grieving for; it's really tough to go through the whole thing all over again. It's like the emotional dam that you have been fortified for the past 3.5 years suddenly collapse.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it’s good to let it all out, and to start anew with God.&lt;br /&gt;Once again I’m at peace with God, once again I’m reminded about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what does life amounted to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Yow Looi’s sharing was indeed a great encouragement. I’m very grateful for such leader; he set a very fine and inspiring example for us to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Cor 13:1-3,8 "... If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing ... Love never fails."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who wants to improve or be useful or effective in something, must go through hard training. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Being strong does not mean being great, but the ability to withstand&lt;/span&gt;. But how do you train the heart to be strong? By going through trials of hurts and withstanding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ministry of God is a ministry of love, for anything short of love falls short of His will, and love can only comes from the heart. In my life &amp;amp; ministries, many times had God put me through the test and trials of all kinds that was painful. I suppose everyone goes though their fair share of hurts. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sometimes we become fearful to put our hearts to it knowing the hurt it can come with&lt;/span&gt;. But if I serve not with my heart, I always feels it falls short to pleasing God because one can serve just out of duty. Many people lose heart after hurt and we go on in life bitterly and our ministries become cold. How we need to look to God, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;when you get your perspectives right, you'll grow stronger instead&lt;/span&gt;. And that's what the ministries need. That's how we ought to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pass week has been one of the hardest days to pass. I feel like I've lost a son or a young brother. I asked God why it has to happen, not the first time, but this time it just seemed so much harder. The first time I went through the whole process of a love one dying, going through every step to the end, each process carries a great pain. But I suppose asking why is not the right question but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;remaining faithful &lt;/span&gt;is what we need to do so that in due time it will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;fulfill His purpose&lt;/span&gt;. I guess this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;how our heart matures&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Myanmar work too, we say goodbye very suddenly all the time as we do not know when they will be resettled in 3rd countries. And so, we need to keep restarting again and again... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;with much love for each individual&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;Yow Looi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't cry that he's gone. Be happy that you had him.&lt;/span&gt;" - I’m grateful that I have had them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I need to start to care and love more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-5559833843172757321?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/5559833843172757321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=5559833843172757321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5559833843172757321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5559833843172757321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/08/ministry-of-love.html' title='A Ministry of Love'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-554249839638074654</id><published>2010-08-09T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:14:56.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart voice'/><title type='text'>With All I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;This song keep playing in my head for the past 3 days...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the inspiration =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="3330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PPnKg-sWNjo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PPnKg-sWNjo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Into Your hands&lt;br /&gt;I commit again&lt;br /&gt;With all I am, for You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;You hold my world&lt;br /&gt;In the palm of Your hand&lt;br /&gt;And I am Yours forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I believe in You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I belong to You&lt;br /&gt;You’re the reason that I live&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I sing&lt;br /&gt;With all I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll walk with You&lt;br /&gt;Wherever You go&lt;br /&gt;Through tears and joy&lt;br /&gt;I’ll trust in You&lt;br /&gt;And I will live&lt;br /&gt;In all of Your ways&lt;br /&gt;And Your promises, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will worship&lt;br /&gt;I will worship You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-554249839638074654?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/554249839638074654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=554249839638074654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/554249839638074654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/554249839638074654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/08/with-all-i-am.html' title='With All I Am'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-3795879859094104114</id><published>2010-08-06T01:44:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:47:51.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>Dear Jen Ruw</title><content type='html'>It's a long night for many of us, and the heart is still heavy.&lt;br /&gt;With the few weddings lining up in a row, who would have thought that there is a funeral ahead of them?&lt;br /&gt;The memory started to play its trick, having the flashback keep playing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first day we welcome you at the midst of us with our clapping, to the help you offered when I was making Raymond's memorial book, to the days in Samuel, ... and the last glance of your lifeless body in your bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let you know that I do love you as my (macho but) little brother; most important of all, I do know for sure that - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, more than any one of us&lt;/span&gt;, and you are in very good hand right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TFr9H00aPXI/AAAAAAAABFw/FTFEtxU8ihY/s1600/faces_in_camp_jen_ruw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TFr9H00aPXI/AAAAAAAABFw/FTFEtxU8ihY/s320/faces_in_camp_jen_ruw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501988205665860978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31st Oct 1990 - 5th Aug 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you. I will miss your Garfield-like smiling face, your nonsense joke, your emo sharing, your laughter, our never-ending-whacking-each-other competition, our constant msn whipping emoticon fight; because that makes you YOU. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TFr6nQ0AEDI/AAAAAAAABFo/UrWfSF_1Z5Q/s1600/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TFr6nQ0AEDI/AAAAAAAABFo/UrWfSF_1Z5Q/s320/DSC00822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501985447221399602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We will meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-3795879859094104114?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/3795879859094104114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=3795879859094104114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3795879859094104114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3795879859094104114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-jen-ruw.html' title='Dear Jen Ruw'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TFr9H00aPXI/AAAAAAAABFw/FTFEtxU8ihY/s72-c/faces_in_camp_jen_ruw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-5168021509964650392</id><published>2010-08-02T22:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:14:48.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>Be Yourself =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All my life, I always wanted to be somebody. Now I see that I should have been more specific." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;~ Jane Wagner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hehe! Don't we all sometimes fall into this mental trap...&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be like others? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-you-have-to-be-like-others.html"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-you-have-to-be-like-others.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-5168021509964650392?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/5168021509964650392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=5168021509964650392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5168021509964650392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5168021509964650392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-yourself.html' title='Be Yourself =)'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-3390664582065812251</id><published>2010-07-29T01:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:16:54.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>Inconsolable?</title><content type='html'>The feeling that's haunting me for quite a while, especially this few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TFBoJO5aXfI/AAAAAAAABFg/KPumTSfwtkQ/s1600/fog%26waves2-0804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TFBoJO5aXfI/AAAAAAAABFg/KPumTSfwtkQ/s320/fog%26waves2-0804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499009652846386674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Remember Beck Weathers, don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The worried look, the frown, the palpitations of the heart - come because you are upset, disappointed and worried. Maturing means you have begun to see that God is in control of this world. He is working out purposes that you do not always understand, but you accept it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He will take you through the deep water, not drown you in it&lt;/span&gt;." ~ J. I. Packer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-3390664582065812251?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/3390664582065812251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=3390664582065812251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3390664582065812251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3390664582065812251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/07/inconsolable.html' title='Inconsolable?'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TFBoJO5aXfI/AAAAAAAABFg/KPumTSfwtkQ/s72-c/fog%26waves2-0804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-3675559418533942511</id><published>2010-07-19T20:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:55:52.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Sis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I shouldn't be so harsh to her on her birthday :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the bestest sister I could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sorry ya, for being so angry on the phone call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-3675559418533942511?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/3675559418533942511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=3675559418533942511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3675559418533942511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3675559418533942511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-sis.html' title='Happy Birthday, Sis!'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-7216381553301938570</id><published>2010-07-09T22:39:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T02:05:43.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>Code of Survival? Or the Life Fit for Living?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;In the name of "survival of the fittest", we stiff-arm people with ambition or trample over them in pursuit of our goal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We don't set out to hurt people; sometimes we just do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we get elbowed and ground into the dirt, too. Life can get rough, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it REALLY is rough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At some point we will all know what it feels like to lose.&lt;/span&gt; You have to learn to take it on the chin gracefully and figure out how to win the next time. That's the great lesson of sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But are those things you are fighting for, essential to one’s survival or happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the whole survival-of-the-fittest thing goes haywire, it can&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; damage the part of our soul that makes us care about other people&lt;/span&gt;. When you don’t care, when you’re wrapped up in your own selfishness, man’s inhumanity to man becomes that much easier to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There’s got to be more to life than just survival. &lt;/span&gt;There’s got to be more to life than being better than everyone else. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have to survive for SOMETHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And what is this SOMETHING to you, and to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how convoluted the motivations, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love’s impulses&lt;/span&gt; often triumph over our more selfish instincts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(maternal love served as a very good example here)&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that’s the very thing that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;makes life fit for living&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life is a game of survival of the fittest&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - then I am a loser, big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I rather be a loser than being inhumane.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want to just survive; I want to live, in a life fit for living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because we were meant to  live for so much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Excerpt from S. Dublanica, mostly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Italic &lt;/span&gt;being mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-7216381553301938570?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/7216381553301938570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=7216381553301938570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7216381553301938570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7216381553301938570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/07/code-of-survival-or-life-fit-for-living.html' title='Code of Survival? Or the Life Fit for Living?'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-4037828124379880803</id><published>2010-07-02T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:53:29.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from the Creator'/><title type='text'>Going Back To The Beginning</title><content type='html'>Being human has to do with being made to connect with others. I am not human as God intended if I'm simply an island by myself; I'm fully human when I'm in relationship. My identity is determined not just by who came before me; it's also whoever I connect with. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful because of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good time to reflect on who you are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gen 1:26-27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4037828124379880803?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4037828124379880803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4037828124379880803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4037828124379880803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4037828124379880803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-back-to-beginning.html' title='Going Back To The Beginning'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-7439074852845632808</id><published>2010-07-01T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T01:21:45.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><title type='text'>Little Snapshots Of Life</title><content type='html'>Was reading the "Waiter Rant" before my bedtime yesternight, and I love what the writer wrote about snapshots of lives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There was something magical in the power of words...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll never hunt another man through the jungle. Maybe you won't climb Mount Kilimanjaro or watch a bullfight in the afternoon - you don't have to. The world's big place. You can't do or be everything, nor should you. Life is bigger than any one man. But when you read about other people's lives, when you read their stories, you catch a glimpse of a world bigger than your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People say you have to travel to see the world. Sometimes I think that if you just stay in one place and keep your eyes open, you're going to see just about all that you can handle.&lt;/span&gt;" ~ Auggie Wren, Smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, kinda reminds me of what Raymond once shared to me about adventure.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "the greatest adventure is often here and now", and I still remember til this day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TCzMyS_KUII/AAAAAAAABFY/piNpm_p_BCE/s1600/fb_faces_in_camp_yeeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TCzMyS_KUII/AAAAAAAABFY/piNpm_p_BCE/s320/fb_faces_in_camp_yeeling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488987210320072834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a picture Louis took for me during the recent camp&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't look good in here...&lt;br /&gt;But I do like this picture, because it's a snapshot of me - a snapshot of my life ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6186073113927783053-7439074852845632808?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/7439074852845632808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=7439074852845632808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7439074852845632808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7439074852845632808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-snapshots-of-life.html' title='Little Snapshots Of Life'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TCzMyS_KUII/AAAAAAAABFY/piNpm_p_BCE/s72-c/fb_faces_in_camp_yeeling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-2894644505911015953</id><published>2010-05-30T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:28:35.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The greatest woman I've ever known</title><content type='html'>My mom is the greatest woman I've ever known =)&lt;br /&gt;Her love for us gives me hope; one so selfless, so sacrificial.&lt;br /&gt;I’m utterly thankful for this best thing a daughter could ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TAKC8iqLKuI/AAAAAAAABFQ/lPHeL968mOY/s1600/mom_%26_i_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TAKC8iqLKuI/AAAAAAAABFQ/lPHeL968mOY/s320/mom_%26_i_1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477084073443404514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could tell you about this one day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-2894644505911015953?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/2894644505911015953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=2894644505911015953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/2894644505911015953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/2894644505911015953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/05/greatest-woman-ive-ever-known.html' title='The greatest woman I&apos;ve ever known'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TAKC8iqLKuI/AAAAAAAABFQ/lPHeL968mOY/s72-c/mom_%26_i_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-97442061021485608</id><published>2010-03-18T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:06:59.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>No Choice? Yes? No?</title><content type='html'>I often wonder, why am I always ended up in a nasty situation because “I've got no choice".&lt;br /&gt;But today, I'm reminded that it's not that I've got no choice, but it's the choice that I would not choose… Just like what I taught my students during our class.&lt;br /&gt;It’s really irony to keep asking the same old question when you already knew the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would something started off so well, but ended up so badly? Or perhaps it’s only me?&lt;br /&gt;If something seems too good to be true, it probably is. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time brings all things to light. Lets see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-97442061021485608?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/97442061021485608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=97442061021485608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/97442061021485608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/97442061021485608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-choice-yes-no.html' title='No Choice? Yes? No?'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-1635197189041773093</id><published>2009-12-29T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:16:28.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from the Creator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Message at 27th</title><content type='html'>Stumble upon this article today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="date"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="date"&gt;Dec 29&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;h1 class=""&gt;&lt;span class="icon"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="more" href="http://www.maxlucado.com/articles/daily/homesick_for_heaven/"&gt;Homesick for Heaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;           &lt;div class="promo"&gt;            &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Our homeland is in heaven.”  Philippians 3:20&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;p&gt;This home we’re in won’t last forever.  Birthdays remind us of that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not long ago I turned fifty.  I’m closer to ninety than I am to infancy.  All those things they say about aging are coming true.  I’m patting myself less on the back and more under the chin.  I have everything I had twenty years ago, except now it’s all lower.  The other day I tried to straighten out the wrinkles in my socks and found out I wasn’t wearing any.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aging.  It’s no fun.  The way we try to avoid it, you’d think we could.  We paint the body, preserve the body, protect the body.  And well we should.  These bodies are God’s gifts.  We should be responsible.  But we should also be realistic.  This body must die so the new body can live.  “Flesh and blood cannot have a part in the kingdom of God.  Something that will ruin cannot have a part in something that never ruins” (I Cor. 15:50).&lt;/p&gt;                                                         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 of 365 devotionals in &lt;a href="http://www.maxlucado.net/_product_30313/Grace_For_The_Moment_Volume_II"&gt;Grace for the Moment, Volume II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Originally excerpted from &lt;a href="http://www.maxlucado.net/_product_30305/Traveling_Light_%28Paperback%29" title="Click here to order the book"&gt;Traveling Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maxlucado.net/_product_30305/Traveling_Light_%28Paperback%29" title="Click here to order the book"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-1635197189041773093?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/1635197189041773093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=1635197189041773093&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1635197189041773093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1635197189041773093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/12/message-at-27th.html' title='Message at 27th'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-8219410880567761152</id><published>2009-12-15T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:25:45.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>Maybe, this is it =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/Syeb74xAydI/AAAAAAAABFI/ETKGmGSJGw8/s1600-h/bury_my_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/Syeb74xAydI/AAAAAAAABFI/ETKGmGSJGw8/s400/bury_my_heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415468530088856018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-8219410880567761152?