<?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-6657551</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:02:49.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HisStoryMaker</title><subtitle type='html'>history maker</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-3365886266374715419</id><published>2007-09-30T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:52:56.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the 1st time in my life, i'm feeling depressed. never had this kind of sucky and lousy feeling before. is that the reality of life or just army? hmm. pls keep me in prayers man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-3365886266374715419?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/3365886266374715419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/3365886266374715419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#3365886266374715419' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-4470972698161335559</id><published>2007-08-26T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:25:18.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrite. its been sometime man. someone actually told me to update a few weeks ago but i drag until now. i'm seriously thinking, who will still visit here man? heh. anyway, there's not much things to update also. I'm a 2nd yr soldier already and in a unit that is... shld i say very very active. So, was really busy with lots of things. Was involved in NDP07 and it's quite sad tt now it's over coz no more monday night book in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just so miss being a trainee like for the past one year. from BMT to sispec and finally training to be an armour spec. it's just so shiok that those days don't have much responsibilities. being a commander is really not an easy job man. you are always sandwiched between officers(esp OC!) and the men under you. Alot of time, you will think like your men but you can't coz you have things you need to accomplish by the end of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ran 21km. both my legs almost dropped! it's just so great to see aaron again lah. oh man. i so miss days in ATI, where i trained to be an armour spec, and of coz, P4S2.. our favourite, Staff Alan. You know, friends are so amazingly important in NS. What pushes me on every single day is coz i've got quite a great bunch of friends around me, everyday talking cock with me! hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. stop all the army stuff. recently met up with victor and he's like ORD-ing sooo soon lah! so jealous but he's got his own share of sufferings too. He was my senior in poly days and now, he's gonna study Banking and Finance. It really sets me thinking whether shld i still pursuit an engineering degree or go for something else. if you say about passion, i will say engineering kinda sucks at times and i seriously don't see myself as an engineer 4 yrs down the road. hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, let Your peace that surpass all understanding to reign in my heart so that i can face the challenges ahead with confident. &lt;br /&gt;Lord, let me experience Your unconditional love once again coz i know that is a powerful tool to fight everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me a revelation of Your amazing grace that even though i sin, i still know in my heart that i'm still the righteousness of God in Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the update for now. do drop me a comment if you're still alive here! hee ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-4470972698161335559?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/4470972698161335559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/4470972698161335559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4470972698161335559' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-117167956238531142</id><published>2007-02-17T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:32:42.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. my pc is down and i dont think im gonna replace one anytime soon. so, i wont be online tt often anymore. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-117167956238531142?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/117167956238531142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/117167956238531142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117167956238531142' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-116770285325954948</id><published>2007-01-02T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:54:13.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blessed new year everyone! I know it's kinda late and well, its the spirit of laziness that is surrounding me.. that's why. hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update coz it's just all about NS life. On friday, we managed to book out earlier than before. Saturday, went to have a good dinner with my buddies. Sunday, went church and later on, went cousin's place. Lastly, i slacked the whole day at home yesturday and I bet today. And i'm booking in tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that when you are in the army, sometimes, it's a constant fighting of loneliness as a civilian. Not that i don't enjoy loneliness.. but i think, too much of it kinda drive me crazy. Alot of time, i don't know which gang to call and go out and if you realised, most of the time, i will stay at home on saturdays when i book out. don't be mistaken.. as i said, i love being alone at home also coz the comfort of home is really damn different when you are in bunk. I think, largely due to the fact that everyone knows im in army and don't call me out and my good buddies are all in the army as well.. their weekends are equally precious.. therefore, spending with gfs are sometime more important. i dont blame them for that la.. it's their committment to one another. Like yesturday and today, it's a four days holiday and I'm spending two days at home doing nothing. haha. actually it's alright. I can rest also la.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 2006 had been great in some ways. Its the end of my polytechnic life and i bet that was an achievement for me, especially in my fyp. Applied for university and get myself a place in NTU. My parents are damn excited when i told them I'm going Uni. Got into army and that's where all the not so good thing comes. Places i want to go, i didn't go.. places i didn't expect to be in and i'm in.. so yea. actually its not altogether that bad, the people i met are also great people man. make lots of friends there especially in armour now.. i think my bunk is one of the most happening one around.. both for my army experience so far and also compare to the rest of the bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2007, I'm gonna be in the NS the whole year. I just hope that it will be a fulfilling year for me. When Pastor was announcing the blessing to us on sunday, praying over the year of 2007, I keep thinking.. how can i be blessed and how can it be good? But still, i want to proclaim that 2007 is a good year and a fulfilling one for me. I was telling God that let this year be a very fulfilling year and unique experience for me.. afterall, i have to go thru it.. make it enjoyable be it nxt time i go to unit or whatever place He put me. I just want to enjoy the 2007 away. So, please pray for me as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shall be a good year! Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-116770285325954948?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/116770285325954948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/116770285325954948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116770285325954948' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-116476310383131401</id><published>2006-11-29T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T11:24:26.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nope I didn't awol, nope i'm not on status. haha. yeah and i'm not in camp. well, i booked in on monday only to know that my course starts on thurs. I guess the reason we were told to book in on monday because my coy in sispec wants us to apply our leave at our new camp. so, immediately after putting down our barang barang in a bunk, we left the camp and when we reached Lot1, the shops are not fully open yet. We saw some friends from Signals also. They did the same thing also. Well, they just have to rub it in when they told us that they are not gonna have soc and no camo on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, these few days i've reflected on alot of things and i'm still learning how to lean on the Lord and look at a bigger picture that God is preparing me for something greater next time. &lt;br /&gt;Take it as bread for you to grow as you go through these tough times, son. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this version. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2eYWIDmlXLA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2eYWIDmlXLA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-116476310383131401?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/116476310383131401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/116476310383131401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116476310383131401' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-116450404011100247</id><published>2006-11-26T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:46:25.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo hoo! Hillsong United is power man! I was at their concert yesturday night and i enjoy every bit of it man! Jumping my heads off and release everything like when we were back in Teenzeal. It reminded me so much of the old Teenzeal days when all of us are so wild but anyway, thank God they came and i really had a great time with a few companies and also, getting myself recharged for God. Really needed that so much coz i'm just feeling really low about the things of God lately. The things that they shared with us is also timely and I really hope i can remember them and not just forget everything when i'm back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i've got my corporal rank and i'm posted to a ulu camp call sungei gedong to train as an armour spec. the camp is all the way inside lim chu kang. I told my mum that i will pass by the cemetries at choa chu kang and my mum ask me to bring my bible to camp and whenever i pass by the cemetry, she call me to pray.. haha. So, yep.. I wasn't prepared to get myself into armour and I heard the training is more tough than infantry but, I guess I just have to go ahead and face it. There's where the sharing comes in.. Eng Kee + God is bigger than anything and any situation man! :) Pray for me.. favour with my instructor and also, good and nice instructors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-116450404011100247?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/116450404011100247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/116450404011100247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116450404011100247' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-116272449146043271</id><published>2006-11-05T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T19:01:31.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a quick one before booking in. booked out this morning and went to church immediately. caught some precious sleep and i've to book in again. Well, i didn't get to see my parents as they are enjoying themselves in Genting. I'm just glad for them that they are taking time off to enjoy life. Well, i will be confine for the next two weeks because of the major exercises that is coming up and it happily falls on next weekend. I'll be going back to tekong again.. good also la, can catch some sleep while travelling there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all of us are looking forward to the next book out coz the week after that, i'll be get my corporal rank and i think, i'll be getting my posting on that week itself. hmm.. guess i'm boring you guys with ns stuff. But I can't help it.. haa. our life now is all about serving ns and that's what common to talk about. I don't know what is happening outside now and that's the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite. adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-116272449146043271?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/116272449146043271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/116272449146043271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116272449146043271' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-116090780537514434</id><published>2006-10-15T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:25:04.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i was right about booking out on friday for my coy but not myself man. I've got to stay back to do guard duty while the rest of my friends book out and have a long weekend. I managed to reach home this morning and going back to camp in less than 12 hrs. How great is my weekends man? Anyway, I didn't go to church coz i'm really tired and on top of that, I've got just too much things to do(yes, army stuff still). They wanted us to cut our hair before booking in and get a few things before booking in. Anyway, this week is really both physically and mentally challenged. Got navigation lessons this week and we finished alot of tests. Come to think of it, it's really crazy how they squeeze everything. As i said in the last entry, we've had SOC for the whole week. Not too bad for myself coz i manage to improve quite abit and hit below 9 minutes. next week is the actual test, just hope that i'll maintain the standard. hee ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, got to go and pray for me coz i'm having Exercise next week already. Heard that though it's Deepavali, i'll most likely be booking out on saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;what to do. L L suck thumb. haha. favourite phase from my PC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-116090780537514434?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/116090780537514434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/116090780537514434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116090780537514434' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-116027279555704785</id><published>2006-10-08T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T09:59:55.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man. the contacts in my msn is being erased for don't know what reason. actually, its good also.. i've always wanted a new account. i've got too much ppl that i don't really talk to in my msn list already. i'll msg you guys for your email again once i got my new account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week have been rather slack. I think coz the week before was a damn xiong week and this coming too. 5 days in camp yet we have 1 SOC lesson each day from tuesday to friday. my goodness! but think from the positive side, it's damn good training though i don't think all of us will get a good timing for SOC since the test is on friday. hopefully, we will get to book out on friday night. Well, for ippt, i really chionging for Gold. my last timing for running was 10:09 and all i need to do is just to push myself abit more. And also, i have to put in more effort for my chin-ups to have Gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i'm more settled down now in sispec. slowly getting use to the training and accepting it. yep :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-116027279555704785?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/116027279555704785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/116027279555704785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116027279555704785' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-115963055779674080</id><published>2006-09-30T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:35:57.