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/8219410880567761152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=8219410880567761152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8219410880567761152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8219410880567761152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/12/maybe-this-is-it.html' title='Maybe, this is it =)'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/Syeb74xAydI/AAAAAAAABFI/ETKGmGSJGw8/s72-c/bury_my_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-8135299286442681440</id><published>2009-11-15T22:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:58:34.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rkym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>It had been 3 years since you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come into your life and people leave it, but there are only a few could make a lasting impact in your life.&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how people's road mapped out and collide, and their life is changed forever due to the collision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would not be the same without knowing you. I truly thank God for our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;And this remind me of the quote that you've once share to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A lifetime’s not too long, to live as friends...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh, and it's 2 years since the first day I've met him too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-8135299286442681440?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/8135299286442681440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=8135299286442681440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8135299286442681440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8135299286442681440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/11/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-6286531358212177386</id><published>2009-10-21T01:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:29:37.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart voice'/><title type='text'>Someday We'll Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;90 miles outside Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop driving, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;So many questions, I need an answer&lt;br /&gt;Two years later, you're still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to Emelia Earhart?&lt;br /&gt;Who holds the stars up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Is true love once in a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;Did the captain of the titanic cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know, if love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know, why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know, why I wasn't meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?&lt;br /&gt;Or what the wind says when she cries?&lt;br /&gt;I'm speeding by the place that I met you&lt;br /&gt;For the 97th time tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know, if love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know, why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know, why I wasn't meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know, why Samson loved Delilah&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll go dancing on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll know, that I was the one for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;I watched the stars crash in the sea&lt;br /&gt;If I could ask god just one question&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know, if love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know, why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know, why I wasn't meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know, why Samson loved Delilah&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll go dancing on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll know, that I was the one for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes, someday, we'll know... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May we have enough happiness to make us sweet, enough trials to make us strong, enough sorrow to keep us human, and enough hope to make us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-6286531358212177386?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/6286531358212177386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=6286531358212177386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6286531358212177386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6286531358212177386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/10/someday-well-know.html' title='Someday We&apos;ll Know'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-7417609377743440679</id><published>2009-10-19T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:15:06.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haha'/><title type='text'>The Jane Austen Book Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grigg Harris: One day, I'm like 10 years old, my dad takes me back to the shed and he shows me some magazines that he keeps back there. He says, "This is strictly guy stuff. It's top secret. Very private. Tell no one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[he shows a sci-fi magazine and laughs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grigg Harris: So from then on... It was like... I don't know... It's like me and my dad and science fiction. These were the first books I fell in love with, and I never got over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute guy, I like him. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-7417609377743440679?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/7417609377743440679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=7417609377743440679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7417609377743440679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7417609377743440679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/10/jane-austen-book-club.html' title='The Jane Austen Book Club'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-3939471401644217312</id><published>2009-10-02T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:55:01.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart voice'/><title type='text'>Carry Your Candle</title><content type='html'>There is a candle in every soul&lt;br /&gt;Some brightly burning, some dark and cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated brother – see how he’s tried to light his own candle some other way&lt;br /&gt;See now your sister – she’s been robbed and lied to&lt;br /&gt;Still holds a candle without a flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry your candle&lt;br /&gt;Run to the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Seek out the hopeless&lt;br /&gt;Confused and torn&lt;br /&gt;Seek out the lonely&lt;br /&gt;The tired and worn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold out your candle&lt;br /&gt;For all to see it&lt;br /&gt;Take your candle&lt;br /&gt;And go light your world&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Make us a beacon in darkest time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-3939471401644217312?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/3939471401644217312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=3939471401644217312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3939471401644217312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3939471401644217312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/10/carry-your-candle.html' title='Carry Your Candle'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-4648279955417033987</id><published>2009-09-30T22:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:27:16.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DCQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>Time for a Change? Bummer...</title><content type='html'>I was rather delighted at the good news that the company has got a new account recently, because it might be an opportunity for me to work at a different environment, and to start things anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, the management had made the decision, and I gonna stay at the current project =/ though most probably with a different role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just tough, and very uneasy for me to face an untruthful person everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are a lot of untruthful people everywhere, but knowing you have once trusted someone like that, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly frustrated at myself; and I hate myself very much, every time when I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;But, there is no one else should be blamed, when you’re blinded by own foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really so hard to be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the happy faces, especially mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If knowing answers to life's questions is absolutely necessary to you, then forget the journey. You will never make it, for this is a journey of unknowables, - of unanswered questions, enigmas, incomprehensibles, and most of all, things unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Jeanne Guyon ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4648279955417033987?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4648279955417033987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4648279955417033987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4648279955417033987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4648279955417033987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-for-change-bummer.html' title='Time for a Change? Bummer...'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-3105226669286197730</id><published>2009-09-24T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:04:31.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to the Friendship at Bizarre Place!</title><content type='html'>As I was writing an email to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1026988&amp;amp;l=c5ed9d1f06&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt; - the Aussie friend I met back in Fiji, after our last email correspondence back in 2009 New Year; much flash back of the memories came back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exactly one year ago, my adventure at Fiji Island =)&lt;br /&gt;I have been through good and bad times there, mostly good times. Looking at those pictures I took &amp;amp; the foot prints I left behind, I was indeed happy during then. I am very thankful for those companionship &amp;amp; support over the internet when I was extremely gloomy. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could still remember clearly, me making those silly phone calls to him during my last night at Fiji... One year had gone, many things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;Promises were made &amp;amp; broken, but life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-3105226669286197730?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/3105226669286197730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=3105226669286197730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3105226669286197730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3105226669286197730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-anniversary-to-friendship-at.html' title='Happy Anniversary to the Friendship at Bizarre Place!'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-7831129128960330570</id><published>2009-09-03T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:56:29.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>Melancholic Moment</title><content type='html'>There were some researches shows that creativity and sadness are linked. They thinks that embracing some sadness can boost creative thinking and allow for more complex relationships with the rest of the world. They also points to the great history of artists, dreamers, thinkers and innovators who derived inspiration from being melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I would not agree to embrace sadness to boost creativity, but definitely they're linked, as least for me.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I wrote when I'm in my melancholic mode.&lt;br /&gt;And I take a peep at both my old &amp;amp; new blog archive, I have about 180 melancholic moments compare to 12 happy moments since I start writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo? I think I'm too grown up for that =)&lt;br /&gt;Effecting others with your negative emotion is something I refrain myself from doing, it doesn't help by spreading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outlet to express, I would say.  A tip of the iceberg how I really felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressure of life, drained me to the uttermost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-7831129128960330570?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/7831129128960330570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=7831129128960330570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7831129128960330570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7831129128960330570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/09/melancholic-moment.html' title='Melancholic Moment'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-4652773597050349618</id><published>2009-09-02T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:41:35.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds n sky'/><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/Sp_O9QIfyvI/AAAAAAAABE8/3MQkRAwWOsg/s1600-h/3401664988_e59405b954_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/Sp_O9QIfyvI/AAAAAAAABE8/3MQkRAwWOsg/s400/3401664988_e59405b954_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377244031801608946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4652773597050349618?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4652773597050349618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4652773597050349618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4652773597050349618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4652773597050349618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/Sp_O9QIfyvI/AAAAAAAABE8/3MQkRAwWOsg/s72-c/3401664988_e59405b954_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-1883958795921110061</id><published>2009-08-28T23:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:35:50.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy moment'/><title type='text'>Song Fest 007</title><content type='html'>It had been a year already, after my last Song Fest as a participant (Thanks goodness! Need not to sing in front of people anymore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can't help but to remember those precious memories... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ng51W8vEAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ng51W8vEAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't happy all the time; but I remember - I was happy when we were singing those happy songs =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be another happening day for the Group 2009.&lt;br /&gt;All the best, and enjoy singing praises to the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Related post:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/08/sing-happy-song.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sing a Happy Song&lt;/span&gt; (Aug 25, 2008) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-1883958795921110061?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/1883958795921110061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=1883958795921110061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1883958795921110061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1883958795921110061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/08/song-fest-007.html' title='Song Fest 007'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-8869756812344297895</id><published>2009-08-16T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:58:45.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream on'/><title type='text'>Beautifully Imperfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u4HO34BYDME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u4HO34BYDME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's these small things you remember; little imperfections that make them perfect for you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-8869756812344297895?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/8869756812344297895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=8869756812344297895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8869756812344297895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8869756812344297895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautifully-imperfect.html' title='Beautifully Imperfect'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-7105313452767333102</id><published>2009-08-09T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:13:22.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from the Creator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>A Time for Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;There is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a time for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a season for every activity&lt;/span&gt; under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;born &lt;/span&gt;and a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;plant &lt;/span&gt;and a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uproot&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kill &lt;/span&gt;and a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;heal&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tear down&lt;/span&gt; and a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;build&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weep &lt;/span&gt;and a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mourn &lt;/span&gt;and a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scatter &lt;/span&gt;stones and a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;gather &lt;/span&gt;them,&lt;br /&gt;a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;embrace &lt;/span&gt;and a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;refrain&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;search &lt;/span&gt;and a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give up&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;keep &lt;/span&gt;and a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;throw away&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tear &lt;/span&gt;and a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mend&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a time to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;silent &lt;/span&gt;and a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;speak&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;and a time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a time for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;war &lt;/span&gt;and a time for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Eccl 3:1-8 *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He makes all things beautiful in His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-7105313452767333102?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/7105313452767333102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=7105313452767333102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7105313452767333102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7105313452767333102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-for-everything.html' title='A Time for Everything'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-6678640075902654854</id><published>2009-08-06T23:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:23:26.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart voice'/><title type='text'>Yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prefer Jem's version of Yellow, I find her voice suit the song and the mood very well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm... Big bright moon, Jem's Yellow, (perhaps add-on a glass of wine...) - simply sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Jem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;And everything you do&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they were all yellow&lt;br /&gt;I came alone&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a song for you&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you do&lt;br /&gt;And he was called yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i took my turn&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a thing too done&lt;br /&gt;And he was all yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your skin&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah your skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;Turn into something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;D'you know&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you so&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swam across&lt;br /&gt;I jumped across for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were all yellow&lt;br /&gt;I drew a line&lt;br /&gt;I drew a line for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a thing to do&lt;br /&gt;And he was all yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your skin&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah your skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;Turn into something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;D'you know&lt;br /&gt;For you I bleed myself dry&lt;br /&gt;For you I bleed myself dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-6678640075902654854?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/6678640075902654854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=6678640075902654854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6678640075902654854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6678640075902654854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/08/yellow.html' title='Yellow'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-4298728213422786776</id><published>2009-08-01T01:12:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T02:28:45.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds n sky'/><title type='text'>Competition Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPETITION SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Gin Blossoms (the acoustic version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up I saw nothing&lt;br /&gt;But blue in the bluest sky&lt;br /&gt;And now it's creeping across my eye&lt;br /&gt;Going down in my mind, down in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm high and I'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;So help me to get untied&lt;br /&gt;Fast asleep now I'm going blind&lt;br /&gt;Falling down in my mind, down in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Just fine&lt;br /&gt;Emulate the style&lt;br /&gt;A competition smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm running, not looking&lt;br /&gt;And opening up my brain&lt;br /&gt;Where it's easy to lose my name&lt;br /&gt;Looking dumb in the rain, dumb in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll notice&lt;br /&gt;That no one else helps me grow&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's not easy to let you know&lt;br /&gt;What I'm dying to show&lt;br /&gt;Dying until you know&lt;br /&gt;Pretending all the while&lt;br /&gt;A competition smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've thrown something far&lt;br /&gt;And it haunts me like a curse&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a stone&lt;br /&gt;Falling hard&lt;br /&gt;And I'm only getting worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up I saw nothing&lt;br /&gt;But blue in the bluest sky&lt;br /&gt;And now it's creeping across my eye&lt;br /&gt;And going down in my mind, down in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm high and I'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;So help me to get untied&lt;br /&gt;Fast asleep now I'm going blind&lt;br /&gt;Falling down in my mind, down in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Just fine&lt;br /&gt;Pretending all the while&lt;br /&gt;A competition smile&lt;br /&gt;I'm hiding high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SnMmXn-YyvI/AAAAAAAABE0/B7U1UROAtPE/s400/bluesky.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364673768437893874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* good night *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4298728213422786776?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4298728213422786776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4298728213422786776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4298728213422786776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4298728213422786776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/08/competition-smile.html' title='Competition Smile'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SnMmXn-YyvI/AAAAAAAABE0/B7U1UROAtPE/s72-c/bluesky.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-2876100911911476587</id><published>2009-07-30T23:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:32:31.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>Why do you have to be like others?