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just as i'm about to write this blog, my good friend, kh, smsed me and told me that he's going air wing. wah. damn song lah. all the best lah bro! really glad for you and at the same time, envy you. I also want to go air force! army is just...... argh! cheong sua is really damn sian.. the only thing i like about it is that i can be train until damn fit.. that's all. Well, I've just ended the second week of training. I'm really praying that i'll not go ASLC. Heard from those aslc ppl, that the next batch will not go taiwan but thailand instead. Wah damn sian lah! If im going aslc, at least can enjoy in taiwan during R&amp;R. Thailand..? er? see bapok ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feel very demoralised by alot of things. Bitter about alot of things. But no doubt that I'm in a very good company. My PWO is really someone that I respect. Alot of us always thinks that being an officer is good(which i think so too), but he says that he prefer himself to be a specialist because they are the ones who really run the show. The main fascilitator between PC and the man. As a specialist, you can learn alot of things and know how to manage the man and prepare the things for PC. He's really one passionate guy and he also inspire our batchmates that signed on, that the passion to lead the man under them cannot burn out. but well, NSF like us sometime is different. We want to go for the best and also serve and go. We think, as an officer you will have more time for ourselves, more money, more pride. I don't know how true is that for freedom but i bet that's what most nsf thinks. "With pride we lead" is what we always say in sispec but how many of us is really proud to be a specialists? Maybe not yet but I'm still recovering from the disappointment and still not that proud to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know myself very much that I'm someone that is motivated by one stupid word, 'pride'. I know its stupid and its not biblical but I guess, sometimes it's just me. No pride= no motivation. That's why I'm thinking, if i get into aslc, I seriously don't mind going Guards. Argh! sometimes i really hate myself for being that way coz it's just so shallow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This army really exposes so much weakness and iniquities that man have. argh! really feel that im such a hypocryte! oh Lord, I need Your grace. I already know that I'm not judged or accepted by what rank i wear or whatever i think is proud to show others that i'm good , yet i'm not living what was preached. I guess that's why i need His grace. please give me a revelation, Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-115963055779674080?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/115963055779674080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/115963055779674080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115963055779674080' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-115848892636790271</id><published>2006-09-17T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:34:44.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. as promised.. i'll do a post just before i go back camp. yeap. this week have been great! Somehow, when you are in the army.. time just moves really slowly.. even for block leave. Even though it's just one week plus, but it seems that i've enjoyed two weeks of leave. Totally recharged for the next phase of training. Well, for those who don't know.. i've been posted to SISPEC and to be frank, i wasn't really happy about it still. Everyone that I asked, seems to be going OCS yet not myself man. But well, I guess I have to face with the reality and just go ahead with the training. Though all that disappointment, I think I'm starting to accept it and telling myself that there are also advantages just being a Section Commander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.settlerscafe.com/"&gt;http://sg.settlerscafe.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I think all of you should really check this place out man. I just went there yesturdae and i really enjoyed myself. It's a cafe that allow you to play boardgame at the same time. After playing the games, I was really inspired by cafe like this and I really feel like doing something like that. Not using boardgame also, but if i'm gonna set up a cafe.. I really want it to be very unique and everyone that came, just enjoys the place and the company.&lt;br /&gt;And if you look under the website, there is this portion where it talk about their staff being nominated for the Spirit of Enterprise. When I click the website, it further excite me about doing business and I start reading those interviews on all the nominees. Really interesting on how they started their business and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Your favour to be upon me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-115848892636790271?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/115848892636790271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/115848892636790271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115848892636790271' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-115798971330841588</id><published>2006-09-11T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:48:33.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's two months since I last blogged and I still wonder who reads my blog. Anyway, army have been great or rather, at least BMT have been great. I've met some great people and everyone in my company seems to be great but well, I'm out of tekong now. I'm into the 1st official day of my block leave(i have 4 unofficial days already) and yeap, I just hope that my posting will be good for this friday though I think that getting into where I want can be rather difficult. But, I'm not gonna care anymore. If I'm placed in another place, God better make sure that I'm in a better place. Somewhere I hope I can learn things from and i hope it will change my mind on how saf works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite. i'll blog again soon. dont worry. before i book in next week. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-115798971330841588?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/115798971330841588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/115798971330841588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115798971330841588' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-115220139247875693</id><published>2006-07-06T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:56:32.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Enlisting tomorrow already. These few days have been great man and I've just found a broke-back partner. haha! I just feel blessed coz God gave me such wonderful people around me. I was in church just now and message really speaks to me man. We sang this song and you should rougly know the topic of the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still - Hillsong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hide me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under Your wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cover me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within Your mighty hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the oceans rise and thunders roar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will soar with You above the storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father You are King over the flood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be still and know you are God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find rest my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Christ alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know His power&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In quietness and trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though at times, situation might seems to be bad and you feel that God is just so far away and not even helping you in any situation. We must always tell ourselves that God is still with us in good times or bad times. Pastor taught from the Book of Daniel(think is chap 3) that even though Daniel's three friends are thrown into the furnace and it seems that God is not with them but you know what? There, the Son of God was in the very midst! The bible says that there are four person in the burning fire! I thought that was really very good. I don't want this to just be a good message but I want it to be real in my life and it speaks to me that no matter what I'm going through in army, our Lord Jesus is just beside me and I'm not going through these time alone but with Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I want to learn to depend on you and learn to be conscious of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for all that have wished me!! I'll definitely be fine and see you guys in two weeks time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-115220139247875693?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/115220139247875693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/115220139247875693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115220139247875693' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-115145862710410920</id><published>2006-06-28T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:19:22.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. So, I'm counting down the days to my enlistment. These few days is all about meeting people. My schedule for this coming week and next week, is meet and meet people. But sad to say also, I can't meet some people which I would really love to meet.&lt;br /&gt;haha. So funny. I'm featured in SP library's website. They sort of wanted us to help them to provide a better resources to future students. But i think.. haha. We won't use the fascilities there one lah. But, its really a good effort by SP library.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is exactly in one week's time. Time really flies when you are in poly. Really... Guys, treasure your poly days while you can man. I know people always say that but really.. at least try to appreciate your poly days.. those carefree days. haha. To be frank, I played three years in poly.. The oni times I'm studying is one or two weeks before exams. haha. I still remember following one of my friend after his graduation when I was year 1. Now, I'm attending my own graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-115145862710410920?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/115145862710410920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/115145862710410920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115145862710410920' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-115064939645300406</id><published>2006-06-19T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:53:39.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week have been really great. I was totally recharged on Saturday. Was at East Coast Park the whole day. We had poly cluster gathering and had lots of fun playing games, fellowshipping and finally, praise and worship under the stars! haha. The games was fun and of coz, i have to blog about this. We played a rather gross game but its damn fun and funny game. We played captain's ball with a twist. The organisers throw in papaya and frozen chicken!! Yes, real chicken but of coz, dead liao lah. haha. Its rather gross when everyone is snatching the chicken. The head was pulled off, legs came out and we literally saw flying chicken when we threw them around. haha! damn funny! and we threw papaya and snatching around. So, its like torn apart. Then, it dropped onto the ground and 'PIAK'! and we still pick it up and throw around. haha.Its unsightly but its damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had quite some time for our meals and fellowshipping. Wah. Get to know this guy who is formally a muslim better and we shared alot of things about God. I tell you, its very uplifting. We share things that is very real to him and to me. We encourage one another and so on.. its great man! I really thank God for people like this that is placed in my life because they tell you things about God that is very real. And that's the reason why I like to hang around people that have a different spirit of faith and they usually is someone very real to you and have really went through alot in life. Their life was a total mess before they knew the Lord and they share with you real things that they have experienced and tell you how God delivered them from all that unglam past. Through all the sharing, I really feel that God is real. I was just telling him that I want to share with my parents real things about God because traditional chinese, worship 'idols'. And they just see statue and just hope that they will help us. But, our God is not just a statue. Its a real God that wants to commune and talk to us every single day. That's why I want to share with them real things about God. Encounters of what God have been practical in our life and real in our life. What are the good things and experience that God has blessed us and not telling them, if you die... you will go to hell ar.. omg.. imagine what will they think of christians. Truly, i still remember what Victor told me.. its the faithfullness of God that lead people to repentence.&lt;br /&gt;If there is a chance, I will share with you some of the things that he shared with me.&lt;br /&gt;So, after that we had praise and worship. I felt great man. It was really good becuase the sky is just above you and you see the stars right in front of you. As I look up and see the stars, I was reminded of the faithfullness of God from the story of Abraham and the stars. Look at the number of Jews today and that's the faithfullness of God towards Abraham.&lt;br /&gt;So, this week ended with a climax. I really want to come to know Jesus more and more. I feel that I should be spending more time in the Word. I want to Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-115064939645300406?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/115064939645300406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/115064939645300406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115064939645300406' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-115020266135611556</id><published>2006-06-13T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:44:21.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. havent really been updating coz i think there's nothing much interesting these days. I'll just say anything that comes to my mind now. On Sunday, Darlene Zschech came to our church. Wah.! Power man.. So, they played all 4 songs from Hillsong. Well, to be frank, I still prefer Hillsong's song compare to my church's song. I still like our song and I don't doubt that it is really anointed music. I think its just my preference of music. The style is abit different and yeap, i still kinda missed Hillsong's song. So, Sunday was great.&lt;br /&gt;Though I have been going church and so on, I'm still feeling rather spiritually dry on the inside. I don't know why and I've been thinking alot these days about alot of things. Thinking too much is not very healthy sometimes. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So, the world cup fever is here. Though I'm not exactly a big soccer fan but its the 'in' thing now to talk about soccer. haha. So yeap, sometimes I will drop by the kopitiam and hang out with some ah peks to watch soccer afterall, I don't have things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Well, havent been working lately becoz my boss don't have money to pay me. haha. Actually, she uses some project budget to pay me so yeap, its gonna finish.. so i have to stop for awhile. So, usually I will go and run in school(i work in school) after work to train for army. But well, these 2 weeks have not been training. So, the muscles that i've build up for the past 2 months have become flabby just because I haven't been exercising for 2 weeks. sian. I don't feel the motivation to run around my neighbourhood man.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just looking forward to Thurs and Saturday because I can go church to recharge myself. As I've said, I'm rather spiritually dry.. So, I would want to have a fresh touch from God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-115020266135611556?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/115020266135611556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/115020266135611556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115020266135611556' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-114882995704901952</id><published>2006-05-28T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:29:22.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I realise that it really takes a revelation or some time to not blame people. My brother sorta bumped my dad's car this morning and its quite silly lah. I thought my dad will give a black face when this happened but he did not. Coz I remember when i was young, when this kind of things happen or some things that doesnt go according to his plans, he will give a charcoal face. But i realised that recent years, he has changed. I think he is used to it and knows how to deal with it with a open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so human when things happened and you will start to blame people. Say things like.. 