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Um9KsrH377A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Um9KsrH377A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty good Thai commercial by Pantene, though the needless swing of hair at the ending performance can be a little funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what struck me the most in the ad, is a conversation of the girl and the old man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold"&gt;"Why am I different from others?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you have to be like others?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;I asked God this question all the times, "Why me?", why?&lt;br /&gt;Why it was me that need to go through all these tough times and not others, why I have to make such difficult choice and decision... yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I've got my question answered - in a form of question. Good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-2876100911911476587?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/2876100911911476587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=2876100911911476587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/2876100911911476587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/2876100911911476587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-you-have-to-be-like-others.html' title='Why do you have to be like others?'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-2601999980551664652</id><published>2009-07-27T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:59:06.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds n sky'/><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/Sm3AUwSDV7I/AAAAAAAABEs/ixu1gT0JgPk/s1600-h/trunk-on-beach.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/Sm3AUwSDV7I/AAAAAAAABEs/ixu1gT0JgPk/s400/trunk-on-beach.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363154194058663858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-2601999980551664652?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/2601999980551664652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=2601999980551664652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/2601999980551664652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/2601999980551664652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/07/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/Sm3AUwSDV7I/AAAAAAAABEs/ixu1gT0JgPk/s72-c/trunk-on-beach.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-4024612681023159560</id><published>2009-07-26T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:24:59.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawn to the world'/><title type='text'>Greed</title><content type='html'>This is an old story and a little humorous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One day Abraham Lincoln was walking down the street with two small boys who were both crying loudly.&lt;br /&gt;A neighbor passing by inquired, “What’s the matter, Abe? Why all the fuss?”&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln responded, “The trouble with these lads is what’s wrong with the world; one has a nut and the other wants it!”&lt;/blockquote&gt;But it illustrates a big problem and the oldest one known to man -- greed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4024612681023159560?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4024612681023159560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4024612681023159560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4024612681023159560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4024612681023159560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/07/greed.html' title='Greed'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-6973035578323872386</id><published>2009-07-08T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:28:11.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart voice'/><title type='text'>Sunrise of Your Smile</title><content type='html'>Reject the worldly lie that says,&lt;br /&gt;That life lies always up ahead,&lt;br /&gt;Let power go before control becomes a crust around your soul,&lt;br /&gt;Escape the hunger to possess,&lt;br /&gt;And soul-diminishing success,&lt;br /&gt;This world is full of narrow lives,&lt;br /&gt;I pray by grace your smile survives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I would wander weary miles,&lt;br /&gt;Would welcome ridicule, my child,&lt;br /&gt;To simply see the sunrise of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;To see the light behind your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The happy thought that makes you fly,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would wander weary miles,&lt;br /&gt;To simply see the sunrise of your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now close your eyes so you can see,&lt;br /&gt;Your own unfinished memories,&lt;br /&gt;Now open them, for time is brief,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be blest beyond belief,&lt;br /&gt;Now glance above you at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;There's beauty there to blind the eye,&lt;br /&gt;I ask all this then wait awhile,&lt;br /&gt;To see the dawning of your smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-6973035578323872386?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/6973035578323872386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=6973035578323872386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6973035578323872386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6973035578323872386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunrise-of-your-smile.html' title='Sunrise of Your Smile'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-8531730048126823265</id><published>2009-07-06T00:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:59:28.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream on'/><title type='text'>"Spring" Time in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if you notice, there are plenty of trees blooming since 2 weeks ago =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the very rare period, I will find driving a pleasant thing to do, because of the lovely sight of the greens and flowers along the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often enjoy the last mile to my workplace, I'll get to see the canopy of trees as I turn into  the main road where my client's office located, somehow it will just brighten my day.&lt;br /&gt;And now, the trees around both church and my workplace, are blooming with pink, white &amp;amp; yellow flowers!&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's hard to see flowers blooming in Malaysian city, it only comes twice a year! At times like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the trees, my favorite definitely would be the Angsana tree!&lt;br /&gt;The Angsana tree produces bright yellow flowers, and often provide very good shade with its large crown. The yellow flowers will fall to the ground during windy or rainy day, leaving the yellow carpet behind... =)&lt;br /&gt;Gentle breeze + Angsana flowers &gt;&gt; Such a lovely sight! And it never fail to make me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, flowers and greens, are God's channel to colour our lives in a world that isn’t kind =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-8531730048126823265?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/8531730048126823265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=8531730048126823265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8531730048126823265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8531730048126823265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/07/spring-time-in-malaysia.html' title='&quot;Spring&quot; Time in Malaysia'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-7937350892568838499</id><published>2009-07-03T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:10:24.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/Sk7vvqY3e5I/AAAAAAAABEY/rPRoHqW1hnI/s1600-h/Alice+Doesn%27t+Live+Here+Anymore+-+branches+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/Sk7vvqY3e5I/AAAAAAAABEY/rPRoHqW1hnI/s400/Alice+Doesn%27t+Live+Here+Anymore+-+branches+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354480609101577106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Simply like the title...&lt;br /&gt;And the journey of Alice searching for the possibility of new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-7937350892568838499?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/7937350892568838499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=7937350892568838499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7937350892568838499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7937350892568838499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/07/alice-doesnt-live-here-anymore.html' title='Alice Doesn&apos;t Live Here Anymore'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/Sk7vvqY3e5I/AAAAAAAABEY/rPRoHqW1hnI/s72-c/Alice+Doesn%27t+Live+Here+Anymore+-+branches+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-82860116779829904</id><published>2009-05-30T00:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:31:36.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>The farewell story told by the Alchemist</title><content type='html'>A story/excerpt from the book I read recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In ancient Rome, at the time of Emperor Tiberius, there lived a good man who had two sons. One was in the military, and had been sent to the most distant regions of the empire. The other son was a poet, and delighted all of Rome with his beautiful verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, the father had a dream. An angel appeared to him, and told him that the words of one of his sons would be learned and repeated throughout the world for all generations to come. The father woke from his dream grateful and crying, because life was generous, and had revealed to him something any father would be proud to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly thereafter, the father died as he tried to save a child who was about to be crushed by the wheels of a chariot. He then met the angel that had appeared in his dream in the Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were always a good man," the angel said to him. "You lived your life in a loving way, and died with dignity. I can now grant you any wish you desire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life was good to me", the man said. "When you appeared in my dream, I felt that all my efforts had been rewarded, because my son's poems will be read by men for generations to come. I don't want anything for myself. But any father would be proud of the fame achieved by one whom he had cared for as a child, and educated as he grew up. Sometime in the distant future, I would like to see my son's words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel touched the man's shoulder, and they were both projected far into the future. They were in an immense setting, surrounded by thousands of people speaking a strange language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man wept with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know that my son's poems were immortal," he said to the angel through his tears. "Can you tell me which of my son's poems these people are repeating?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel came closer to the man, and, with tenderness, led him to a bench nearby, where they sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The verses of your son who was the poet were very popular in Rome," the angel said. "Everyone loved them and enjoyed them. But when the reign of Tiberius ended, his poems were forgotten. The words you're hearing now are those of your son in the military."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man looked at the angel in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your son went to serve at a distant place, and became a centurion. He was just and good. One afternoon, one of his servants fell ill, and it appeared that he would die. Your son had heard of a rabbi who was able to cure illnesses, and he rode out for days and days in search of this man. Along the way, he learned that the man he was seeking was the Son of God. He met others who had been cured by him, and they instructed your son in the man's teachings. And so, despite the fact that he was a Roman centurion, he converted to their faith. Shortly thereafter, he reached the place where the man he was looking for was visiting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He told the man that one of his servants was gravely ill, and the rabbi made ready to go to his house with him. But the centurion was a man of faith, and looking into the eye of the rabbi, he knew that he was surely in the presence of the Son of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And this is what your son said," the angel told the man. "These are the words he said to the rabbi at that point, and they have never been forgotten:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;'My Lord, I am not worthy that you should come under my roof. But only speak a word and my servant will be healed.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter what he does, every person on earth plays a central role in the history of the world. And normally he doesn't know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story above is fictional, but it does has some truth in it... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Matt 8:5-13 *&lt;br /&gt;* Acts 16:26-28a *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-82860116779829904?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/82860116779829904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=82860116779829904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/82860116779829904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/82860116779829904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/05/farewell-story-told-by-alchemist.html' title='The farewell story told by the Alchemist'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-5656734491053265990</id><published>2009-05-27T23:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:25:12.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>Happy Sad Song</title><content type='html'>A colleague of mine sent me a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rozzee/3219243233/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; after reading my FB status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a picture of clouds and sky, followed by a song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Tree.&lt;br /&gt;I never like that song, the reason is because of the suckish Mandarin version by a female Taiwanese singer... And the song was played so often during then - on the school bus radio, tv, pasar malam... basically everywhere... Ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, when I read the lyrics, I start to understand what the song writer trying to express. &lt;br /&gt;It was a happy sad song, just like the Pearl Jam's Last Kiss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two powerful opposed metaphors. Irony of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-5656734491053265990?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/5656734491053265990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=5656734491053265990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5656734491053265990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5656734491053265990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-sad-song.html' title='Happy Sad Song'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-3432031004994201543</id><published>2009-05-24T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:01:45.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DCQ'/><title type='text'>All and All</title><content type='html'>Give God your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;. He doesn't ask us to give Him only what we would consider perfect. Give Him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything, every scrap, every part of us, everything you've kept hidden on the back shelf of your heart&lt;/span&gt;.  Give him those things that you judge as&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not good enough&lt;/span&gt;.  Hand over those areas of your life that appear to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too broken to be used&lt;/span&gt;. God can and will transform the good, the bad, what you deem the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt;. Let Him sift and sort things through. You'll be amazed at what the Master Creator can make out of what you might consider &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the shambles of your heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Katherine Walden ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-3432031004994201543?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/3432031004994201543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=3432031004994201543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3432031004994201543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3432031004994201543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-and-all.html' title='All and All'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-5704552556863490060</id><published>2009-05-21T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:14:36.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart voice'/><title type='text'>Pick Yourself Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vB04CFXMpHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vB04CFXMpHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothings impossible I have found&lt;br /&gt;For when my chin is on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I pick myself up, dust myself off, start all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose your confidence if you slip&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful for a pleasant trip&lt;br /&gt;And pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work like a soul inspired till the battle of the day is won&lt;br /&gt;You may be sick and tired but you'll be a man my son&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember the famous man who had to fall to rise again?&lt;br /&gt;They picked themselves up, dust themselves off and started all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-5704552556863490060?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/5704552556863490060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=5704552556863490060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5704552556863490060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5704552556863490060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/05/pick-yourself-up.html' title='Pick Yourself Up'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-2725283058285897582</id><published>2009-05-09T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:53:49.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><title type='text'>The best thing about pain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urgayle: &lt;/span&gt;Pain is your friend, your ally, it will tell you when you are seriously injured, it will keep you awake and angry, and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home. But you know the best thing about pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O'Neil:&lt;/span&gt; Don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urgayle:&lt;/span&gt; It lets you know you're not dead yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this quote =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-2725283058285897582?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/2725283058285897582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=2725283058285897582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/2725283058285897582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/2725283058285897582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-thing-about-pain.html' title='The best thing about pain?'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-7970115677603795571</id><published>2009-04-25T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:42:49.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>Mystery • God</title><content type='html'>The presence of mystery does not mean the absence of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-7970115677603795571?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/7970115677603795571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=7970115677603795571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7970115677603795571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7970115677603795571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/04/mystery-god.html' title='Mystery • God'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-4864085566398707567</id><published>2009-03-14T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:29:17.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>Greetings from Kuwait</title><content type='html'>So, I am in Kuwait now...&lt;br /&gt;Very sudden for lots of people, and in fact myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of Kuwait - It is very BROWN...&lt;br /&gt;Not only because of the sand patches everywhere, but for some reason, the buildings here all in brownish tone... Trying to camouflage perhaps???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a not-so-good experience at Kuwait initially, cos of the communication problem &amp;amp; language barrier...&lt;br /&gt;I was outside the airport alone, trying to get to my company's hostel, but I could not communicate to the taxi driver, they speak Arabic language and I have no clue what they were saying, and as more of them coming in trying to help, some even started speaking to each other loudly, it truly freak me out a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still managed to reach my hostel safely, but that's also when I became emo... Being alone at a foreign land - is something I find it so hard to deal with, mainly because I felt there is no sense of security...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that after I let it out, I must do something to stop the emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;It's never wrong to show your emotion, it would be inhumane to be without emotion, but we must never dwell too long in it. Because it will consume and destroy you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am thankful for the reminder that Morrie gave me, it's like a energy booster at your time of need.&lt;br /&gt;I am even more thankful for the person who bought me the book, it helps alot =)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there is a friend encouraging me when I feel most helpless - in fact, Morrie &amp;amp; Mitch, remind me alot about Raymond &amp;amp; I... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kick myself out from the gloomy apartment, heading to the Marina nearby for lunch &amp;amp; walk around, ignoring those scary warning I heard - lady should never roam around alone... And I am so GALD I did!&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sea and sand - always my remedy for sadness. Took a super long lunch at the restaurant next to the Marina, savouring the food, enjoying the scenery, and reading the book =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I took off my shoes, and went for a stroll at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could walk on the shore at the Arabian Gulf like what I was doing, I began to feel very thankful for the experience, despite of the tough time I am going thru now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling extremely sleepy right now @ 9pm Kuwait time... I shall log off soon.&lt;br /&gt;Remember me in your prayer, I long to see all of you again, especially you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos, maybe tomorrow... Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4864085566398707567?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4864085566398707567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4864085566398707567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4864085566398707567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4864085566398707567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/03/greetings-from-kuwait.html' title='Greetings from Kuwait'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-4813012002139804952</id><published>2009-02-26T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:29:28.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart voice'/><title type='text'>Thank You on this Special Day</title><content type='html'>This song always remind me of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You (for giving to the Lord)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Ray Boltz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I went to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And you were there with me;&lt;br /&gt;We walked upon the streets of gold&lt;br /&gt;Beside the crystal sea.&lt;br /&gt;We heard the angels singing&lt;br /&gt;Then someone called your name.&lt;br /&gt;We turned and saw a young man running&lt;br /&gt;And he was smiling as he came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said, "Friend you may not know me now."&lt;br /&gt;And then he said, "But wait,&lt;br /&gt;You used to teach my Sunday School&lt;br /&gt;When I was only eight.&lt;br /&gt;And every week you would say a prayer&lt;br /&gt;Before the class would start.&lt;br /&gt;And one day when you said that prayer,&lt;br /&gt;I asked Jesus in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I am a life that was changed.