'wah lau, this kind of things will also happen' kinda attitude. And after some time, you start nagging at him. Actually, it does no help to the situation. Like this morning, the back wheel was stucked and we are thinking of solutions to pull it up but of coz, we ended up calling the tow company. haha. When my dad was there, he didn't blame him and nag at him or whatever.. but my mum came.. haha.. she started all the nagging lah.. I was just thinking about all this and she started that. ahha. quite funny. All the nagging actually does no help to the situation and blaming him also doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that my dad has come to that place of receiving it with an open heart. I don't think i have reached that point but I thank God, He opened my eyes. You know, afterall, we are all humans. We make mistakes in our everyday life. It's about not staying at our current situation.. come out with a solution and finally, get out of it and move on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-114882995704901952?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114882995704901952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114882995704901952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114882995704901952' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-114857680227613659</id><published>2006-05-26T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:06:42.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came back from bible study. When I was back, i ran straight into my parent's room and I started sharing with them about God. I thank God for the people that God has put around me in my life that I can share with them about real things about God and people I meet. Today I shared with them about what I believe and also imparting a spirit of wisdom to them. It's so amazing coz everything just seems supernatural. I told them about what is true success in life and I think they are rather amazed about my wisdom. Really! I seriously believe what we have learn in church right.. is not down to waste and we need to apply them in our lives and it's a testimony to people around us and our parents. I would also encourage you to share with them what you feel and about your faith. Take the step of faith to be open with them. Don't have to really preach to them but start from something small. Start sowing the seed and i'm sure it will reap one day and they are in church! I also share with them about some people that is so hopeless in life before and now, is such a great testimony for God. It's so real to them and to me. Wah. Thank God for those friends man! I really see a revival in my family and relatives. I'm just so excited about the things that God will do for my family! Let's believe God together man! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-114857680227613659?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114857680227613659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114857680227613659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114857680227613659' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-114812188819064629</id><published>2006-05-20T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T18:44:48.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone that wished me. Actually I thought of mentioniong all the people that smsed me. But I think, its quite tedious. haha. I'm just so blessed with great great friends around. My families, my buddies, my godly friends, my friends from Red Cross, my friends from SAA, my friends from SP and mjr.. oh yes! my friends that are overseas!(i decided to mention them coz they are fewer crowd. haha) I think Shiwei and Shiyang was in hk when they smsed me? haha. thanks man! Angelene for remembering too! ;) Victor, who has training in taiwan, and still take time to sms me. William, who is my good old friend, in Sydney! Thanks alot guys! Of coz, those that are in sg, I appreciate every bit of our relationship man! thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesturday, I was at caregroup and it emphasis on the message that was preached a week before by Pastor Chin. He was sharing that, youth like us is always making important decisions. Important decisions that will determined our destination which is 10 years down the road. So, what are Godly decisions and good decisions. I will not share everything here but I will tell you what Coach Han has shared with us over supper yesturday night which confirms what was shared last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 37:23-26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 23 The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD, And He delights in his way.&lt;br /&gt; 24 Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down; For the LORD upholds him with His hand.&lt;br /&gt; 25 I have been young, and now am old; Yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken, Nor his descendants begging bread.&lt;br /&gt; 26 He is ever merciful, and lends; And his descendants are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually he shared until verse 24 only but I read on, I thought its good. On verse 23, it says that we are ordered by the Lord. So, I asked him what exactly is "ordered" and he explained to me. "Ordered" means that God gave an instruction, we listen and follow by doing it.&lt;br /&gt;So, sometimes we thought, if we don't follow what God has called us to do and don't follow His plans.. we are doomed and we will be not be successful in life. But verse 24 says that God will uphold us with His hands. Wah. I thought that was good. Coz during caregroup, we shared about that. We were saying that sometimes, we don't follow what God is telling us. Its still ok, there's no wrong.. But you are just not enjoying the full blessing that He wants for us. And that sorta confirms it during supper. So, Coach actually stopped here. I read on myself and David says that he is now old yet he didn't see any righteous forsaken and poor. The verse says that "Nor his descendants".. so we are included! And that we are blessed! Even though at times, you might make mistakes and didn't follow God's decision for you, its still alright! God will turn around for your good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kinda comforts me coz I was battling about making a rather big decision recently. So, yeah, its timely man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha. I just love saturdays. its a day to slack and do nothing. yeah, so its like my sabbath. Ok. I go and rest somemore. Shalom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-114812188819064629?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114812188819064629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114812188819064629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114812188819064629' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-114771070097364614</id><published>2006-05-16T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:31:41.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I went out to eat at RiceTable with my family. Wah. Thank God. Come to think of it.. that was my prayer like say a year ago.. to be able to go out and eat as a family. Wah. Really thank God. Its really a good time together. After eating, we decided to watch a movie. Well, everything was good until my brother started asking my dad to buy him laptop again. Yes, again. I shant touch on that much and to cut short the story, his black face just came out immediately. He must be thinking, ya.. whats new.. its me adding salt and sugar again so that my father will not buy for him. I am always against him. Well, if he really think in that way, then let it be because i'm seriously not. I just think that we don't have to spend this kind of unnecessary money since we have a computer at home. We are not from some rich family afterall and I survived my poly days without a laptop and I don't see the point of him having one just because he studies IT. It do hurt me sometimes that he always thinks that I am against. As much as i'm against his ideas, I don't exactly am against him always. If he comes out with ideas that are logical and good, then of coz, i will support. Just now I was just thinking, its better to be firm and not be nice and say 'No' than always be a very nice guy and 'yes yes' person. We must learn to say 'No'. Sometimes, it is just so hard to love him. I seriously want to.. I tried striking a conversation with him and try to talk sense out of him but he just thinks that i'm against him. Ah! I'm not gonna care anymore and let God do the job man. I shall not let this kind of distraction hurt me when it started with a blessing from God. Yes! Thank God for my family, even for my younger brother. From him, I've learn to importance of harmony in a family. I've learn that family's love and support are so important in someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Gtg and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-114771070097364614?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114771070097364614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114771070097364614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114771070097364614' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-114664676168497149</id><published>2006-05-03T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:05:23.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. i thought this is a good idea to post up wishlist since my birthday is coming up. Not to remind people to buy me stuff(plz dont think its a obligation) but if you want, this is use to fascilitate if you are scratching your head. well, i'm not that greedy person lah. just a few in mind nia ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. levis jeans&lt;br /&gt;2. Brown leathered (New King James Version) ultraslim bible&lt;br /&gt;3.orange jacket&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.urbanclothesout.com/Adidas/item.php?a=B000BMDWRK&amp;k=Jackets&amp;amp;s=Adidas"&gt;http://www.urbanclothesout.com/Adidas/item.php?a=B000BMDWRK&amp;k=Jackets&amp;amp;s=Adidas&lt;/a&gt;) no need to be adidas, as long its orange and nice. ;)&lt;br /&gt;4. Hillsong United We Stand Album (i heard its very gd, maybe you shld buy 1 for urself als0. haha)&lt;br /&gt;5. Guitar( haha. i doubt so lah)&lt;br /&gt;6. Billabong stuff&lt;br /&gt;7. Some faith-centred books from Smith Wigglesworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. that's all man.&lt;br /&gt;Yesturday, I was at Steven Curtis Chapman's concert. Its quite cool. Though I only know like 4-5 songs but I enjoyed it lah. A very humble man which always talks about God's love for him and I bet he really have a relevaltion about that. Oh yes! He adopts 3 children. how cool is that right!? He's a Ang Moh but all 3 adopted kids are asian. haha. damn cool lah. He has this love for orphans and that's why he have this movement around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert and after a close upfront encounter with him, I realise that I want to be someone like him. When i was upfront with him, he's sincere heart just portrait so amazingly through the way he talked to us.. the way he look at us. A very sincere person and like, his heart just go up to everyone, be it young or old.. pretty or ugly. Sometimes, I do like judge people from their looks.. from the way they talk and will not get close to people that is abit weird and all. But, I just suddenly feel that the more I should be loving them and show love and sincerity to them and that's what the kind of love I've felt from him. Very amazing and from his concert.. he keeps talking about God's love for all of us. He must have really experience such great love from God to be able to be like so loving to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That actually makes me thought of a sermon that Pastor preached. Apostle John is known to be the apostle of love and only in his writtings, he wrote that he is the disciple whom Jesus loves. Actually Jesus love all twelve disciples but only in John's letter, he wrote that. So, he must really have known that the Lord really love him and therefore, extending that love to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah! start feeding on God's love for you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-114664676168497149?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114664676168497149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114664676168497149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114664676168497149' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-114572545081412837</id><published>2006-04-23T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:04:10.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from Campus Meeting. Today's message was very good and so real especially to us, youths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love that part when Pastor Chin says about the certs that we have. haa. When we are born onto this earth, we are given Birth Cert. Later in life, we have PSLE cert and follow by O level cert. Next, it will be diploma cert and degree cert. Afterwhich, we have our marriage cert. Our child's birth cert, our child's PSLE cert and finally, our death cert. haha. You know, in life, we have lots of achievements, got this and that lah. Got this cert and that cert.. we can easily put our trust in those stuff. But, don't let those things determine who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2nd Corinthians 5:17 and Ephesians 1, it says about our identity in Christ and its really powerful! Alot of times right, we can miss it very easily. Ya ya, our identity in Christ. But if you truly truly truly truly truly truly truly truly have a revelation of it, you will walk a different walk in life!! This world says that.. oh, you must have an hour glass body.. oh, you must do well in your studies then you will be successful next time. You must go to zouk and that's life. Well, look at what God says you are and put your security in that rather than that of what people says you are!! The people of the world do that because their friends say that that is life and you should come join or else, you are just a loser.. you are just ugly, you are just coward. Don't let people say who you are.. rather let God say who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love that man. Alright, its getting rather late.. I think i'm gonna change a skin soon. I'm serving tomorrow! woo hoO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-114572545081412837?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114572545081412837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114572545081412837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114572545081412837' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-114541166535737451</id><published>2006-04-19T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:13:58.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pastor preached an amazing message on Sunday. Its about looking at Him as our Shepherd. Alot of us, Christians, receive Jesus as our Lord and Saviour and it remains there, our Saviour. But, in the Bible, it always talks about Jesus being our Shepherd, and us being His sheep. Its interesting that God calls us sheeps. Sheeps, in nature, don't have horns or anything to protect themselves. They are weak and therefore, they needed a shepherd to look after them. When wolves come to hunt the sheeps, the shepherd are the ones fighting for them.&lt;br /&gt;God describe us as sheep. As weak as a sheep! Even though, sometimes we think that we don't need a God to look after us and want to use our own effort to achieve things in life.. God still sees us as a sheep who needed a Shepherd. I was talking to a friend of mine which she believes in a religion that requires so much self effort. You have to do this and that so that her 'god' will bless her. Thank God that Christianity is the only religion that says that you don't have to do, Jesus did it for you already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 10:11 says that He is a good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. And true enough! Jesus did come to this earth to die for us and when I was talking to that friend, I finally realise what Pastor has always been saying, Jesus is the only person that came to this earth and die for us! No other religion did! And if you are having any troubles in life, our Shepherd will help us fight the wolves! I felt so loved after the service man. He came just to die on the cross for me, just to tell me that He wants to be my Shepherd and look after me in bad times and also, in good times. Praise Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for mission trip before i go army! I know that army is in 1+ months time but I really want to go. Pastor Chin asked the youths whether we want to go for mission trip if there is a chance and he want to open it up to youths. He was showing the ministry when he was in India for mission trip the last meeting and lots of miracles happened! I want to see first hand miracles of God's power manifesting right there and then and right before my very eyes. I want to see people longing for the grace message of God and be appreciative of what I have now. Its like Jesus when He was walking on earth, going around healing the sick and delivering those who are oppress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you make the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-114541166535737451?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114541166535737451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114541166535737451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114541166535737451' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-114476834927039097</id><published>2006-04-11T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T23:16:05.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. alot of times I always share about good things about God and I'm not sure..? Am i portraying that I'm a 'holy' man..? Some of my friends think that I'm a 'holy' man bcoz i always bring sermon discs in my bags. In my ipod, I will have sermons in it, goes to church on weekdays.. blah blah. I don't know man but that's what I feel I should be doing since I want to be radically blessed by God in my life. Not that I have to do those stuff so that God can bless me but rather, we know that God has already blessed and give me! All I have to do is to believe how much He can give me. So, that's why I always( if I can) want to be the realm of believing God. Keep myself, hearing so that I can have the faith to meet my everyday challenges(yes, i also still have challenges). The Word says that faith comes by hearing the Word. That's why.. not because I'm holy. plz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saying just now that, yes I have challenges. That brings me to my next point. Alot of times i share about the good things God has done for me. But, I don't know whether am I real to them anot..? I think I should blog down struggles too. You see.. I have my struggles with God too. Trust me, I bet most of the Christians do. Things like.. why God did that for him and not me..? God, I trusted you yet, you disappointed me and it can go on and on.. but I thank God for good teachings which I believe is the reason why I always blog about the good things that God has done in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus says that in the world, we will have tribulations but be of good cheer! He has overcome it! Back then, during the days when I'm preparing for the presentations.. I was very stressed up! Presentations after presentations.. But I always tell myself.. God is with me.. Its gonna be alright. I keep reminding myself that! Don't think I'm that holy! I'm not. When exams come and I don't have time to study, I also panicked but I just keep thanking God for the grades. My younger brother.. he is an anti-christ for goodness sake and he always listens to metal musics. I also am believing God for him. I also am still trusting God that he will come to know Him. I also still trusting God that I can love him more coz everytime I see him, I'm thinking why is he behaving in this way and leading such a hopeless life? I still beliveing God for my salvation of my family members. I'm still believing God for a good company in army(now that i'm going in soon). There's alot of things that have not come to past, but does that means that God is no good.? NO! That's why I always blog about good things that happens to me! I rather focus on the blessings of God than those stuff. I seriously believe that those stuff that I'm going through now is for a purpose. Its called for greater things in my life! That's why I always love talking to Victor. We are always so real to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now you know that I'm struggling but I still got good news! My cousin is saved man! Seriously! When he told me, I was shocked! Coz he's those heckcare and thinks that Christianity and going church is a waste of time people and now he tell me, he's saved? haha. Truly man! The hardest it is for man, its easy for God! Praise God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-114476834927039097?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114476834927039097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114476834927039097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114476834927039097' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-114425389174271853</id><published>2006-04-06T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T00:18:56.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey people! start thanking God for what you have now man. Start thanking God that you have a lovely family. Thank God for a body that is healthy. Thank God for perfect body shape. Thank God for everything that you can give thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm thanking God for everything is coz something stirred me up today when I was taking MRT. Though its just a simple scene that I saw, it just reminded me that God is protecting me all the time. You might not know, if God didn't protect you.. you might meet with an accident already. I just saw a guy with his fingers being burnt. Initially, I thought it was an awful sight but it just reminded me that I'm well protected. Its not that that guy is not protected. That's the point, you see. It just reminded me that I should always thank God that I didn't meet with any accident for almost 20 years of my life now. Thank God for a perfect limbs and look perfectly alright. Thank God for everything I have now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-114425389174271853?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114425389174271853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114425389174271853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114425389174271853' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-114398242943186665</id><published>2006-04-02T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:53:49.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. alrite! I've finally received my letter for enlistment. I'm rather excited and yet, abit fearful lah. I think its just the fear of stepping into a new phase of life bah. Don't know what to expect even though I've heard so many stories from my friends. Well, I'm gonna just leave it to God afterall, I can't do anything much. I didn't take my IPPT that's why I have to go in earlier. I've asked my friend and he says that as long as I can get Silver done before my enlistment date, I can get a later date. I think I'm gonna chiong liao! Everyday go run after work and get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, I can celebrate my 21st birthday with hair! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm leaving for KL now and I'm starting work this Wednesday. So, be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-114398242943186665?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114398242943186665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114398242943186665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114398242943186665' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-114287681891309291</id><published>2006-03-21T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:46:58.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The holidays are here man! i've been blogging rather regularly i guess because i've got nothing to much to do. but anyway, i've found a job, not exactly found but it found me! haha. you know what? I'm working for SP. haa. it seriously is the favour of God man. My supervisor for my fyp just ask me whether I want to work for her and even though there's other people coming to her before she offer me. And she says, she wanted my answer before she agree on those that comes to her first. haha. I was like.. Hallelujah! So, i took abit of time to think over to choose whether I want the offer not. I was thinking, thats great man! the people out in the world have to look for jobs but here I am being offered. I should carry this spirit even next time when I goes to work that God is my provider and my help. It truly must be God for that to happen man! I mean, I'm not exactly very smart or something but yet, she choose me. Its God man!&lt;br /&gt;My friends are like looking for job and hopefully wont get a 'sian' job but I was being offered! The plus point is that the pay is very good(in fact, damn good) and the job is not boring at all. In fact, time flies very very fast when you are working and engross in the work. I know it cause i have been working in that lab for my FYP for the past one year. Its never boring and sometimes, you want to get things done and there's too little time. Praise Jesus !&lt;br /&gt;So, this few days, I'm just slacking around. I want to go malaysia before I go to work starting April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I want to share something man. Somehow when I was listening to the Word, Pastor was talking something and my spirit jump and realise that. You know alot of times, even for myself, I always want to see God's blessing move then I believe. I want to see the breakthroughs then I believe. But, in actual fact, God wants us to believe first then the blessing will come.&lt;br /&gt;Pastor said something that is doing with our eyes that see. Do you really think that if only you have to see that God has healed someone right in front of you then you will believe in Him? If only you see a miracle right in front of you then you will believe? Well, the answer is NO.&lt;br /&gt;The people of Israel in the Old Testament. When they are wondering in the wilderness for 40 years, during those 40 years, God did amazing things for them. He gave them mana everyday and God even split the Red Sea for them to walk through! Yet, they still murmur against God's leader. If today, you really see that miracle right in front of you, you will still somehow justify it. If you know, Lighthouse Evangelist has a building in Woodlands and I've known a lady(a non-believer) which stays around that area. They are a healing evangelist and she heard about all the healing miracles happened in that church. But when i talked to her, she ask me is the healing permanent? Is it because at that moment, that person got some sort of feeling very spiritual that's why will like that? Well, I didn't say much. All I say is that, I strongly believe that there's healing take place and it is definitely permanent. I've talked to people and they just want to justify everything that we say, so i better don't say too much. Are you also trying to justify something now? hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;From that encounter, I really see that its not by seeing that we will believe. And the bible says that faith comes by hearing and hearing the Word of Christ! It comes by hearing and not seeing! So, we shouldn't not lean our pillar of trust and faith on seeing but rather it should be hearing Christ! If you depend on seeing, it is not constant but Jesus is always constant! In fact, if you see and see too much, you will be more discouraged because this world is so chaotic now.&lt;br /&gt;Start believing that you are going to be well and it will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright man. Time to go and zzz! Tomorrow go gym. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-114287681891309291?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114287681891309291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114287681891309291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114287681891309291' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-114218001783591720</id><published>2006-03-12T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:13:37.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I'm really frustrated of what the stupid devil is doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was scolding my elder brother because he is growing too fat. I know it might sounds hilarious. But my mum was concerned that he will get any sickness one day. She was screaming the whole house. Oh ya, recently, my mum is very very health conscious. She hasn't been eating much from the daily food and she trusted that this whatever drink that she is drinking is able to provide for her daily meal and she can slim down. So, she is recommending that to my elder brother.  I know my mum is concerned about his health but it all because they are fearful of dying and that, it will lead them to a sickness like some that appeared on the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda annoyed when my mum was scolding my brother just because she is so so health conscious these days. But of course, I know that the root cause of it is fear! I've been in my church for quite some time and I know that! Fear can really drive people nuts, even it would cause them lots of money. My mum was saying just now, if we have the money, i will want to buy whatever  products that they have. I mean, we want to use money to buy our health. To be frank, I don't really trust those products. They can help in this particular area, but it might stir up something bad from some other area of our body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna talk to her some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in the church long enough to know that my God is a God that heals. Alot of times, people's heart is longing and sourcing out, hoping that there is this place that we can attain healing. We have watched shows.. People can even go to some medium and ask for whatever tailsman, burn and drink it, saying it will heal the sick. I mean, people can trust and believe that, why when I tell them my God can heal them and yet, they don't believe? There is so much miracles that I've heard about in churches, not just in my church. In fact, Singapore has one healing evagelist church. They have miracle service every Saturday. One in tampines and another in woodlands. Alot of times, I share with people about the Good News and yet, they are reluctant to believe. From these, I really see what the devil has done to this world to programmed our mind from God or towards God. In fact, this revelation hit me, whatever bad impression or bad things you think of this place or religion or whatever it is, is the work of the devil that has programmed. Today, you just see for yourself. How many people hated the Christians? Today, the most sensitive things to talk about, are the Christians. We always have this impression, whatever religion also can. Just don't go to church can already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People's heart are hoping for alot of things. About life. about health, about gods.. But when we tell them the truth, they don't believe it. Is it really too good to be true? Argh! I'm kinda going crazy. I know I shouldn't be like that after all, the victory has won and the stupid devil has already been defeated 2000 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, I'll still talk to my mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-114218001783591720?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114218001783591720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114218001783591720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114218001783591720' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-114187106051851997</id><published>2006-03-09T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T10:24:20.