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad you gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another man stood before you&lt;br /&gt;And said, "Remember the time&lt;br /&gt;A missionary came to your church&lt;br /&gt;And his pictures made you cry.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't have much money,&lt;br /&gt;But you gave it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus took the gift you gave&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I'm here today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I am a life that was changed.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad you gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one they came&lt;br /&gt;Far as the eye could see.&lt;br /&gt;Each life somehow touched&lt;br /&gt;By your generosity.&lt;br /&gt;Little things that you had done,&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifices made,&lt;br /&gt;Unnoticed on the earth&lt;br /&gt;In heaven, now proclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know up in heaven&lt;br /&gt;You're not supposed to cry&lt;br /&gt;But I am almost sure&lt;br /&gt;There were tears in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;As Jesus took your hand&lt;br /&gt;And you stood before the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "My child, look around you.&lt;br /&gt;Great is your reward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I am a life that was changed.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad you gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I am a life that was changed.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad you gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFrdJ2V3r7Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFrdJ2V3r7Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How are you? I miss you dearly =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4813012002139804952?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4813012002139804952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4813012002139804952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4813012002139804952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4813012002139804952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-on-this-special-day.html' title='Thank You on this Special Day'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-495143404063940629</id><published>2009-01-03T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:28:07.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><title type='text'>Dirty Car</title><content type='html'>Finally, I am thankful for being a Malaysian car owner after I read this from Wiki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe it or not, but it's actually illegal to drive around in a dirty car in Oman. You may get stopped by the police who can fine you OMR5, although they are more likely to just tell you to wash your ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really get fine weekly if I own a car at Oman...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-495143404063940629?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/495143404063940629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=495143404063940629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/495143404063940629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/495143404063940629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/01/dirty-car.html' title='Dirty Car'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-7984832743348287209</id><published>2008-12-25T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:58:19.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas, isn't Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas, isn’t Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Till it happened in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep inside you&lt;br /&gt;Is where Christmas really starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=55170&amp;amp;l=6e1b2&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SVO6O9O7dPI/AAAAAAAABC0/A0-F2m6aVOE/s200/DSC01169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283771553953838322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Blessed Christmas =)&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/6186073113927783053-7984832743348287209?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SVO6O9O7dPI/AAAAAAAABC0/A0-F2m6aVOE/s72-c/DSC01169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-7747607448685966169</id><published>2008-12-22T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:15:36.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart voice'/><title type='text'>The Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heard this song on the radio on my way to work today, the lyrics indeed cut to my heart, and I love it immediately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ROSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by Bette Midler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love, it is a river&lt;br /&gt;That drowns the tender reed&lt;br /&gt;Some say love, it is a razor&lt;br /&gt;That leaves your soul to bleed&lt;br /&gt;Some say love, it is a hunger&lt;br /&gt;An endless aching need&lt;br /&gt;I say love, it is a flower&lt;br /&gt;And you, its only seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart, afraid of breaking&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to dance&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream, afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;That never takes the chance&lt;br /&gt;It's the one who won't be taken&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot seem to give&lt;br /&gt;And the soul, afraid of dying&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night has been too lonely&lt;br /&gt;And the road has been too long&lt;br /&gt;And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong&lt;br /&gt;Just remember in the winter&lt;br /&gt;Far beneath the bitter snow&lt;br /&gt;Lies the seed&lt;br /&gt;That with the sun's love, in the spring&lt;br /&gt;Becomes the rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-7747607448685966169?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-6186073113927783053.post-3208042260088252442</id><published>2008-11-15T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:44:11.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>730</title><content type='html'>已经过了730天...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still miss you dearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-3208042260088252442?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/3208042260088252442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=3208042260088252442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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enough</title><content type='html'>Things change, plans fail&lt;br /&gt;You look for love on a grander scale&lt;br /&gt;Storms rise, hopes fade&lt;br /&gt;And you place your bets on another day&lt;br /&gt;When the going gets tough&lt;br /&gt;When the rides too rough&lt;br /&gt;When you're just not sure enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, hearts turn&lt;br /&gt;A little bit wiser from lessons learned&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, weakness wins&lt;br /&gt;And you lose your foothold once again&lt;br /&gt;When the going gets tough&lt;br /&gt;When the rides too rough&lt;br /&gt;When you're just not sure enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I AM SO TORN BETWEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-7002073087005219275?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-8632205373384819591</id><published>2008-10-31T01:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:55:56.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawn to the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>Do you have enough nice pictures?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wonder what will happen to you after your passing to the afterlife? Is there really a new world at the other side of the rainbow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking over this question lately, wondering if my times is up...&lt;br /&gt;I always have this thought whenever the pain came back and haunt me, silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, at the midst of my grey grey world, some light shed upon me through a movie &amp;amp; a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Like you come to the island and had a holiday. Sun didn't burn you red-red, just brown. You sleep and no mosquito bite you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But the truth is, it bound to happen if you stay long enough&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So take that nice picture you got in your head home with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;, but don't be fooled... &lt;/span&gt;If we're lucky, maybe, we got some nice pictures to take with us."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, how true... Every face we see and meet is a memory.&lt;br /&gt;In life we are bound to have our ups and downs, therefore each picture may not be a perfect memory. But the important bit is, we can choose to remember the good part, the beautiful moment of everyone you've come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is the last moment of your life, do you have enough nice pictures with you?&lt;br /&gt;For that matter, did YOU and ME have our nice picture taken together? I hope we did =)&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait until it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-8632205373384819591?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/8632205373384819591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=8632205373384819591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8632205373384819591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8632205373384819591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-have-enough-nice-pictures.html' title='Do you have enough nice pictures?'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-542286443373482123</id><published>2008-10-21T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:37:07.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dudette at Live &amp; Inspire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nigelais.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nigel&lt;/a&gt; features me at his bi-weekly online magazine "&lt;a href="http://liveandinspire.com/"&gt;Live &amp;amp; Inspire&lt;/a&gt;", &lt;a href="http://liveandinspire.com/live/article.asp?articleID=25"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dude/Dudette, I want your job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://liveandinspire.com/live/article.asp?articleID=25"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SQnv1jlPftI/AAAAAAAAAxo/rAQhGXTt_z4/s320/Dudette,+I+want+your+job.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263001342922686162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do bear in mind, some of the details were edited by the editor &amp;amp; chief editor, could be a lil exaggerate, but not too far from the truth ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-542286443373482123?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/542286443373482123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=542286443373482123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/542286443373482123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/542286443373482123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/10/dudette-at-live-inspire.html' title='Dudette at Live &amp; Inspire'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SQnv1jlPftI/AAAAAAAAAxo/rAQhGXTt_z4/s72-c/Dudette,+I+want+your+job.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-773486132293722283</id><published>2008-10-06T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:24:06.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>In love with Jacaranda</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful to be here at the right time to see the blooming Jacaranda trees everywhere at Brisbane!&lt;br /&gt;So I went around following the trace of Jacaranda trees, I am just so in love with it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=47759&amp;amp;l=c066d&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SVINk8vTaeI/AAAAAAAABCM/b3jSR92rA1U/s320/P1020075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283300241289996770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me @ Sunshine Coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=47777&amp;amp;l=43e94&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SVINlGD037I/AAAAAAAABCU/XlhrpEXxUeY/s320/P1020128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283300243791994802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The romantic Brisbane river at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=48949&amp;amp;l=5f0e3&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SVINlcxphQI/AAAAAAAABCc/SwxW6wKb4OA/s320/P1020147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283300249889768706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to Brisbane CBD again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=52363&amp;amp;l=02dc3&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SVINlrmalKI/AAAAAAAABCk/xAXm4SVEugU/s320/P1020282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283300253869184162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JACARANDA TREE @ New Farm Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=52488&amp;amp;l=b038f&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SVINl5k_2eI/AAAAAAAABCs/SMVYNkXYFSg/s320/P1020408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283300257621334498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;St Mary Cathedral @ Ipswich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-773486132293722283?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/773486132293722283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=773486132293722283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/773486132293722283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/773486132293722283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-love-with-jacaranda.html' title='In love with Jacaranda'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SVINk8vTaeI/AAAAAAAABCM/b3jSR92rA1U/s72-c/P1020075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-1478971711892016513</id><published>2008-10-04T23:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:29:41.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy moment'/><title type='text'>Fiji Day 20: Pergi Mana</title><content type='html'>Okay, I was wrong... I manage to take a look at the nicer part of the Island ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Went to the west of Fiji Island - Nadi to stay for a day.&lt;br /&gt;Must thanks Richard for the recommendation and Vodafone for the good rate, I check-in to Hilton resort and went out for a splendid day cruise to Mana Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything excites me at the west side of Fiji - the sun, the sea, the sandy beaches, the resort, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some misadventures happened, but for good!&lt;br /&gt;I end up having some VIP treatment in a BMW, from "entah mana is this Mana Island" to "I'm glad I pergi Mana" =p , met a cute baby girl and her pretty mother while sun bathing, and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so good at my last day at Fiji, except it would have been better, if I have a company by my side =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=44665&amp;amp;l=f77be&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SQnp3kXGgHI/AAAAAAAAAxI/b52h-EUpzow/s320/P1010732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262994780421783666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At Denarau Island Hilton Resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=46762&amp;amp;l=adc04&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SQnp3_qGXKI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/nIMDkwX0IYc/s320/P1010876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262994787749223586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Mana Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=46773&amp;amp;l=ff7f0&amp;amp;id=59462833"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SQnp4SxhhTI/AAAAAAAAAxY/f2YrQzhnrEE/s320/P1010922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262994792880637234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sun-bathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=46782&amp;amp;l=36ac1&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SQnp5EvrFvI/AAAAAAAAAxg/RZAJ0vLBy78/s320/P1020016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262994806294648562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beautiful Fiji from the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-1478971711892016513?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/1478971711892016513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=1478971711892016513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1478971711892016513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1478971711892016513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/10/fiji-day-20-pergi-mana.html' title='Fiji Day 20: Pergi Mana'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SQnp3kXGgHI/AAAAAAAAAxI/b52h-EUpzow/s72-c/P1010732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-4670860806074325963</id><published>2008-10-03T22:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:29:51.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Fiji Day 19: One last glance of Suva</title><content type='html'>Today is my 19th day at Suva, Fiji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies; still can remember during the first week when I am here &amp;amp; the miserable period after Adam left, can't stop thinking about home and seriously wanna leave this place asap.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I will be leaving here in 3.5 hours from now; will be going to the Nausori airport at 5.30am to catch my flight to Nadi at 7:05am. Maybe some of you will still be awake by that time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might think that it's a waste that I leave Fiji without having a glimpse of how beautiful the coast line is around the island, didn't went to the native village to see their performance, didn't have a chance to taste their famous Kava, and perhaps some others must do/see thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have seen the other side of Fiji, the very local one. Not those that you can see from the advertisement - of sea, sandy beaches, island, paradise, etc...&lt;br /&gt;But isn't that what I always wanted? To experience the real local life at different part of the world... This is really one of the good memories I have in my lifetime. And I have bring home so many precious friendships =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am thankful, and count myself blessed =) Espeacially for His protection and provision along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, like I said earlier, I'll be flying to Nadi tomorrow, stop for a day, to see the nicer part of the island as a compensation for my extension and missing out the Raya holidays ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Then flying to Brisbane, pay Jee Aik a visit, stay for a day. Will be flying back home on Monday night, and finally reach KL on Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you'll be one step closer to home day by day, is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SIMPLY GREAT&lt;/span&gt;!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pictures of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=44431&amp;amp;l=ef139&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;My last week at Suva&lt;/a&gt; here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4670860806074325963?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4670860806074325963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4670860806074325963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4670860806074325963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4670860806074325963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/10/fiji-day-19-one-last-glance-of-suva.html' title='Fiji Day 19: One last glance of Suva'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-6507632213457681582</id><published>2008-09-27T18:53:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:30:10.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Fiji Day 13: Bathing with Fishes &amp; Sun</title><content type='html'>After loooong 13 days at Fiji, finally I get to soak myself in the sea &amp;amp; sunshine. Unbelievable huh? But it's true... So near yet so far... That's exactly the situation at Suva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So took a 45min bus ride to Pacific Harbour this morning. Kinda scary, only me alone get down from the bus at the Pearl Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the shark dive... But nevermind, don't think I am ready for it too. As I have never swim in sea water for more than 2 yrs already, since my last diving course at Lang Tengah...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed a short snorkel at the Comb Reef nearby, swimming with fishes!&lt;br /&gt;Took a nap on the hammock, with the rain &amp;amp; sunshine taking alternate shift every 15min...&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, the weather got better, no more rain. So I walk around. Swim at the pool. Then air dry myself at the hammock again.&lt;br /&gt;Ended the day with some sun bathing session at the pool side. Now I am 2 shade darker, look even more like Indon maid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SN4UCG8w-SI/AAAAAAAAAvw/TUJtX3s2ZII/s1600-h/P1010426_resize.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SN4UCG8w-SI/AAAAAAAAAvw/TUJtX3s2ZII/s320/P1010426_resize.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250656242018351394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=44222&amp;amp;l=18b4c&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SN4UCUYUyCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/D_T7uF9Gde8/s320/P1010485_resize.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250656245623605282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=44244&amp;amp;l=9eab2&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SN4UCWWn3iI/AAAAAAAAAwA/8cvJbTk9TaQ/s320/P1010564_resize.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250656246153338402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh! And I got to know the resort GM too, he said will give me a good room next time, but I doubt there will be any next time thou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day trip. I must thank God for keeping me safe so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last update from Suva today is - I got sunburn, cos didn't reapply sunblock... Now look like Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer @.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-6507632213457681582?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/6507632213457681582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=6507632213457681582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6507632213457681582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6507632213457681582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/09/fiji-day-13-bathing-with-fishes-sun.html' title='Fiji Day 13: Bathing with Fishes &amp; Sun'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SN4UCG8w-SI/AAAAAAAAAvw/TUJtX3s2ZII/s72-c/P1010426_resize.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-1629681932888392532</id><published>2008-09-25T17:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:30:18.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds n sky'/><title type='text'>Fiji Day 11: A Day of Change</title><content type='html'>Today I've change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hotel room in Holiday Inn Suva! Finally...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My domestic flight ticket to get out of Suva to Nadi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My international flight ticket to from Nadi to Brisbane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My flight ticket home from Brisbane to KL! *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss my home sweet home sweet, so much&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My room booking at Brisbane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now I've finally got a room with a garden &amp;amp; sea view =) I really feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;Compare to my previous room that has got no view (facing the central central block roof); has got 2 queen size beds (that I'm not gonna use anyway); and the worse is, it's just too quiet, it makes the solitary worse... At least now I can get to hear the sound &amp;amp; music from the garden.&lt;br /&gt;The change of environment suddenly makes me don't feel so gloomy anymore =)&lt;br /&gt;Am thankful again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SNtsC6ZhfiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ZrGMgej8o8Q/s1600-h/P1010387_resize.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SNtsC6ZhfiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ZrGMgej8o8Q/s320/P1010387_resize.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249908587922292258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what I can see from my room balcony now&lt;/span&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/6186073113927783053-1629681932888392532?