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah! finally. I can breathe some fresh air after so many days of hard work. Have been really really very busy with exams and a very important presentation. Thank God it ended yesturday! Phew! The presentation was about the Best Project that I was awarded and I have to present to the Principal and some big shot from A*star(if you know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking a few days back before the presentation that this year, how many presentation I have and almost all, I've smoked through. You see, we didn't have time to finish up my Final Year Project. Its only less than one year man! how much can we do right? We manage to come out with the prototype but for the testing, we only have done a few. So, we didn't get as much information to backup our findings. But somehow, God's grace was so much abounding in my life that I'm able to go for the presentation to our Director's of SP(and was chosen for top 3 position), going into Distinction Panel, getting Gold award for SPINNOVEX exhibition and finally, the top 3 of SP's fyp project and representing SP to present to the public. And was given some cash prices. haha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before the public presentation, I was quite worried about our slides and my speeches but the Lord reminded me that I've already brought to you so far. This is the final presentation before you leave SP. Just trust Him one last time and His grace will still be there! Though I admit that, sometimes I ignore what the Lord told me and just want to trust in my own effort but His grace is still there. My presentation went well even though a few cockup(issit like tt spell? haha) but for some reason, I realised that the Guest-of-Honour came to our booth and I think he only gave us his namecard. He even say I can email him and he will bring us to some industry place that do with our field of work. He also ask us when we going NS and I think he want us to work in those places. I don't think I gave the best presentation but His grace and favour is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all these so called 'bad times' that I've went through, there is so much grace and favour from the Lord and for some some reason, we are so favoured by people around. Was sharing with Victor(which is in NS) that time and he was saying that, he can't imagine himself without a God in His life. How tough will that be without a God to talk to and lean on in times of despair. We know so much that by our own effort, we cannot do it! Its only by His grace and grace alone that we are able to excel. And true enough, I've seen it happen in my life! We really serve a living God man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not about how much I've done but its about how GOOD MY GOD IS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-114187106051851997?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114187106051851997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114187106051851997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114187106051851997' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-114121874243895212</id><published>2006-03-01T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:12:22.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams is finally coming to an end already! its gonna be last paper which is this coming Friday! Hallelujah! Well, exams totally sucks man! Sometimes I seriously don't feeling like touching books anymore and just go out and work.. I think it is so much more fun than seating down and study all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Abel on Sunday and realised so much I've grown and the way I see life. You see, sometimes going church is not just about hallelujah and sing songs. Its also a time when the man of God with God's wisdom and anointing telling you about life. You must not think, God as in just God.. but its the God that created you and I! Definitely when the man of God preach, it definitely is wisdom from God, Himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just talking to Abel about some of the things I want to do for my parents when I am earning money this coming year(yes, its NS). I was telling him that with the little amount of money that I earned from NS right, I want to be a blessing to my parents and call them to go overseas. I sponsor!. Maybe start with something small, going cruise or something. Because I've realised that my parents have been 'slave' to us for almost all their life! They have been working and working all their life just to earn enough money for our studies and they are not enjoying life. I don't see them travel very often just because of the lack of finances and also, everyday working for money for us! I also told him that I'm so disappointed with my elder brother who is a working adult and yet he is still living a hopeless(i know its quite a strong word, but i don't know what word to use) life, not contributing to the family. Abel was sharing that we are not any people out there. We are people who understand what love is all about that's why we are able to think in this way. We love one another because we know how much a God loves us and therefore, extending that love to our love ones and also people around us. Seriously, I didn't think so much about what Abel has said before that. It just came naturally that I want to extend that love to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, going to church is all about knowing a loving Saviour. Its not about coming to know a religion or joining a religion. But rather, its a love relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i said in my MSN nick: Everyone knows Jesus loves them but how many of us really understands that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-114121874243895212?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114121874243895212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/114121874243895212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114121874243895212' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-113967270918335068</id><published>2006-02-11T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:45:11.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright man! God is so so good!! I just cannot stop proclaiming about Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My project is choosen to be the Best Project throughout SP. oh man! Its SOLELY by His grace and nothing else. What can I say man! We screwed up the whole presentation and yet, we are still choosen to be the best? and even the presentation, we smoked through it.. total smoked through!! Surely, when God mark you for favour, what can stop God from blessing you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. exams are coming soon man. its the last time already man.. till then, God's shalom peace with you man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-113967270918335068?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/113967270918335068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/113967270918335068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113967270918335068' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-113596482867634622</id><published>2005-12-31T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T01:47:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just past midnight and we are in New Year's eve now. I just feel like blogging without actually thinking what to write. So, I just write what comes to my mind. hmm... this year has really been a special year. As what alot of people around me emphasis about how much this year has been so special. I seriously also thinks that it also applies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this year started, I told myself that I want to put more of my time to God. Actually during that time, I didn't have much in mind why I do that. I'm sure its the lead by the Holy Spirit and I guess this year has been really a dynamic year for me. I really see myself grow in the Lord so much. My caregroup leader shares something that somehow it speaks to me and tell me that the decision that I've made at the beginning of the year is something good for me. Be it anything you do.. you must always ask yourselve, is your life transformed after that. I begin to know that the only place where lives are transform, people's mind are repented from worldly hope to Godly hope.... are all found in the body of Christ. I really see myself transformed one way or another. You can ask people just last year or so.. when i started singing, people says I don't sing in tune lah, I can't sing. People in Red Cross refrain me from singing! haha. I guess the desire for singing is from the Lord lah. haha. Today, which i really thank God, I'm humbly singing for the Lord in my caregroup(or alot of people know it as cellgrp). I'm not trying to put a feather over my hat or something but I just want you to know about what are some of the small things that God has done in my life and transformed my life. Sometimes, God really has a sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 1: 27 says:&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;em&gt;But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that God has been telling me this year was about trials and tribulations. Maybe it is to establise me for next year(which is tomorrow) when I'm going army. Just share abit of what the Lord has revealed to me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 16:33 says:&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;em&gt;These things I have spoken to you that in me you might have peace. In the world you shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus himself says that in this life, we will definitely face trials and tribulations but don't fear, always stay in His shalom peace and know that Jesus himself has already overcome the world and God's spirit dwells in you. And everytime you face trials, take it as a bread for you to eat and you will grow in the Lord because you go through it with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, there's actually still alot more i can share but i gonna end here man. kinda tired. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed year ahead everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-113596482867634622?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/113596482867634622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/113596482867634622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113596482867634622' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-113310541495618978</id><published>2005-11-27T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:36:24.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeap. Back ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone actually shared with me something, which is so true. Yeap, talk about power. Power in the workforce and become politics, 'power hungry' to put it. I was telling that person, somehow I thank God for people like that and that makes me realise alot of things about life (not exactly life lah but eh? realise alot of stuff lah). Sad to say, that is the so-called reality and world that we are in right now. I think, maybe its a stage that everyone goes through but its just when you realise that having power is not everything. I am also there before, always thinking how to get power. I don't say I have overcome that fully but I thank God, I've realised it and I'm depending on His grace to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of power, people do unnecessary things, people fight, people backstab.. blah blah.. Just one thing, people do stupid things just to get power. I seriously thank God that I came from a good church, a very good church in fact. I've seen life in a very different perspective now. And you know what, I've realise some things. Not trying to think highly of myself or what but rather I know its seriously the favour of God. Ever since I've realised that power is not everything, I've realise that it follows me instead of me pursuing it desperately. I'm given post that sometimes I don't think I'm smart enough to handle it. Maybe I should not say the word 'power' or 'post', maybe 'responsibility' ? :) Yeap, responsibility that is. As I said earlier and I want to emphasis that its really the favour of God, not my capabilities. I thank God that I'm in the world but not of the world. I'm in the kingdom of God where everything will be taken care of. So what if I'm just a small fry in a company or an organisation, that doesn't mean that you are anything lesser than your boss. Yaya, are you sure its for money or power.? There is definitely better things than everyday thinking of how to get to the top of the hierachy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so much so for the responsibilities. No point talking about those stuff all day. Just served just now in nursery and I realise that I've been serving for more than half a year. Wah! Time really flies man and today marks the last day for me to see the usual kids because they have grown and is going to move on to the next department that will teach that age group. Kinda sad though but as Mar said, its ok they are moving on. Didn't take photo today but its ok, I'll take with them when they grew up and attends adult service. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is a routine. Nothing much to be done just that I want to go down to NTU as soon as possible to test out. Its dragging because of one stupid machine that wasn't working that well for the past two to three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Gotta stop here first man. God bless and yea! this thurs got Bible Study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-113310541495618978?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/113310541495618978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/113310541495618978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113310541495618978' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-112933799617241837</id><published>2005-10-15T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:04:12.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought this is interesting so I just put it up here to share with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an e-mail my wife received two years ago. It concerns a missingday in time discovered and related by Harold Hill, President of CurtisEngine Company in Baltimore Maryland, and a consultant in the space program. Mr. H. Hill stated that he thought one of the most amazingthings God has for us today happened to our astronauts and spacescientists at Green Belt, Maryland. They were trying to determine the position of the sun, moon, and planets 100 and 1000 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;In order to do this they had to plot the orbits through past centuries.They ran the computer measurements back and forth over the centuries and suddenly it came to a halt. The computer signaled that there was something wrong either in the information fed into it or with theresults compared with the standards. They called in the computer service department to check it out and found nothing technically wrong.The computer still came up with the same discrepancy.... a day was missing in space and elapsed time. The scientists were dumbfounded.There was no answer.&lt;br /&gt;One of the team remembered a reference to the sun standing still in the Bible. Upon checking, they found in the book of Joshua a pretty "ridiculous" statement for anybody who has "common sense." According to Scripture, Joshua was concerned because he was surrounded by the enemy and if darkness fell, they would overpower him; so Joshua asked the Lord to make the sun stand still: "So the sun stood still in the midst of heaven, and hasted not to go down about a whole day." (Joshua 10:13) There was the missing day!!! They checked the computer going back to the time it was written and found it was close, but not close enough. The elapsed time that was missing in Joshua's day was 23 hours and 20 minutes.... not a whole day. They again read the passage and there it said, "about (approximately) a whole day." This did not account for the other missing 40 minutes. The 40 minutes had to be found because in projecting space orbits, the error would be multiplied over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Again, the man remembered somewhere in the Bible that it said the sunwent backwards. In II Kings, chapter 20, Hezekiah, on his death bed was visited by the prophet Isaiah who told him that he was not going to die. Hezekiah did not believe him and asked for a sign as proof. Isaiah said, "...shall the shadow go forward ten degrees or go back ten degrees?" Hezekiah replied, "It is a light thing for the shadow to go down ten degrees; nay, but let the shadow return backward ten degrees." (II Kings 20:9-10) Ten degrees is exactly 20 minutes. So, to bring the shadow back ten degrees then return the shadow back to it's original position through it's natural motion is 40 minutes!!&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-three hours and twenty minutes for Joshua, plus forty minutes in II Kings makes the missing twenty four hours the scientists had to log in their log book as being the missing day in the universe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-112933799617241837?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/112933799617241837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/112933799617241837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112933799617241837' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-112593845599121793</id><published>2005-09-06T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:40:55.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok now, haven't been blogging really regularly. that's simply because the piles and piles of work that i have in school. doing proposals for camp, rushing final year project, submission of reports, preparing for presentations, preparing children's day programme for nursery, church and on and on.. I also don't know how i did it this few weeks. Exams are also round the corner and I seriously have no idea of what i'm studying now. I have no choice but to depend on His grace!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i've heard so many stories from my friends that have went to Israel. Argh! and the registration is open already and i'm kinda financially challenged. I really want to go those places.. the Jesus' Empty Tomb, Dead Sea where you can float on the sea, Western Wall where Jews believe that its the most holiest place to reach God, Garden of Gethsemane where Jesus prayed to God before He was carried away for judgement, the path that Jesus took to Calvary and so much more interesting places! Actually all of us(Abel and gang) had agreed to go after NS but I just can't wait after hearing so much from Charis.&lt;br /&gt;My guitar is spoiled so i seriously have to get a new one. I think its good also lah so that i can finally change it coz i always wanted a new guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok man. that's all for now. His shalom peace with everyone. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-112593845599121793?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/112593845599121793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/112593845599121793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112593845599121793' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-112334098471558883</id><published>2005-08-06T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T23:22:05.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Majesty( Here I Am) - Delirious?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am humbled by your Majesty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Covered by your grace so free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am, knowing I'm a sinful man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Covered by the blood of the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found the greatest love of all is mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since you laid down your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The greatest sacrifice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Majesty, Majesty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your grace has found me just as I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empty handed, but alive in your hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Majesty, Majesty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever I am changed by your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the presence of your Majesty&lt;br /&gt;Here I am humbled by the love that you give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgiven so that I can forgive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I stand, knowing that I'm your desire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sanctified by glory and fire&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found the greatest love of all is mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since you laid down your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The greatest sacrifice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a anointed song! Now then I realise the anointing of this song and its revelation. Totally awesome! A song that speaks of how great sacrifice my Lord Jesus is because He loves me deeply! How covered and protected I am in His blood that was shed for me and because of all that, I've found the greatest love of all. The greatest love was showed on the cross when He laid down His life and He did the greatest sacrfice because of His love for the world. Nothing of me but everything of Him and because of Him, I'm able to be alive just by depending on His grace. Totally changed by His love, His unconditional love. &lt;em&gt;Forgiven so that I can forgive&lt;/em&gt;. Knowing that you are forgiven by God that's why we can forgive others. Don't know why, this speaks so strongly to me. Not that I have to forgive anybody but its just so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my awesome Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-112334098471558883?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/112334098471558883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/112334098471558883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112334098471558883' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-112325698223591234</id><published>2005-08-05T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:49:42.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from Festival of Praise at Indoor Stadium. Totally cool ! Hillsong and Delirious? worship team ! Delirious is very very GOOD! Preaching is not bad, even though its short. If you are free, go down tomorrow and Sunday evening at 7:30pm. If nothing goes wrong, I'll be there on Sunday. Very rock! for those who loves rock music or whatever. But of course, its not the rock. Its about coming to know Jesus! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-112325698223591234?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/112325698223591234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/112325698223591234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112325698223591234' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-112205096800378118</id><published>2005-07-23T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T10:36:54.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's caregroup is really power man! Another time of life changing time with God. Its really really amazing during the worship and we know that its really God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people always thinks that people that goes to church, go there just to Hallelujah Hallelujah, sing song, listen to boring sermon then go home. I mean, yes we do that but there is definitely something more to that! Every meeting in church, every meet up with church friends is a time of life changing and uplifting in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know for some other people out there but for me. I see church as a place where God can touch me personally, knowing more and more about what God has installed in my life and uplifting of my spirit man. That's why I make it a point myself to go to church every thursday for bible study and sunday service. Not because I have to go but rather is I want to go. One week, seven days but only two days in church. The rest of the days we are out in the world, doing what we are doing either for work or studies. During this five days, we are out in the world facing the reality. Anything can hit you in your spirit that might make you spiritually down. Church also is a place that is very very real. We talk about life and teaches us about our everyday walk. Not just on Sunday but is everyday! That's why I enjoy church so much! Knowing the truth about life and as the bible says, &lt;em&gt;the truth will set you free!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today, when i was in caregroup, I was reminded about the love of Christ. So refreshing and anointed! Knowing that God love me so so much and yet its unconditional. All of us are just touched and we just burst out in tears. The song that stirs up the strong anointed worship just now, &lt;em&gt;It is Your Blood&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Your blood that cleanses me&lt;br /&gt;It's Your blood that gives me life&lt;br /&gt;It's Your blood that took my place&lt;br /&gt;In redeeming sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washes me&lt;br /&gt;Whiter than the snow,&lt;br /&gt;Than the snow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Jesus, God's precious sacrifice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-112205096800378118?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/112205096800378118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/112205096800378118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112205096800378118' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-112024006100149768</id><published>2005-07-02T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T02:00:44.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just got to know this healing minister, Benny Hinn. Some of you might know him. A tremendous and anointed Pastor indeed! I've got to know about him when I was having my lab session on the module, Satellite Communication, which allow us to change to the different satellite and view different channels. We tunned to this channel called, "God Africa". Seriously, how I wish Singapore really have this kind of channels but I know it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you might think that all these are bullshits and fake and stuff. Well, its still up to you to believe. I'm just sharing a good news to you that hey! there is still hope for all of us that is sick and weak. With the cancer shows and NKF shows lining every day, it sure somehow or rather influence us with fears and worries. I'm not saying those are not good, in fact i support them. Its a totally different point altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will go to medium and take 'holy water' to drink and hopefully they can be healed. Why you can believe in those things yet you cannot believe in a God that can heal you without you doing anything.? All you have to do is just to receive. Is it too good to be true? Someone told me that she won't believe until she sees it herself. Well, if you are able to see it, it won't be faith right? Its when you cannot see and yet you are able to believe, then that is faith. Take the step of faith now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, catch his videos on those Miracle Crusades which was shown on the channel every week I guess. It's really amazing how God raise such a great man of God and his ministry. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bennyhinn.org"&gt;www.bennyhinn.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-112024006100149768?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/112024006100149768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/112024006100149768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112024006100149768' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111996414283803855</id><published>2005-06-28T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:11:41.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Initial D is nice even though I think Jay cannot act. But I think its ok lah, its he's first time. haha. I don't know why, I think the show is not that good yet its nice. Maybe its not those typical type of movie that we usually watch on screen. Aiyah, don't know lah. Its still nice. I think the new song sang by Jay is also great. I've been listening to it over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111996414283803855?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111996414283803855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111996414283803855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111996414283803855' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111945067241582353</id><published>2005-06-22T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:34:03.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating basically coz I don't know what to write. hmmm.. I'm just happy with my life that I'm in now.&lt;br /&gt;School has been a little more busy than the usual poly days because of the final year project. Not really hate school but also not fully enjoying school either because of some of the modules that I'm taking and also, some boring lecturers that is in his own world( or is it mine? hmm). How I really wish there is one semester, just one semester, I will like all the modules. Just pray that it will be the next one, which is also the last one. I want to play basketball more often.!&lt;br /&gt;Have been really active in church. Not to miss every mid week service and sunday service. Have been more active in caregroup, which is good. Serving is always so fun and I'm enjoying each and every session. Arh! Still haven't take some pictures when I'm serving. Just knew that one of my lecturer is from my church and her son is serving in a frontline ministry.&lt;br /&gt;Seldom meet up with all the buddies as often coz all have been really busy with school work and of course, someone's gf. haa. Yeap, one among the four of us is attached. Who is next? hmm.. definitely not me :D&lt;br /&gt;My family and relatives are just so great. Love each and every gathering with my relatives and will try my best to join them. I just simply like their company lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really grateful for every little blessings from God. Thank you, Abba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111945067241582353?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111945067241582353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111945067241582353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111945067241582353' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111833226898816860</id><published>2005-06-09T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T00:03:15.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you know that at the end of the day, you are gonna be a success in life, everything that seems to be bad now seems just fine. Not that I'm going through any trial or what but its just that even in our bad times or moments that we think that we are losers, we still can comfort ourselves that whatever that is happening now is temporal and God will still make it good eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like reading a book. While reading halfway, you just wanna know how the author is gonna end the story. When you know that the story has a happy ending, you know that everything that you are reading now is temporal and it will eventually turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've got this small revelation from the chinese series at 7pm when the male actor, which is a simple minded person, was told that the girl that he likes will not like him. He actually &lt;strong&gt;truly believe&lt;/strong&gt; in a dream that he dreamt that he will be marrying the girl. The other guy ask him that even if she's attached will you still continue to like her? Even when she's married? He just says that he will still like her even though all that happens and believe that the girl will be he's eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really comforting because everytime i see the people around me and they are insecure about their future. They don't know who and what holds their future. But I know my God holds mine. He will take care of me. Giving me a beautiful wife(haha), prosper me in all ways be it money or family, keep me in health, have favour with everybody and on and on... Seriously, I truly believe in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you don't believe? Look at me 5 to 10 years down the road from now. Glory to God and not to me because I know my God will do it for me. Shalom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111833226898816860?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111833226898816860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111833226898816860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111833226898816860' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111642705703477162</id><published>2005-05-18T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:40:08.