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/1629681932888392532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=1629681932888392532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1629681932888392532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1629681932888392532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/09/fiji-day-11-day-of-change.html' title='Fiji Day 11: A Day of Change'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SNtsC6ZhfiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ZrGMgej8o8Q/s72-c/P1010387_resize.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-835127221723495237</id><published>2008-09-23T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:37:08.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>Fiji Day 10: Solitary ahead... =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=44032&amp;l=6710f&amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SQniijD8ZnI/AAAAAAAAAxA/DFwEjyiSoOk/s320/P1010345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262986722714347122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The long awaited sunset, but yet something is amiss...&lt;br /&gt;I am sad.&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/6186073113927783053-835127221723495237?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/835127221723495237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=835127221723495237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/835127221723495237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/835127221723495237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/09/fiji-day-9-solitary.html' title='Fiji Day 10: Solitary ahead... =('/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SQniijD8ZnI/AAAAAAAAAxA/DFwEjyiSoOk/s72-c/P1010345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-4614015330683683406</id><published>2008-09-22T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:30:26.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Fiji Day 8: Friendship at Bizarre Places =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SNpB8xOlGlI/AAAAAAAAAvY/KJ7tbcmkNP8/s1600-h/P1010339_resize.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SNpB8xOlGlI/AAAAAAAAAvY/KJ7tbcmkNP8/s200/P1010339_resize.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249580827916180050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's us! After the great farewell dinner =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Our journey on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=43384&amp;amp;l=798f6&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;* Our journey on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=43399&amp;amp;l=fdd3c&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4614015330683683406?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4614015330683683406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4614015330683683406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4614015330683683406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4614015330683683406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/09/fiji-day-8-friendship-at-bizarre-places.html' title='Fiji Day 8: Friendship at Bizarre Places =)'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SNpB8xOlGlI/AAAAAAAAAvY/KJ7tbcmkNP8/s72-c/P1010339_resize.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-6822547848887279203</id><published>2008-09-20T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:30:34.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy moment'/><title type='text'>Fiji Day 6: Serendipity at Suva</title><content type='html'>The fateful Saturday where I met both a nasty local &amp;amp; a great new friend!&lt;br /&gt;Good things come when you least expect them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=42754&amp;amp;l=cc723&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SQnfhcDAYsI/AAAAAAAAAww/_QinUAdfkB8/s320/P1010201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262983405116613314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The place where we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=42754&amp;amp;l=cc723&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SQnfhuEae2I/AAAAAAAAAw4/bVmmb-r32j8/s320/P1010214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262983409954356066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally I've got a company again =)&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/6186073113927783053-6822547848887279203?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/6822547848887279203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=6822547848887279203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6822547848887279203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6822547848887279203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/09/fiji-day-6-serendipity-at-suva.html' title='Fiji Day 6: Serendipity at Suva'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SQnfhcDAYsI/AAAAAAAAAww/_QinUAdfkB8/s72-c/P1010201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-4832939005949348679</id><published>2008-09-19T21:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:30:49.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Fiji Day 5: He heard me!</title><content type='html'>Today is my 5th day at Fiji, but 6th day away from home &amp;amp; my beloved family.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mom so much this few days, but I don't wanna call home, yet, am a little worry that I may burst into tears when I listen to their voice... Haha! Silly me...&lt;br /&gt;And as I was whining over my home-sickness, mom called!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God must have been listening to me, what a comforting fact!&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to express my utmost gratitude towards His protection &amp;amp; guidance so far, thank You =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SNO6vYGC6xI/AAAAAAAAAvI/nGsmrX8Uz6U/s1600-h/P1010120_resize.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SNO6vYGC6xI/AAAAAAAAAvI/nGsmrX8Uz6U/s200/P1010120_resize.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247743313901185810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this picture at the water front at the hotel I stayed, took me ages to upload this re-re-re-sized version... Just to let those who concern bout me, I am alright here - safe &amp;amp; sound, thanks to His grace.&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks for your constant care &amp;amp; support, miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4832939005949348679?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4832939005949348679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4832939005949348679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4832939005949348679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4832939005949348679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-from-fiji-day-5.html' title='Fiji Day 5: He heard me!'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SNO6vYGC6xI/AAAAAAAAAvI/nGsmrX8Uz6U/s72-c/P1010120_resize.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-6258084590161347413</id><published>2008-09-16T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:13:47.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Fiji Day 2: Bula Suva!</title><content type='html'>The training at VFF officially started tomorrow, therefore I grab the opportunity to walk around Suva town center to get myself familiarize with the surroundings, and pay the client a visit at the noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do the talking =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=42654&amp;amp;l=ee38f&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SQncrv8yDkI/AAAAAAAAAwo/W0wC9s8kF7M/s320/P1010050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262980283723025986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=42654&amp;amp;l=ee38f&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;Fiji Sep'08 - Day 2&lt;/a&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/6186073113927783053-6258084590161347413?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/6258084590161347413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=6258084590161347413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6258084590161347413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6258084590161347413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/09/fiji-day-2-bula-to-suva.html' title='Fiji Day 2: Bula Suva!'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SQncrv8yDkI/AAAAAAAAAwo/W0wC9s8kF7M/s72-c/P1010050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-8926082299752223284</id><published>2008-09-15T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:41:31.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Fiji Day 1: Cabin Fire! (Almost)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Story later... Picture preview first =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SNo-mWQKQ_I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/JHdyPQnM9no/s1600-h/P1000939_resize.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SNo-mWQKQ_I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/JHdyPQnM9no/s200/P1000939_resize.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249577144183047154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's me just on board the plane to Fiji, still happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;# Edit 1 month later: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to pen down the entire story, the summary is - I thought I was going to die in plane crash, but yet I survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=42649&amp;amp;l=2abe3&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-8926082299752223284?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/8926082299752223284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=8926082299752223284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8926082299752223284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8926082299752223284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/09/fiji-day-1-cabin-fire-almost.html' title='Fiji Day 1: Cabin Fire! (Almost)'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SNo-mWQKQ_I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/JHdyPQnM9no/s72-c/P1000939_resize.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-2112012923979097384</id><published>2008-09-15T21:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:30:55.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Sydney CBD Walkabout!</title><content type='html'>I grab the opportunity to stop over at Sydney for a day before flying off to Fiji ^.^&lt;br /&gt;I literally walked the entire Sydney CBD... (Almost... At least 80% if it, hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Airport - Kent St - QVB - Town Hall - St Andrew - ANZAC Memorial - Australian Museum - Archibald Fountain - Cook &amp;amp; Philip Park - St Mary - Hyde Park Barrack - St James - Sydney Hospital - NSW Parliament - NSW State Library - Royal Botanic Garden - Mrs Macquarie's Chair - Opera House - Circular Quay - hotel - zZzz - Circular Quay - The Rocks - Harbour Bridge - George St - Darling Harbour - Kent St - hotel - zZzz - Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=41997&amp;amp;l=7285d&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SPQRJBZmf7I/AAAAAAAAAwI/HSuuysBdSZE/s320/P1000568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256845511740522418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=42218&amp;amp;l=7a512&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SPQRJ6f4lsI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/SjQ180jQcCc/s320/P1000658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256845527067694786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=42634&amp;amp;l=a5f64&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SPQRKMbwqsI/AAAAAAAAAwY/YC6WanKInLE/s320/P1000803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256845531882236610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=42642&amp;amp;l=5c08d&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SPQRKN8oz_I/AAAAAAAAAwg/2rKjTOA-j-E/s320/P1000872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256845532288569330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very satisfying stay at Sydney CBD, I really wanted to come again...&lt;br /&gt;As I didn't get to meet up with my friends there this time, and also you'll never be bored of the beauty of Sydney =)&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder what will be in store for me at Fiji...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-2112012923979097384?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/2112012923979097384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=2112012923979097384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/2112012923979097384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/2112012923979097384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/09/sydney-cbd-walkabout.html' title='Sydney CBD Walkabout!'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SPQRJBZmf7I/AAAAAAAAAwI/HSuuysBdSZE/s72-c/P1000568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-6713556797457633863</id><published>2008-09-07T22:42:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:02:47.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Intramuros, Manila</title><content type='html'>During the second day of my stay at Manila, I manage to set aside 4 hours to visit a nearby town named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intramuros&lt;/span&gt; - which means "City within the Walls" in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPsF4OYxDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/P1gbbsletk0/s1600-h/P1000150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPsF4OYxDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/P1gbbsletk0/s320/P1000150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243293976925619250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPsGCxcp6I/AAAAAAAAAso/eSXBNcmgoIw/s1600-h/P1000156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPsGCxcp6I/AAAAAAAAAso/eSXBNcmgoIw/s320/P1000156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243293979757029282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPsGVpznvI/AAAAAAAAAsw/OtZ0iUZNubU/s1600-h/P1000158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPsGVpznvI/AAAAAAAAAsw/OtZ0iUZNubU/s320/P1000158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243293984825253618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful statues &amp;amp; old church building on my way to Intramuros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPsGhxtn5I/AAAAAAAAAs4/7MPxikuKH6E/s1600-h/P1000167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPsGhxtn5I/AAAAAAAAAs4/7MPxikuKH6E/s320/P1000167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243293988079640466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rizal Park&lt;br /&gt;(A place I wish to visit but too bad have to give it up due to the time constraint)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPw-viTnJI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ABm1ZAuo9HY/s1600-h/P1000181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPw-viTnJI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ABm1ZAuo9HY/s320/P1000181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243299351892302994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fort Santiago Gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPw-08zrvI/AAAAAAAAAtI/mQylhP4DHEQ/s1600-h/P1000185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPw-08zrvI/AAAAAAAAAtI/mQylhP4DHEQ/s320/P1000185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243299353345634034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plaza Armas - the fort's main square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPw_e-QPhI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/jMmJ_JFuTJE/s1600-h/P1000197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPw_e-QPhI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/jMmJ_JFuTJE/s320/P1000197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243299364625989138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A the entrance of Rizal Shrine.&lt;br /&gt;His statement &amp;amp; motto in life truly move my heart, no wonder Dr Jose Rizal was term as the Philippine's national hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPxAG5juhI/AAAAAAAAAtY/_2hjp5yB4xs/s1600-h/001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPxAG5juhI/AAAAAAAAAtY/_2hjp5yB4xs/s320/001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243299375343712786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPxAsQImqI/AAAAAAAAAtg/2XY5vKcmeeE/s1600-h/002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPxAsQImqI/AAAAAAAAAtg/2XY5vKcmeeE/s320/002.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243299385370516130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Man ought to die for his duty &amp;amp; convictions..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"... I shall die happy, satisfied with the thought that all I have suffered, my life, my love, my joys, my everything, I have sacrificed..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that ring a bell to you? That just remind me of Paul so much.&lt;br /&gt;And the mission God had call each of us to heed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMP1S4Le9GI/AAAAAAAAAtw/eL34W9agEHk/s1600-h/P1000278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMP1S4Le9GI/AAAAAAAAAtw/eL34W9agEHk/s320/P1000278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243304095856391266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMP1S8rymdI/AAAAAAAAAt4/SRWzuuRAbR4/s1600-h/P1000294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMP1S8rymdI/AAAAAAAAAt4/SRWzuuRAbR4/s320/P1000294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243304097065638354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMP1TKv7I_I/AAAAAAAAAuA/9FBJ8ElT-vM/s1600-h/P1000295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMP1TKv7I_I/AAAAAAAAAuA/9FBJ8ElT-vM/s320/P1000295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243304100841071602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The short trip ended here at a stroll at the Baywalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMP1Tv8iUWI/AAAAAAAAAuI/AafRMqHppWA/s1600-h/P1000293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMP1Tv8iUWI/AAAAAAAAAuI/AafRMqHppWA/s320/P1000293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243304110826082658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit to the ruined city and the Rizal museum, shed a very different light on Philippine for me.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the people here are having a lower living standard and generally poorer than those of Malaysian. But after you got to know their history, the hardship they have gone through, you tend to respect them more. Especially with such a outstanding national hero as their role model. Difficulties shape your character, this is so true. I find the local folks here, they are very full of character and lively. And all these make this country and this place beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;I can't conclude that everyone here is very warm and friendly, but at least the people I've met here, are being really nice to me. This is something I am truly thankful for =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More pictures here&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=39182&amp;amp;id=594628332&amp;amp;l=90f91345b0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Manila Sep'08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-6713556797457633863?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/6713556797457633863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=6713556797457633863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6713556797457633863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6713556797457633863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/09/intramuros-manila.html' title='Intramuros, Manila'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMPsF4OYxDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/P1gbbsletk0/s72-c/P1000150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-8589511813865036323</id><published>2008-09-07T00:15:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:05:56.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rkym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>Tracing his footsteps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Had a little adventure, with only a piece of paper in my hand, I started my journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I found the street, I found the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I went into the building, then the lift. I pressed the button, and went up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;At the lift lobby, I chose the left turn, walk til the end, and I found the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Then I turnaround and walk away, before anyone could notice an intruder like me,&lt;br /&gt;and before my tears burst out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And I thought I am stronger than I can imagine, cos I managed to hold it right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMQFZHx-HdI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LSMUMN0-IAQ/s200/P1000341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243321795309608402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMQFZb-aosI/AAAAAAAAAug/DL-OKJdF90A/s200/P1000342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243321800730518210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMQFZ800piI/AAAAAAAAAuo/hGeodaM7yjY/s200/P1000347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243321809548650018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMQFaZfSHtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/CrT_d4k5fa4/s200/P1000348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243321817242934994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMQHoE_rxNI/AAAAAAAAAu4/FkobLmjF45Y/s200/P1000351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243324251283113170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;But  yet I cried that night, before I went to bed, silly me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Be Strong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6186073113927783053-8589511813865036323?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/8589511813865036323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=8589511813865036323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8589511813865036323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8589511813865036323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/09/tracing-his-footsteps.html' title='Tracing his footsteps'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SMQFZHx-HdI/AAAAAAAAAuY/LSMUMN0-IAQ/s72-c/P1000341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-8999428044811386087</id><published>2008-09-02T23:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:31:14.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><title type='text'>Manila Business Trip</title><content type='html'>Only got to know about the impromptu business trip last Friday evening, spent the whole long weekend making preparation for that, not to forget the Genting brainstorming meeting in between the busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manila - same destination, my first business trip, but his last.&lt;br /&gt;I came here with a special &amp;amp; complicated feelings, maybe this is the reason I'm not scare at all, even when I have to travel alone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SL1qtm7g5fI/AAAAAAAAAr4/7HY8nkr1Yik/s1600-h/P1000036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SL1qtm7g5fI/AAAAAAAAAr4/7HY8nkr1Yik/s320/P1000036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241462873105950194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my boarding pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SL1qtxLtGRI/AAAAAAAAAsA/CdgU_195nkg/s1600-h/P1000068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SL1qtxLtGRI/AAAAAAAAAsA/CdgU_195nkg/s320/P1000068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241462875858213138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;traditional local transportation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SL1quIUeSnI/AAAAAAAAAsI/CWFoU_RHmWU/s1600-h/P1000077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SL1quIUeSnI/AAAAAAAAAsI/CWFoU_RHmWU/s320/P1000077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241462882069006962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;traffic in Manila, jam like KL, if not worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SL1quWxRtgI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/QX_b_1-hS4I/s1600-h/P1000085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SL1quWxRtgI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/QX_b_1-hS4I/s320/P1000085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241462885947913730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the place where I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SL1quokWvSI/AAAAAAAAAsY/nDWDOxz3gjA/s1600-h/P1000092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SL1quokWvSI/AAAAAAAAAsY/nDWDOxz3gjA/s320/P1000092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241462890725555490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-8999428044811386087?