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeap! Back.. Nothing much to talk about actually. Just wanna say thanks to all that smsed or tried to call! Really feel loved by all my friends. Who needs a gf when there are so many great friends? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111642705703477162?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111642705703477162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111642705703477162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111642705703477162' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111616835182325619</id><published>2005-05-15T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:45:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arh! Well, this year's NDP, i'm not doing VVIP sector. argh. i feel unmotivated. This year, is the NYP's ambassadorial team taking the VVIP sector. haiya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i going KL tomorrow and will be back on tues night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111616835182325619?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111616835182325619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111616835182325619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111616835182325619' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111487401684339998</id><published>2005-04-30T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T10:12:57.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dr Wee, a great man, a great leader. Was watching some shows that talks about the days when he was leading the country. Though I don't really know him that well, i still think that this man is someone that worth my respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why he is given the name, 'people's president', probably because of a few things and I think we as individual should learn from him. He is a very humble man. Even though he as the status of the President, he don't want the people to feel that there is authority in his prescence. What a boss right? How many boss do you see have this kind of attitude towards their people? That can even apply to our everyday life. Even though you have a degree, will you look down at a garang guni man? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Loving kindness and showing care and concern. I think this is the main reason why he was given that name. Always showing care wherever he visits and always feel for the people. I mean, he is really something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his funeral, so many people came over to visit him and they have their own story of how the president had touched their life or even impacted their life. Was thinking, have i actually impacted someone's life.? When you finally leave this world one day, are your friends gonna be crying badly for you or they just think, " oh, he is just another unimportant friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111487401684339998?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111487401684339998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111487401684339998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111487401684339998' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111435797664144040</id><published>2005-04-24T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T23:58:18.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went to Orchard for awhile. While I was walking along Orchard to a bus stop, I heard someone playing drums in front. So, I thought there is a band performing or something. But actually, its a young boy. He is 6 years old actually. There is this note that says something like that, " Hi, I'm Ethan Ong( the youngest busker in S'pore) and I'm 6 years old. I started playing the drums when I was 2 years old." and I think there are somemore things but i forgot. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that's something interesting. The performance is nothing but he's drum, him and his father. Oh ya, and also a speaker or maybe its a radio. But what attracts me is the speaker actually audio out the christian song and he will just 'drum' along. He played praise songs. Though he didn't played very well or like some professional, but I still like his performance. The fact that he uses Christian song, the fact that he got the courage to do that at his age and of course, other factors. I gave my last two dollars to him actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually recalled once about my friend who is a guitarist. We were walking along Orchard Road and there is this band that was playing for charity. The guitarist is ok lah, I should say.. but my friend just say, " wah lau, guitar play until so lousy also want people to donate." I don't know for you. But I was turned off by that statement. I mean, the main thing is about the charity right? You are not going to give charity because of that lousy guitarist? I think this kind of people is really shallow and thinks that they are high and mighty up don't know where in the sky. Are you not gonna call the 1900 line when the mediacorp Stars didn't performed up to expectations? This kind of performance is to attract people's attention and of course, encourage people to do charity and not the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this thing doesn't link with the busker thingy but I just wanna bitch about some people. Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111435797664144040?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111435797664144040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111435797664144040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111435797664144040' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111358770237899624</id><published>2005-04-16T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T01:55:02.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are over! Thank God! Two weeks of exams takes like forever but anyway, i'm out of it now so just enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a good plug-in acoustic guitar! I don't mind electric. Anyone sponsor? hee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111358770237899624?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111358770237899624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111358770237899624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111358770237899624' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111324763809234553</id><published>2005-04-12T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T11:57:40.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching the charity show last night and it came across this pitiful old lady which of course have a kidney failure. They interviewed her and she was crying and says that the deepest pain is not that she is having the illness but rather is her children that leave her alone. Not even giving her any money for even the basic needs in her daily life and they don't visit her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cannot understand why there are people like this! Sometimes it really stirs up my anger. How can someone do that to their own parents and have they thought that their own children will do that to them one day? My goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111324763809234553?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111324763809234553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111324763809234553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111324763809234553' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111254626551657542</id><published>2005-04-04T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:40:20.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you believe in our lost is Heaven's gain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111254626551657542?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111254626551657542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111254626551657542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111254626551657542' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111237902747796844</id><published>2005-04-02T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T11:07:40.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hechosethenails.net/#null"&gt;http://www.hechosethenails.net/#null&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chose the nails for you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111237902747796844?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111237902747796844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111237902747796844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111237902747796844' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111166884299612032</id><published>2005-03-24T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T20:54:02.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeap. I'm still in school this very moment even though tomorrow is a holiday. Sometimes I hope that that the labs closes early because that will give me an excuse to go home early. haa.&lt;br /&gt;Have been real busy this whole week. I can say that everyday is a dread, going home at 8 or 9pm from school. Even after I've reach home, still trying to rush those projects. Well, I'm going to hand up one project report in a while time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for long weekends. I can finally rest for awhile before I gear myself up for the examinations that is coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111166884299612032?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111166884299612032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111166884299612032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111166884299612032' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111140866917993984</id><published>2005-03-21T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:43:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really sick of this world, this blinded world. Even Christians ourselves are blinded by the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people always think that he is a jinx but actually he is not. Before the status, jinx, was given to him, he is always seen to be perfectly ok. Just that he might be abit clumsy with his actions and because of that people think that he is 'sway'. People think that he is lousy. Actually is not alot of people, it's just this 2-3 person. One influence another and you know what? the most influencial person is actually a Christian. He finds pleasure in making fun of people, makes people think that they are lousy.His lips are as sharp as the devil's horn. He is actually a nice person but he always love to boast about himself and thinks that he is good and others are losers. He don't blame the non-Christians because he knows that they are just blinded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people don't see that he is 'not sway' when he found a seat at a crowded foodcentre in East Coast. The people don't say that he is blessed when he treat them a drink. The people don't see that he is 'not sway' when he is the only one that has booked a computer. The people don't see that he is 'not sway' when he gets the highest mark among the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be hang out with people that loves to make fun of you? Certainly not right!? But why is he still hangs around with them? Good question. I think he himself also don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also reflects the world without God. They will question about God when bad things happen but they won't question about God when they see good things happen.&lt;br /&gt;When people saw Christians getting sickness, they will think where is your God? But what about those people that was healed.&lt;br /&gt;When people saw Christians starts to go church more often than before, they thinks that they must have done something really wrong. That's why they want to go church to ask for forgiveness. Why can't they think that because we know how much God loves us and we love Him, that's why we want to go to church more to know more about God and know what God can give us. And by the way, our sins are forgiven two thousand years ago by Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this actually goes down to what you believe and say. If you believe and always says that this person will bring you 'bad luck', then you will experience it. If you believe and says that you will be blessed, you will be blessed. If you believe and says that you will be 'sway', then you will be 'sway'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit" - Proverbs 18:21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111140866917993984?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111140866917993984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111140866917993984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111140866917993984' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111133279629618286</id><published>2005-03-20T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:33:16.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeap. Served today. Nothing big woo har happened actually. I'm rather quiet when i come to serving which is so not the usual me. haa. Will try my best to open up more. I guess i'm still in the stage of learning and I'm quietly observing all the different teacher's style of handling the Champions (we call the kids, Champions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see the kids praying. The moment when they close their eyes(and they love to close real tight), putting their hands in front of them and crossing their fingers into the opposite hands, saying a very easy prayer yet powerful one. It's a very lovely sight. I will take pictures of it and you will know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, a great whole day in church. Tomorrow gonna be kicking the projects again. I call it bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111133279629618286?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111133279629618286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111133279629618286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111133279629618286' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-111124627753396436</id><published>2005-03-19T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:31:17.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. i know i haven't been updating. Have been really busy with school projects. I've got my very regular eye bags to haunt me this few weeks. You might not realise it because of my specs. I hate this time of the school term. It's always the end of the school semester that projects starts to haunt you like mad, with the constant stress that exams are round the corner. Especially this semester, i just hate it. How i wish this semester ends tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is sunday and i'm always looking forward to it. If you all realise, I got a change in priorities now. Putting church, family and my close friends in my top priority. I've seen so much this few years that I finally know that in God's house, it is the best place. I'm kinda sick of some things that i have such a strong passion for. I know I'm not capable of some things but i always want to do and everytime i fail, it just reflect that i'm lousy, i'm not capable, i'm not  good at it. It keeps me pondering why am i there to see that each time i do it, i cannot do it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I go to a place where I know that no people will judge me for who i am. A place that I'm always reminded that I'm a champion and not a loser. A place that I'm always reminded about God and I'm spiritually boosted rather than spiritually crushed. A place where people are so gracious and loving. You might think that i am just trying to avoid from the real world, but you know what? I'm not going to care. I'm avoiding for a good reason. Maybe i'm not called to be there. If i'm called to go to this place, I will go for it because God knows my potential and God will put me at a place where my potential will be maximise to the fullest. I've seen so many people experiencing that and it is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serving tomorrow so I've got to catch some sleep first man. God bless peepz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-111124627753396436?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111124627753396436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/111124627753396436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111124627753396436' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110968915209865050</id><published>2005-03-01T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T22:59:12.