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/8999428044811386087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=8999428044811386087&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8999428044811386087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8999428044811386087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/09/manila-business-trip.html' title='Manila Business Trip'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SL1qtm7g5fI/AAAAAAAAAr4/7HY8nkr1Yik/s72-c/P1000036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-4300788549027677144</id><published>2008-08-25T23:24:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:31:22.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy moment'/><title type='text'>Sing a Happy Song</title><content type='html'>Well, the season of mic stand and smiley face is now finally over! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Good memories of singing happy songs together.&lt;br /&gt;For me, it doesn't really matter who won the event, as long as we did all these together a group, and truly enjoy our moments of singing our lung out for the Lord =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLrCBX0zwI/AAAAAAAAApw/8l4OrnWTcTY/s1600-h/2792502559_75320125ab_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLrCBX0zwI/AAAAAAAAApw/8l4OrnWTcTY/s320/2792502559_75320125ab_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238507736545939202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seh Weng - You made me proud =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLrCBlMbrI/AAAAAAAAAp4/p3K8kh9_ErA/s1600-h/2792510529_7d9cf68eb5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLrCBlMbrI/AAAAAAAAAp4/p3K8kh9_ErA/s320/2792510529_7d9cf68eb5_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238507736602013362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty Suet Ling in action here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLrCTMr8fI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uBX07oSOhnY/s1600-h/2792511633_62fda70dc0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLrCTMr8fI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uBX07oSOhnY/s320/2792511633_62fda70dc0_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238507741331059186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Setting our mic &amp;amp; position right&lt;br /&gt;(note YB's facial expression here, lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLrCTovN9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/7k6P7e_aBjw/s1600-h/2792512755_fc210fa7b7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLrCTovN9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/7k6P7e_aBjw/s320/2792512755_fc210fa7b7_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238507741448714194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our boys in white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLrClWKdcI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/SZRrChAE4LY/s1600-h/2792513409_42b0164521_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLrClWKdcI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/SZRrChAE4LY/s320/2792513409_42b0164521_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238507746202645954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our ever energetic &amp;amp; excited conductor&lt;br /&gt;Thank &lt;a href="http://www.davidlian.com/"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt;, your support means alot to us =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLr_ljAZpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/zPpTtXs_Ge8/s1600-h/2792513727_247bcbc93b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLr_ljAZpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/zPpTtXs_Ge8/s320/2792513727_247bcbc93b_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238508794228532882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Waves of mercy, Waves of grace..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLr_1gL4RI/AAAAAAAAAqg/lQJWgc5HCgk/s1600-h/2793366830_312e20ea5b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLr_1gL4RI/AAAAAAAAAqg/lQJWgc5HCgk/s320/2793366830_312e20ea5b_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238508798511669522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank Yen Yen, am so glad to have you with us.&lt;br /&gt;Things wouldn't be so happy without your presence =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsAPu1GmI/AAAAAAAAAqo/lYscRrCykWo/s1600-h/2793367690_f4a8217b9e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsAPu1GmI/AAAAAAAAAqo/lYscRrCykWo/s320/2793367690_f4a8217b9e_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238508805552413282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us singing our heart out for the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsAJ7KukI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ww5yD8Ab8ro/s1600-h/2793372848_f8fffe14f5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsAJ7KukI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ww5yD8Ab8ro/s320/2793372848_f8fffe14f5_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238508803993549378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, this is the miang pose that make them tease me non-stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsAdi4GtI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ckyZsn3WU84/s1600-h/2792520307_f0a7a4545c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsAdi4GtI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ckyZsn3WU84/s320/2792520307_f0a7a4545c_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238508809260374738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;All of us is in the air here! Hehe ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsc7D6PYI/AAAAAAAAArA/pAT10hZKMgM/s1600-h/2793373552_5cfb5e202b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsc7D6PYI/AAAAAAAAArA/pAT10hZKMgM/s320/2793373552_5cfb5e202b_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509298219892098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, finished =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsczdys8I/AAAAAAAAArI/ZYAzg3DUSu0/s1600-h/2792545351_4906eee5da_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsczdys8I/AAAAAAAAArI/ZYAzg3DUSu0/s320/2792545351_4906eee5da_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509296180966338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our soloist &lt;a href="http://lovejackass.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen Ruw&lt;/a&gt; in his Daughtry style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsdID720I/AAAAAAAAArQ/8kODW1HLFPE/s1600-h/2792552429_489d53f513_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsdID720I/AAAAAAAAArQ/8kODW1HLFPE/s320/2792552429_489d53f513_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509301709658946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So happy after that! Love my smile here =)&lt;br /&gt;The cute girl popping up behind us is our lovely pianist &lt;a href="http://cherylmeryl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, we truly enjoyed your presence =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsdOXiWzI/AAAAAAAAArY/Apq9VzVHEUk/s1600-h/2793404916_e3b52f93ee_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsdOXiWzI/AAAAAAAAArY/Apq9VzVHEUk/s320/2793404916_e3b52f93ee_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509303402486578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; sweet Lynn again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLyVcFnB0I/AAAAAAAAAro/hTbrEgViYAo/s1600-h/P8230882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLyVcFnB0I/AAAAAAAAAro/hTbrEgViYAo/s320/P8230882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238515766716204866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wing, &lt;a href="http://cherylmeryl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/a&gt;, YenLing &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;I looked like kena sun burn...&lt;br /&gt;( pic courtesy fr &lt;a href="http://cherylmeryl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/a&gt;, kekeke )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLyVX7g-UI/AAAAAAAAArw/K_BmOSYm46I/s1600-h/P8230870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLyVX7g-UI/AAAAAAAAArw/K_BmOSYm46I/s320/P8230870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238515765600123202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Samuel girls with our Pianist =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another pic steal fr &lt;a href="http://cherylmeryl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/a&gt;, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsdXNROKI/AAAAAAAAArg/bkGiP1DyqMg/s1600-h/2792560893_a01e34342b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLsdXNROKI/AAAAAAAAArg/bkGiP1DyqMg/s320/2792560893_a01e34342b_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509305775339682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's us! SAMUEL 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4300788549027677144?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4300788549027677144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4300788549027677144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4300788549027677144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4300788549027677144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/08/sing-happy-song.html' title='Sing a Happy Song'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SLLrCBX0zwI/AAAAAAAAApw/8l4OrnWTcTY/s72-c/2792502559_75320125ab_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-4922867797373049777</id><published>2008-08-18T11:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:38:51.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandalous news of Ex Comrade</title><content type='html'>I got to know this scandalous news last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SKjuSy97XrI/AAAAAAAAApo/BhYj1ygeX1Q/s1600-h/Nigel"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235696573504773810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SKjuSy97XrI/AAAAAAAAApo/BhYj1ygeX1Q/s400/Nigel%27s+future+wife.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Just a joke k? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short post to draw your attention, to tell you that we miss you alot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And don't simply find a wife out there... kakakaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4922867797373049777?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4922867797373049777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4922867797373049777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4922867797373049777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4922867797373049777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/08/scandalous-news-of-ex-comrade.html' title='Scandalous news of Ex Comrade'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SKjuSy97XrI/AAAAAAAAApo/BhYj1ygeX1Q/s72-c/Nigel%27s+future+wife.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-7563710549431485408</id><published>2008-08-11T23:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:31:31.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds n sky'/><title type='text'>Look Above!</title><content type='html'>Took these pictures after I sent Anne off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SKBjirSGi6I/AAAAAAAAAow/EDpb5zmWK6Q/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SKBjirSGi6I/AAAAAAAAAow/EDpb5zmWK6Q/s320/DSC01023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233292214389869474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SKBji8s8aqI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XaRnJ6zfUPg/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SKBji8s8aqI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XaRnJ6zfUPg/s320/DSC01024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233292219065854626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SKBjjOjm-2I/AAAAAAAAApA/gT0RpYhKF6c/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SKBjjOjm-2I/AAAAAAAAApA/gT0RpYhKF6c/s320/DSC01027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233292223858539362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SKBjjXaJlGI/AAAAAAAAApI/VsfKU_N3KEQ/s1600-h/DSC01030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SKBjjXaJlGI/AAAAAAAAApI/VsfKU_N3KEQ/s320/DSC01030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233292226234782818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SKBjjQJU4AI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UUeykrOvSRc/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SKBjjQJU4AI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UUeykrOvSRc/s320/DSC01031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233292224285171714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look up at the sky, I remember this:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;God is good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-7563710549431485408?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/7563710549431485408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=7563710549431485408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7563710549431485408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7563710549431485408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-above.html' title='Look Above!'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SKBjirSGi6I/AAAAAAAAAow/EDpb5zmWK6Q/s72-c/DSC01023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-8095033414903976932</id><published>2008-08-09T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:17:35.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from the Creator'/><title type='text'>The Love Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Cor 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, I gain nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 4&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is patient, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 8&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 13And now these three remain: faith, hope and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. But the greatest of these is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. Because God is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, the most important lesson He wants us to learn is how to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we do can be unless and in vain if there is no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;says, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;you and will go through fire, sorrow and trouble for you.&lt;br /&gt;True &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;is able to endure suffering and yet remain sweet and kind.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;drives out fear (1 Jn 4:18).&lt;br /&gt;Through suffering our character matures and deepens. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;that turns to hate overnight was mere human love or perhaps only an infatuation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God manifested His &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;by giving.&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16 - depict the greatest act of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best use of life is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; the best expression of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is time; the best time to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is now.&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the topic on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I gonna teach in my class tomorrow, good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-8095033414903976932?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/8095033414903976932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=8095033414903976932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8095033414903976932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8095033414903976932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-chapter.html' title='The Love Chapter'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-5952581749831635071</id><published>2008-08-08T00:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:18:13.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DCQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from the Creator'/><title type='text'>You must not be wrong...</title><content type='html'>In life, we human-being, are prone to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;All the wrong doings may result in different level of negative consequences...&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But ONE thing in life, we CANNOT and MUST NOT be wrong - that's the &lt;strong&gt;concept of God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John 4:24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the reminder today.&lt;br /&gt;Enlighten me Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowardice asks the question: is it safe? Expediency asks the question: is it politic? Vanity asks the question: is it popular? But conscience asks the question: is it right? And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular -&lt;strong&gt; but&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;one must take it simply because it is right&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;~ Martin Luther King Jr. ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-5952581749831635071?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/5952581749831635071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=5952581749831635071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5952581749831635071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5952581749831635071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-thing-you-must-not-be-wrong.html' title='You must not be wrong...'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-4598230073082919564</id><published>2008-07-28T21:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:05:44.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds n sky'/><title type='text'>Starry, starry night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SI8XYQ7TIoI/AAAAAAAAAog/tIZnS4l6mFo/s1600-h/Starry+Night+Over+the+Rhone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SI8XYQ7TIoI/AAAAAAAAAog/tIZnS4l6mFo/s320/Starry+Night+Over+the+Rhone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228423398028419714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starry, starry night.&lt;br /&gt;Paint your palette blue and grey,&lt;br /&gt;Look out on a summer's day,&lt;br /&gt;With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they could not love you,&lt;br /&gt;But still your love was true.&lt;br /&gt;And when no hope was left in sight&lt;br /&gt;On that starry, starry night,&lt;br /&gt;You took your life, as lovers often do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry, starry night.&lt;br /&gt;Portraits hung in empty halls,&lt;br /&gt;Frameless head on nameless walls,&lt;br /&gt;With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,&lt;br /&gt;How you suffered for your sanity,&lt;br /&gt;How you tried to set them free.&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen, they're not listening still.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they never will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SI8XZPTgAYI/AAAAAAAAAoo/GmjJDwqk_Sc/s1600-h/Starry+Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SI8XZPTgAYI/AAAAAAAAAoo/GmjJDwqk_Sc/s320/Starry+Night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228423414772924802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unpleasant event happened. I was very depressed yesterday night. Couldn't sleep well, therefore was having migraine since the moment I woke up... Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4598230073082919564?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4598230073082919564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4598230073082919564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4598230073082919564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4598230073082919564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/07/starry-starry-night.html' title='Starry, starry night'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SI8XYQ7TIoI/AAAAAAAAAog/tIZnS4l6mFo/s72-c/Starry+Night+Over+the+Rhone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-6402457127232724086</id><published>2008-06-18T00:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:59:47.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><title type='text'>Why Oh Why?</title><content type='html'>As I was screaming in my heart many many questions "Why these things have to keep happening?" "Why I have to carry this burden for so long?" So many "Why o why?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brother send this song to me, a beautiful song that help to soothe my broken heart. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It remind me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;imperfection&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that’s what I am&lt;/span&gt; , but yet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God loves me&lt;/span&gt;. Therefore &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there is still a reason to love&lt;/span&gt;, I should learn to love him the same too...&lt;br /&gt;Give me the courage to go on, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because I have You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see the day when he will be saved and be included in the family of God =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-6402457127232724086?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/6402457127232724086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=6402457127232724086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6402457127232724086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6402457127232724086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-oh-why.html' title='Why Oh Why?'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-4152893346427463393</id><published>2008-06-17T00:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:05:44.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DCQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>What pleases you the most?</title><content type='html'>Today during a casual conversation, my friend asked me a good question, "What pleases you the most?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, without the need of worrying and thinking pleases me the most, being with the loved one pleases me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really worry too much, that means, I still didn't trust enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Don't trust to hold God's hand; let Him hold yours. Let Him do the holding, and you the trusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I believe I already found the One that is able to give me all that I need, but am I letting Him in control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFabRoUPecI/AAAAAAAAAm8/qoujAukIqUg/s1600-h/Jer+17+7-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFabRoUPecI/AAAAAAAAAm8/qoujAukIqUg/s320/Jer+17+7-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212524345910327746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what pleases you the most?&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4152893346427463393?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4152893346427463393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4152893346427463393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4152893346427463393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4152893346427463393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-pleases-you-most.html' title='What pleases you the most?'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFabRoUPecI/AAAAAAAAAm8/qoujAukIqUg/s72-c/Jer+17+7-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-8133994418136699672</id><published>2008-06-15T23:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:31:48.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy moment'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day 2008</title><content type='html'>We had our Father's Day celebration last Sat, while my sis and family is still in KL.&lt;br /&gt;Brought them to Lookout Point Bread &amp;amp; Olive, their first time there ;)&lt;br /&gt;But I think I forgot to call my brother to join in... Ops! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some picture we took :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The KL skyline, my family are impressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFU6xeueR-I/AAAAAAAAAmM/kEsT0hXbei4/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFU6xeueR-I/AAAAAAAAAmM/kEsT0hXbei4/s320/DSC00874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212136765487204322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Teng sisters, cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFU6x5HDdZI/AAAAAAAAAmU/w9eqrOaUMlY/s1600-h/DSC00872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFU6x5HDdZI/AAAAAAAAAmU/w9eqrOaUMlY/s320/DSC00872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212136772569626002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nieces &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFU6yBkLrnI/AAAAAAAAAmc/s134F8_4Zh8/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFU6yBkLrnI/AAAAAAAAAmc/s134F8_4Zh8/s320/DSC00879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212136774839283314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sis and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFU6yWVEcQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/nSQeWg2GMoM/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFU6yWVEcQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/nSQeWg2GMoM/s320/DSC00881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212136780413038850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFU6y_g_oBI/AAAAAAAAAms/asdXXs6gP0k/s1600-h/DSC00886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFU6y_g_oBI/AAAAAAAAAms/asdXXs6gP0k/s320/DSC00886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212136791468908562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The FOOD! Only 1 decent picture, the rest forget to take... Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFU7E9E4PLI/AAAAAAAAAm0/TAXwpUEeo9s/s1600-h/DSC00890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFU7E9E4PLI/AAAAAAAAAm0/TAXwpUEeo9s/s320/DSC00890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212137100051758258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some video I took for Yuan Yuan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(note: I wasn't the one that humming the Barney song ar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuan Yuan in action 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d6b67c9b5c67c95c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd6b67c9b5c67c95c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013956%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D769C2D2021428AEA7AF2FA83752D7578BC6C6390.173B58F30C96B6D50128CD80B051C0998CDE6C61%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd6b67c9b5c67c95c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5atWKrUYUC-X8I9tbCglfT70E6A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd6b67c9b5c67c95c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013956%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D769C2D2021428AEA7AF2FA83752D7578BC6C6390.173B58F30C96B6D50128CD80B051C0998CDE6C61%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd6b67c9b5c67c95c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5atWKrUYUC-X8I9tbCglfT70E6A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuan Yuan in action 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f0c43233c108318" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f0c43233c108318%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013956%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5CB8AEF591ADCF126DC096138786DC3CF544297A.11E5135F08BB36D1D9FCFEF355795EE06884E8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df0c43233c108318%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dxc4KTlkrek7I9lKeaMNejg8lDxE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f0c43233c108318%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013956%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5CB8AEF591ADCF126DC096138786DC3CF544297A.11E5135F08BB36D1D9FCFEF355795EE06884E8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df0c43233c108318%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dxc4KTlkrek7I9lKeaMNejg8lDxE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bad thing, we have to leave in hurry cos of the sudden bugs attack! Stupid bugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am thankful for good moment we had together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;And... despites of the shortcomings (Well, no one is perfect, neither do I!), I shall still thank my Dad for being the breadwinner for the family for umpteenth years =)&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-8133994418136699672?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d6b67c9b5c67c95c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f0c43233c108318&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/8133994418136699672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=8133994418136699672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8133994418136699672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8133994418136699672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day-2008.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day 2008'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SFU6xeueR-I/AAAAAAAAAmM/kEsT0hXbei4/s72-c/DSC00874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-5660268204736224344</id><published>2008-06-12T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:33:32.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rkym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>The Power of Love</title><content type='html'>I throw my painful back at the driver seat after long hours of coding &amp;amp; scripting at work, then I take a look at the clock, it was already 8:50pm... "Argh! I am so tired..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a thought caught my attention, I picked up my handphone and start calling my mom, tell her that I'm on my way home, and do expect me to be late for dinner. I think I have never call home to inform whenever I'm late, usually mom will be the one that called after certain time if I'm not home yet. And she often complaint that I am too carefree to call home every time I'm expect to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered once Raymond shared this in PD Camp 2006, during the "Battle of the Sexes" closing; he said, people often thought a person should be full of energy when he/she started off their day in the morning, but it was the contrary, he find greater strength when he go home each night, when he looked at the wife and the daughter, the person that he love most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so true =)&lt;br /&gt;After the phone call, I felt very much refreshed. Suddenly I'm not tired anymore, because I remembered, people that I love most (and love me most) is waiting for me at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driving force out of love is simply amazing. It was the same driving force that keep me going for all these years, else I would have given up as I struggle in this tough reality. Life is really tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my thought go on, I remembered the loving act of Christ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the power of the love - the love He had for sinners like us, that keep him going; from the false accusation &amp;amp; betrayal to the trial, from the trial to the flogging &amp;amp; mocking, from the long journey of Via Dolorosa to the cross of Calvary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It was not the nails that held Him on the cross, but His love for us...&lt;/span&gt; The love that beyond our human mind can fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often pray that I would be able to understand, or catch a glimpse of the extend of His love for me, help me Lord!&lt;br /&gt;May the power of Your love change my stone-cold heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-5660268204736224344?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/5660268204736224344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=5660268204736224344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5660268204736224344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5660268204736224344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/06/power-of-love.html' title='The Power of Love'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-8340929770336912313</id><published>2008-06-11T00:02:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:32:18.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TZY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy moment'/><title type='text'>Petra VBS 2008</title><content type='html'>*cough cough sneeze sneeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Camp Transformation for almost a week, and I am sick for a week too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see doctor for the back pain+ sore throat  + cough; cost me RM130 inclusive of the electric physiotherapy... The doctor said I had a sever muscle pull konon-nye, and that is not the end of the bad news yet... He said, I need about 6 - 10 weeks to fully recover! *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not get hold of all the camp photo yet, so Camp post on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I wanted to give thanks for the Camp, and also for the VBS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought my niece to the VBS, for the 2nd time after last year.&lt;br /&gt;Last year attempt wasn't that successful, she only stayed for half a day out of 2 days, then she merajuk say tired wanna go home =.=*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year she stayed for full 2 days! Without my company too!&lt;br /&gt;I send her to the VBS before I go to work in the morning, and when I come home, I asked her about the happenings at VBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there were some hick up at the beginning - you can see her sour face at the first picture below, haha!&lt;br /&gt;But am truly glad she enjoyed the VBS programme eventually, note the smiley face after that =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SE6owfDRisI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_ZGhObjrRjo/s320/2555761973_17f235b17c_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210287369836661442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SE6owQLiogI/AAAAAAAAAlE/S0FmuDlv8fw/s320/2555783043_6abbd58cbd_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210287365844804098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SE6owzIdQZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/L4SC7kdCEJM/s1600-h/2556577731_85f4fbce3a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SE6tWBRDY0I/AAAAAAAAAlU/sMeg5cCPL4E/s320/2562746311_705087bf3f_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210292412722930498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SE6owzIdQZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/L4SC7kdCEJM/s320/2556577731_85f4fbce3a_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210287375227109778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=28397&amp;amp;l=48498&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click here for more pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-8340929770336912313?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/8340929770336912313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=8340929770336912313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8340929770336912313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8340929770336912313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/06/petra-vbs-2008.html' title='Petra VBS 2008'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SE6owfDRisI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_ZGhObjrRjo/s72-c/2555761973_17f235b17c_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-1592719792476811475</id><published>2008-06-10T00:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:57:59.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DCQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>There is no other way</title><content type='html'>At times, I am so lost and I always wonder, what will be the plan You in store for me...&lt;br /&gt;I want to run, I want to hide, but no avail - there is no other way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[God desires] not that He may say to them, "Look how mighty I am, and go down upon your knees and worship", for power alone was never yet worthy of prayer; but that He may say thus: "Look, my children, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you will never be strong but with my strength&lt;/span&gt;. I have no other to give you. And that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can get only by trusting in me. I can not give it you any other way. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There is no other way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  George Macdonald ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-1592719792476811475?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/1592719792476811475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=1592719792476811475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1592719792476811475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1592719792476811475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-is-no-other-way.html' title='There is no other way'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-3987827201356528568</id><published>2008-06-03T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:05:45.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>Back from Camp'08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SE7AKDLLZLI/AAAAAAAAAlc/bTjYuNxyPm4/s1600-h/IMG_7076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SE7AKDLLZLI/AAAAAAAAAlc/bTjYuNxyPm4/s400/IMG_7076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210313097797657778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camp Transformation 2008 : 30th May ~ 3rd Jun 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-3987827201356528568?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/3987827201356528568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=3987827201356528568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3987827201356528568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3987827201356528568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-from-camp08.html' title='Back from Camp&apos;08'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SE7AKDLLZLI/AAAAAAAAAlc/bTjYuNxyPm4/s72-c/IMG_7076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-2386356505123790929</id><published>2008-05-19T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:27:45.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day-dreaming'/><title type='text'>SPL the Movie</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching the show SPL (Thanks Nigel for the projector ^.^ ),  and I am still so thrill with it! Even though I was like, erm... 3 yrs late... Sigh! Really no time for movie.&lt;br /&gt;But then again... I really really hate the ending... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cc0tCvK04wQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cc0tCvK04wQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="330" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still so in love with Donnie Yen! Argh! My perfect man since I was like 10 0r 11 yrs old?&lt;br /&gt;Love everything about him, not only in the movie but also in real life, such a skilled &amp;amp; talented man, I guess the only flaw bout him is... erm, not tall enough? But he already deserved 99% without the height, the remaining 1% - cos he doesnt belongs to me... How sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-2386356505123790929?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/2386356505123790929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=2386356505123790929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/2386356505123790929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/2386356505123790929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/05/spl-movie.html' title='SPL the Movie'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-4743384395012635087</id><published>2008-05-18T01:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:05:46.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DCQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds n sky'/><title type='text'>The silver lining within</title><content type='html'>I often love to take pictures of the clouds &amp;amp; the sky, because it always reminds me of the silver lining within. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt; - is what keeping me alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SC8SkR2EgDI/AAAAAAAAAk0/iPFsD3Qpmb4/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SC8SkR2EgDI/AAAAAAAAAk0/iPFsD3Qpmb4/s320/DSC00129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201396509110992946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View from my house parking lot before I go to work @ 1-Sep-06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SC8SjB2Ef_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/OjdhhBTEAmY/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SC8SjB2Ef_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/OjdhhBTEAmY/s320/DSC00565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201396487636156402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On my way to collect my car, after I finish work at DiGi @ 1-Apr-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SC8Sjh2EgAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/FJwc62gtE-s/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SC8Sjh2EgAI/AAAAAAAAAkc/FJwc62gtE-s/s320/DSC00455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201396496226091010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At HK Ocean Park, on the ferris wheel @ 19-Mar-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SC8Sjx2EgBI/AAAAAAAAAkk/rddaIK_7YD4/s1600-h/P5030461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SC8Sjx2EgBI/AAAAAAAAAkk/rddaIK_7YD4/s320/P5030461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201396500521058322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brisbane @ 3-May-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SC8SkB2EgCI/AAAAAAAAAks/WLfODl6zWm8/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SC8SkB2EgCI/AAAAAAAAAks/WLfODl6zWm8/s320/DSC00711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201396504816025634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right outside DiGi Lot 8 @ 13-May-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember once walking along the beach with a friend. We spoke intensely about our relationship, trying hard to explain ourselves to each other and to understand each other's feelings. We were so preoccupied with our mutual struggle that we didn't notice the magnificent sunset spreading a rich spectrum of colour over the foam-capped waves breaking on the wide, silent beach. Suddenly my friend exclaimed: "Look. look at the sun, look!" He put his arm around my shoulder, and together we gazed at the shimmering ball of fire vanishing gradually below the horizon of the wide ocean. At that moment, we both knew about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="nfakPe"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and joy." ~ Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, all you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hope &lt;/span&gt;in the LORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;(Ps 31:24)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-4743384395012635087?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/4743384395012635087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=4743384395012635087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4743384395012635087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/4743384395012635087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/05/silver-lining-within.html' title='The silver lining within'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SC8SkR2EgDI/AAAAAAAAAk0/iPFsD3Qpmb4/s72-c/DSC00129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-6919505773730653328</id><published>2008-05-15T22:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:32:37.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from the Creator'/><title type='text'>Appreciate what you have</title><content type='html'>Due to the recent happening at Burma (cyclone) &amp;amp; China (earthquake), I really have to start reminding myself not to take things for granted &amp;amp; give thanks for all the blessing God gave me - knowing that I do not deserve any of them, and stop being so selfish in everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's no coincident that I saw this video clip forward by a friend, a great reminder from God perhaps. Good food for thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvDnuO7mtkc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvDnuO7mtkc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-6919505773730653328?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/6919505773730653328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=6919505773730653328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6919505773730653328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6919505773730653328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/05/appreciate-what-i-have.html' title='Appreciate what you have'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-8977842778315814394</id><published>2008-05-12T23:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:32:55.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>If the LORD had not been on my side...</title><content type='html'>*** &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt; ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not make it for the Mother's Day lunch, because we're having Leaders' Training at the same time, so they had the family lunch without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope our trip to Aussie can be considered an early Mother's Day present for her.&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Yes, we still quarrel over there, even though sis already reminded me not to... my bad... But it's nothing serious, we just had difference of opinion &amp;amp; different perspective to value certain things.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope the trip would be something to be remembered between me &amp;amp; my mom.&lt;br /&gt;I hope mom will understand that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I do love her&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;, even though I don’t know how to (or failed) to show it. I am never good at expressing my true feelings…&lt;br /&gt;Well at least, if one day I'm gone, before her, she would have this good piece of memory with her =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was reading &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 124&lt;/span&gt; as my QT before I go to bed, I want to take this opportunity to write a thank you note to the Lord for the wonderful holiday He allowed me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;If the LORD had not been on our side, I would not have such a wonderful vacation with mom…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God for all the guidance, else we would have been so lost out there, at a country where we know nothing of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God for all the good people we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God for J, who was there for me when I am so lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God for the great weather and beautiful scenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God for being in control of all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God for His provision &amp;amp; protection along the way, so that we may return home safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God for giving us such a wonderful memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, there is more to give thanks of, but I shall stop at seven – the number of perfection for today…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, it is good to be able to write to You again =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-8977842778315814394?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/8977842778315814394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=8977842778315814394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8977842778315814394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/8977842778315814394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-lord-had-not-been-on-my-side.html' title='If the LORD had not been on my side...'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-7688691151728738164</id><published>2008-05-10T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:05:47.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Gold Coast &amp; Brisbane (1st - 4th May 08)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australia - Gold Coast Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=25144&amp;amp;l=13e29&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCWp-1XE2yI/AAAAAAAAAjk/I2qyAnQbSX8/s200/P5010111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198748241809955618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Gold Coast Day 2a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=25147&amp;amp;l=83241&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCWp_VXE2zI/AAAAAAAAAjs/vg1XOe3T0NA/s200/P5020258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198748250399890226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Gold Coast Day 2b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=25149&amp;amp;l=8e55e&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Gold Coast (Last Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=25454&amp;amp;l=5f472&amp;amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCWqQ1XE23I/AAAAAAAAAkM/vA5f5V5LdQ8/s200/P5040623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198748551047601010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-7688691151728738164?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/7688691151728738164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=7688691151728738164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7688691151728738164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7688691151728738164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/05/gold-coast-brisbane-1st-4th-may-08.html' title='Gold Coast &amp; Brisbane (1st - 4th May 08)'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCWp-1XE2yI/AAAAAAAAAjk/I2qyAnQbSX8/s72-c/P5010111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-7388333426369962162</id><published>2008-05-09T21:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:33:40.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><title type='text'>The Real Adversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;This is a blog post by a good friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;, did a copy &amp;amp; paste job here, because what he said was indeed very true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A few days ago I was talking to a very close brother asking him, “Why is a man unhappy?” We came to a conclusion that men are unhappy because of 2 things… When &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he can’t get something he wants&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when he loses something that is close to his heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today wasn’t a particularly happy day for me because many things haven’t gone my way. This particular event brought my thought to a very important lesson in my life. Throughout the years of my life, I have learnt from experience that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;real foe isn’t these unhappy times&lt;/span&gt;… The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;real adversary is those happy times, where I can have everything I want&lt;/span&gt;. These are times when I become too complacent and let the enemy in to slowly destroy my outer defences. These are the times when I let my guard down and slowly be sucked by the enemy’s lie and deceit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, while today and I believe many days ahead would be a hard one for me, I believe that “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;in all things He works for the good of those who love him, who has been called according to his purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;” It’s no longer a theological or theoretical lesson for my life has proven it again &amp;amp; again that hard times, unhappy times… these are the times that mould me, that change me and make me become a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am so agree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-7388333426369962162?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/7388333426369962162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=7388333426369962162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7388333426369962162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/7388333426369962162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/05/real-adversary.html' title='The Real Adversary'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-1778417734760066397</id><published>2008-05-05T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:05:47.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Back from Gold Coast &amp; Brisbane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBLZbj_7RI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ee7DoKR8Uw0/s1600-h/P5010111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBLZbj_7RI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ee7DoKR8Uw0/s320/P5010111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197236870253112594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBLaLj_7SI/AAAAAAAAAiE/t4OK0ibh7Dg/s1600-h/P5030526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBLaLj_7SI/AAAAAAAAAiE/t4OK0ibh7Dg/s320/P5030526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197236883138014498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Gold Coast - Brisbane : 1st ~ 4th May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply wonderful trip...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-1778417734760066397?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/1778417734760066397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=1778417734760066397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1778417734760066397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/1778417734760066397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-from-gold-coast-brisbane.html' title='Back from Gold Coast &amp; Brisbane'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBLZbj_7RI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ee7DoKR8Uw0/s72-c/P5010111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-5464874013283633032</id><published>2008-04-21T20:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:05:49.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>HK Trip Photo Spree</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macau Stopover 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=22546&amp;l=1b170&amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBQbbj_7XI/AAAAAAAAAis/PG_-S-12BJs/s200/P3170452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197242402170989938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong Kong - City of Light - Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=22539&amp;l=29f05&amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBQbLj_7WI/AAAAAAAAAik/hTx7f3zE-Rg/s200/P3170542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197242397876022626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong Kong - City of Light - Day 2a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=22608&amp;l=d4276&amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBQa7j_7VI/AAAAAAAAAic/GWFnqv346_w/s200/IMG_0302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197242393581055314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong Kong - City of Light - Day 2b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=23579&amp;l=fcf3a&amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBQarj_7UI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0RVYpBxKMw4/s200/P3180655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197242389286088002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong Kong - City of Light - Day 3a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=22609&amp;l=62b7f&amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBQabj_7TI/AAAAAAAAAiM/4-jJHhRpsPY/s200/IMG_0539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197242384991120690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong Kong - City of Light - Day 3b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=23593&amp;l=d253c&amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBSGLj_7cI/AAAAAAAAAjU/EdAsJmxLgf0/s200/P3190337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197244236122025410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong Kong - City of Light - Day 3c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=24055&amp;l=c9a6d&amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBSFLj_7bI/AAAAAAAAAjM/rCE9R2SSTmw/s200/DSC00492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197244218942156210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong Kong - City of Light - Day 4a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=24128&amp;l=df166&amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBSE7j_7aI/AAAAAAAAAjE/y7NguUpPgp8/s200/IMG_0808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197244214647188898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong Kong - City of Light - Day 4b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=24134&amp;l=948a4&amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBSE7j_7ZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/cHmahViZBqc/s200/P3200625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197244214647188882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong Kong - City of Light - Day 4c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=24141&amp;l=66919&amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBSEbj_7YI/AAAAAAAAAi0/KsJqPU02Kh0/s200/IMG_0934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197244206057254274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macau Stopover 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=23511&amp;l=0ea01&amp;id=594628332"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBSkrj_7dI/AAAAAAAAAjc/XIlGizQqqmY/s200/IMG_0981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197244760108035538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-5464874013283633032?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/5464874013283633032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=5464874013283633032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5464874013283633032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5464874013283633032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/04/hk-trip-photo-spree.html' title='HK Trip Photo Spree'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SCBQbbj_7XI/AAAAAAAAAis/PG_-S-12BJs/s72-c/P3170452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-3308026017095229955</id><published>2008-04-19T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:42:33.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><title type='text'>I am only a child...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5g8cmWZOX8Q&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5g8cmWZOX8Q&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wake up call for all of us... And a great reminder as how to live our life responsibly, especially us - those who called ourselves Christian - who are called to be in these soul saving business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we make a different?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-3308026017095229955?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/3308026017095229955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=3308026017095229955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3308026017095229955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3308026017095229955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-only-child.html' title='I am only a child...'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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-6186073113927783053.post-5029641720778499581</id><published>2008-04-14T00:51:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:33:03.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in moment like this'/><title type='text'>Partnership in Christ</title><content type='html'>Today, during our 2nd Leaders' Training session, we talked about "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Partnership&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have this "Partnership", first we need to have a common vision in mind, and therefore being able to synergize each other to go the distance we never thought we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reminiscent the past few years being a leader in the youth, the partnership I misses the most, is the partnership with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yen Ling&lt;/span&gt; during JM year.&lt;br /&gt;Year 2006 - the JM year is such an eventful year, that it will never get wipe out from my memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both had a so-called disastrous start, haha! I shall spare you from the not-so-exemplary details. But yet we can see how God works wonderfully in our friendship =)&lt;br /&gt;From ignoring each other existence, to being able to understand each other better, to learn to respect each other, to learn to open up to each other, and to being able to support one another both mentally &amp;amp; spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the hard work we have to go thru when we were sewing the Scottish kilts in Linus’ house, almost every night. I remember the down time we've go thru together as a group, to learn to handle defeats &amp;amp; disappointments. I remember both the difficult and happy moments while supporting our group &amp;amp; commander. I remember how you being a good example, of handling certain situations that I would never be “cool” enough to deal with it. I remember how we've support one another with our strengths and weaknesses. I remember how we used to share our burden in the ministry together. I remember how we've try to be there for each other during the hard time we each have to go thru personally. I remember how you've show your support during the most difficult moment of my life. I would never be able to come this far without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if you would ever read this, but I thank God for having you in my life, you are one of the beautiful friend and sister, that God had so graciously bestow upon me to make my life beautiful. Things would certainly not the same without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SAI9MaeorUI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JIUo1qgLZlo/s1600-h/IMG_1784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SAI9MaeorUI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JIUo1qgLZlo/s320/IMG_1784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188777004159774018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I do not have the time to pen down the late-blooming partnership with Nigel last year… It was such a privilege to begin my “deputy-ship” (if there is such word) with such a talented Commander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, when I look around, I miss these people…&lt;br /&gt;I long to have this Partnership in Christ experience once more, if God is willing. But would that happen again? I wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, help me! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget in the darkness, what you've learn in the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-5029641720778499581?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/5029641720778499581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=5029641720778499581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5029641720778499581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/5029641720778499581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/04/partnership-in-christ.html' title='Partnership in Christ'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/SAI9MaeorUI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JIUo1qgLZlo/s72-c/IMG_1784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-2053600297794251081</id><published>2008-03-24T23:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:39:14.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DCQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><title type='text'>It had been very long...</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;It had been really long, that I did not write to you...&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for this... Please forgive me for being so ignorant, so selfish...&lt;br /&gt;Failure and disappointment sometimes lead me to despair. I hide behind my pride and &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;-pity, withdrawing from you and others. Give me the hope I need and help me never to be afraid to begin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tell God all that is in your heart, as one unloads one's heart, its pleasures and its pains, to a dear friend. Tell Him your troubles, that He may comfort you; tell Him your joys, that He may sober them; tell Him your longings, that He may purify them; tell Him your dislikes, that He may help you conquer them; talk to Him of your temptations, that He may shield you from them: show Him the wounds of your heart, that He may heal them; lay bare your indifference to good, your depraved tastes for evil, your instability. Tell Him how self-love makes you unjust to others, how vanity tempts you to be insincere, how pride disguises you to yourself and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Francois Fenelon ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-2053600297794251081?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/2053600297794251081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=2053600297794251081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/2053600297794251081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/2053600297794251081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-had-been-very-long.html' title='It had been very long...'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-6906377589988376360</id><published>2008-03-22T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:37:33.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tag X 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People that I love accept Christ, then we shall see each other for eternity&lt;br /&gt;2. Real joy&lt;br /&gt;3. Holiday trip!!! Anywhere will do, except a few places that I go until muak... =p&lt;br /&gt;4. (don't really need other thing)&lt;br /&gt;5. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PERSON WHO TAGGED ME IS : &lt;/span&gt;Nigel =] &amp;amp; then later Ee May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One of the famous dude in College&lt;br /&gt;2. Very very talented&lt;br /&gt;3. My favorite GelFM ;)&lt;br /&gt;4. Melayu...&lt;br /&gt;5. Likes to hide himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Louis' sister, but how come doesn't look alike one...&lt;br /&gt;2. Chubby, pinch-able&lt;br /&gt;3. One of the favorite object to make fun of&lt;br /&gt;4. Love food&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE HAS GIVE/DONE FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot in fact, esp the Photo Album for my Birthday ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS SHE HAS GIVE/DONE FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our HK Trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE SAID TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we yak alot, alot of meaningful topics, but can't remember a specific one... sowee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS SHE SAID TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tak ingat also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF HE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Wow! very difficult to answer... Haha! Normally I don't know how to answer question with assumption =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 'straight' k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR ENEMY, THE REASON WILL BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never will, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASS THE QUIZ TO 5 PEOPLE THAT YOU WISH TO KNOW HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yvonne&lt;br /&gt;2. Carol&lt;br /&gt;3. Yannie&lt;br /&gt;4. Nigel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*tag u back, kakakaka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ee May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. WHO IS NO.3 HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehwy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. WHO IS NO.5 HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the latest rumors (or joke), Dillon... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. IF NO.3 AND NO.2 ARE TOGETHER, WILL IT BE A GOOD THING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesbianism prohibited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. WHAT ABOUT NO.4 AND NO.5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can try, they went to Phuket together for vacation before... Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. WHAT IS NO.3 STUDYING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 5, SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU CHATTED WIT NO.5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, in church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. DOES NO.4 WORK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, and he is lovin it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. DO YOU HAVE ANY COUSIN IN HIS/HER OWN SCHOOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What kind of question is this...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. WILL U BE WITH NO.1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stress again, lesbianism prohibited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. HOW ABOUT NO.5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer to Q2, rumors has it that she was taken, they even hold hand in the public...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. DOES NO.2 HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. HOW DID U GET TO KNOW ABOUT NO.2 AND NO.4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From PYP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. WHERE DOES NO.1 LIVE AT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmn Teratai, opps, again expose ur location to potential stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. HOW DID U GET TO KNOW NO.2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered at Q12 already ma... Anyway, I got to know her better during Group Andrew '07 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. IS NO.5 THE SEXIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Dillon... LOL (Don't whack me ar...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-6906377589988376360?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/6906377589988376360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=6906377589988376360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6906377589988376360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/6906377589988376360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/03/tag-x-2.html' title='Tag X 2'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-3372764071682483873</id><published>2008-03-22T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:41:08.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>50 Questions</title><content type='html'>Got this tag from &lt;a href="http://amidrin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amilia&lt;/a&gt;, sorry for being so late ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last person you had a deep and meaningful conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;Ernie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where was the last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you could be with your first love, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Never look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was your first crush????&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Donnie Yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was the last thing you highlighted?&lt;br /&gt;Few sentences in the book "Purpose Driven Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is the last baby that you held?&lt;br /&gt;Teng Zheng Yuan, my cutie niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you know of any twins with rhyming names?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;Very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever worn a crown?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly... no, maybe i wasnt meant for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Last time you saw fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia International Fireworks Competition @ Sep'07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Teng Zheng Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you have a black dog?&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have a little black dress?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, too little that I don't think I can fit in anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Tee &amp;amp; shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Reason behind why you last cried?&lt;br /&gt;I lost something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How much cash do you have on you?&lt;br /&gt;P&amp;amp;C, not alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?&lt;br /&gt;This is the age of digital camera &amp;amp; phone camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to change a regret?&lt;br /&gt;To change a regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What's on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Aloof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you have a deep dark secret?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you wish you were with someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who was the hottest teacher you ever had?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What was the last thing you ever got grounded for?&lt;br /&gt;I never got grounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What was your childhood nickname?&lt;br /&gt;*secret*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have any strange phobias?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Wake up at mid night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever played naked twister?&lt;br /&gt;Ape tu? Pervert games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Thief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the planet?&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you crack your knuckles?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What's one thing that can always be found in your refrigerator?&lt;br /&gt;Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What color are your bed sheets?&lt;br /&gt;Purple, pink, blue, orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. How many kids do you plan on having?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, unpack, go to church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. How would you like to die?&lt;br /&gt;Die young, but without regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. When is the last time you went out of the state (province)?&lt;br /&gt;Last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you judge people?&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Generally, in life, what makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with love ones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6186073113927783053-3372764071682483873?l=writingletterstogod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/feeds/3372764071682483873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6186073113927783053&amp;postID=3372764071682483873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3372764071682483873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6186073113927783053/posts/default/3372764071682483873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2008/03/50-questions.html' title='50 Questions'/><author><name>Myself n I</name><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>