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging because of my com. yeap, i just finish caregroup and I'm using someone's pc. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Sunday was the first day i served. I love that place. There is so much joy and fun being a Sunday school teacher. haha.. Well update more when my pc is up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-110968915209865050?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110968915209865050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110968915209865050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110968915209865050' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110877646599522941</id><published>2005-02-19T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:27:45.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I so hate people that are boastful about himself! He always thinks he is good in music but he just suck in it. Not that I'm in a good position to say him, because I ain't that good either. So what if you plays better than I do? I just don't give a damn. After all, we don't have to play good music to serve God. So what if you plays for your church and I don't? So what you always think that I'm a loser and you are not. Laughing at people every single small mistakes. I wonder what your church teaches you? Got once when I feel abit too boastful and said something that is not meant to say, I feel bad and I wonder why you don't feel the same way when you said the same things. When you are playing for your church, I wonder are you thinking of serving the Lord or you are thinking of people worshipping you?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really don't have the heart and love for people like this. But sometimes I think, just forgive him lah. After all, God forgives our sin and love us. What's this compare the price Jesus paid to forgive us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let him who boasts, boasts in the Lord." - 1 Corinthians 1:31&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-110877646599522941?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110877646599522941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110877646599522941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110877646599522941' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110788611860857799</id><published>2005-02-09T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T02:08:38.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I'm not really happy though. This year's new year is so different. I have to stay at home during the first two day because of some rules about my grandmother passing away around this time. It's somehow good also, because I've got test next week. SP is so smart ya? Make this week the vacation break and next week the test week. Yeap, I'm actually studying now and for tomorrow and day after. That's so crap. I'm so looking forward to this sunday's service. Don't know why. Actually I always look forward to sundays. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is a year of abundant favour. More and more favour man. I really need that, now that this year, I'm going into my final year. arh, that's so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, you give me wisdom as I study. You will guide me and give me increasing strength now that I'm in the Chinese New Year season when everyone is enjoying and I have to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-110788611860857799?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110788611860857799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110788611860857799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110788611860857799' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110666887198147533</id><published>2005-01-26T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T18:33:04.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some interesting facts about the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usc.edu/dept/LAS/wsrp/educational_site/dead_sea_scrolls/"&gt;http://www.usc.edu/dept/LAS/wsrp/educational_site/dead_sea_scrolls/&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/6657551-110666887198147533?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110666887198147533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110666887198147533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110666887198147533' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110649808859440387</id><published>2005-01-23T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:40:27.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks peepz once again for all the concern. I'm feeling alot better now.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at those pictures that they took that day over at the funeral. I still feel sad though. The lost of love ones is something that words can't describe. Even as I recalled what I saw in that 'box', I will still burst into tears. Especially the last day when it was about to be buried. All of us took our last look and the feeling was terrible. I just can't take the scene off my head and I guess it will remain as a painful memory.&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother is a devoted buddhist. But the funeral was not done in a 'buddhist way'. It was more of a taoist. Even before I was saved, I realise that there is overlapping of buddhist and taoist. I can be going to buddhist temple praying to buddha and yet, I can be going to temple that worship some 'gods'. Is there a difference between this two religion or it doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;Before I was saved, I believe in those 'gods'. Every time we pray for blessings, money, health and alot more. But how many of us actually receive the blessings? How many elderlys have heavily followed the chinese custom with all the Dos and Donts have receive health and blessings? We don't but we still continue to put our faith in them. That's something that I must salute ourselves. That's the kind of faith that some of the christians lack of. If only we have those kind of faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral, there are a few priests that was doing some ceremony like two to three times a day and we have to walk and walk around the alter. My mother wants me to participate in it but I insisted not to. You can see that the priest is doing it as a ritual, doing it for the sake of doing it. I'm sorry if I offended anyone.&lt;br /&gt;When I was at the funeral, fear struck me. When is it gonna be my turn? Even someone like me, which is turning 20 this year will thought of that, how much more my parents, my uncles and aunties. Sometimes, my parents will tell me some of things that they have went through during their younger days. Thinking that I'm gonna tell my kids the same thing next time, makes me fearful. I'm gonna grow old like them. It is a cycle. All this fearful thoughts just struck me when I'm there. Are man meant to live life like this? Born, teenage days, working days, get married, have kids, get old, have a illness, wait to die and eventually, die.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought of that, the devil has actually succeeded. That is the thing that he wants us to think, want us to be fearful of. Like the tsunami, SARS and the increasing diseases that was release this few years that shocked the world. The devil is not just targetting on the thousands that was killed but rather, he is aiming at millions and millions throughout the world. Gribbing our fearfullness and making us feel stressed. When is the next 'SARS' gonna come out? I'm living in the coastal area, am I going to get hit the next time? All this thoughts just comes to us. If you can ask the medical professionals, they will tell you that stress can lead to lots of illnessess and sicknessess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I thanked God that I've got to know Him. I've realised the importance of salvation from this. You will feel insecure when you don't know where you are going after death and don't know when you are gonna have a sickness. Death and sickness is definitely not from God. Alot of churches around the world, that believes in healing, have testimonies of people get healed from all sorts of sickness. Churches in Singapore experience that too. The devil is deinitely behind that. It will be stupid for God to give sickness and heal you after that right.? You might be asking, why are there still so many people with all sorts of sickness. Ask them, do they believe that God is a healer? Do they really knows about our God and seek Him? There are so many books in the bible that talks about healing, longevity and life that He give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed Him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed. - Isiah 53; 4-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Spirit and with power, who went about doing good and healing all who were oppressed by the devil, for God was with Him. - Acts 10:38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For by me your days will be multiplied, and years of life will be added to you. - Proverbs 9:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We not only want to add days to our life but we also want God to add life to our days. People might think that they are going to die because they have illness. You still have hope in our God and He wants to heal you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-110649808859440387?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110649808859440387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110649808859440387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110649808859440387' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110606314415062305</id><published>2005-01-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:47:39.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks peepz. It just takes time for everything to settle down. Our feelings and of course, our heart. I know that my family needs me and I'm trying every bit to do my part as a member of the family. I hope they are too. I'll talk about some of things that I've thought over this few days probably the next post when I'm more settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God give me strength.&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/6657551-110606314415062305?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110606314415062305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110606314415062305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110606314415062305' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110563033961885603</id><published>2005-01-13T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:32:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm inspired by this blog. It adds on to the sorrow feeling that my grandma is gone. Yeap. She's gone this morning. I'm going to malaysia on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dyingis.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.dyingis.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6657551-110563033961885603?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110563033961885603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110563033961885603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110563033961885603' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110448309210069045</id><published>2004-12-31T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T16:51:32.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not the usual Red Cross house that I can loiter around whenever I feel like, treating it as my house. I was overwhelmed by the amount of people that came to the house, providing what they can during times like these. The usual one receptionist has increased to effectively deal with the public, the volunteer's loudge was changed into a small finance department, volunteer division has became more noisier, even busier and more people than before. Volunteers are not just the usual gang that I've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there for quite some time and I saw a different side of Singaporean. Being a blessed nation, I'm glad that we are not as self-centred as before. I see people donating and giving generously. You will be surprised by the amount that was given by them and no wonder we are able to hit more than a million just by one day. The best thing is that, we don't have to advertise much and plead the public to call numbers to donate. They just come, thinking that they should help. Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's New Year's eve is a different feeling. I don't feel the excitment like before. Maybe I've grown up or maybe it's because I've got to go to school. haha. I'm going out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-110448309210069045?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110448309210069045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110448309210069045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110448309210069045' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110415294565350029</id><published>2004-12-27T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T21:09:05.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm shocked by the news of the terrible tidal wave that strike many places which includes Phuket, Potong beach. That was the very place that I went just a month ago. The place is beautiful but now it's all covered. I really can't image that those scenery and rural shots that I took are not in place now. It's in fact destroyed totally. The beach filled with Caucasians, the stalls by the roadside, the long stretch of shops, the painters, the carefree people.. they are all gone. It's a pity that such a beautiful place is gone just within seconds and not to forget the friendly people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend and his village in India was hitted by the wave terribly. Even though his family members are here in Singapore, his friends and relatives are over there. I will never understand the pain that he is going through now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that my relatives are back from Penang. They were all at Penang just last week. Oh my goodness.&lt;br /&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/6657551-110415294565350029?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110415294565350029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110415294565350029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110415294565350029' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110407828097401490</id><published>2004-12-26T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T00:28:11.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blessed Christmas everyone! I know it's kinda late but we are still in the mood.! I'm so sick of thinking that I've to be in school tomorrow. All of us are just into the mood of Christmas and after a few days, we are going into a new year. What a screw up system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at a bbq on the eve of Christmas and had my countdown there itself. Was with a butch of great people even though they are a little loud at times. I guess we all enjoyed each other's company. Stayed overnight there and thanks to me, we played basketball the next day morning. haha. I was just giving a casual suggestion and we really played. It's still fun even though my body is aching now. Immediately after that, i was down to my aunt's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned down an offer to drink when I was there and one of my cousin tried to helped me saying that I can't drink because i'm a Christian. It's a wrong concept. It's not because of that but rather I don't really like to drink so that's why I turned it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what the world thinks about Christianity and I believe some churches preaches that too. The world always thinks that religion is all about doing good. If you do good, you are blessed. If you don't, you are doomed. In the first place, Christianity is not a religion. It's a relationship with God. They think that Christianity is also a religion that we have to do good, living a holy life and on and on. Of course, I'm not against that but normal people like you and me still sin. In addition to that, I believe we will even fall deeper when we are trying to be holy. I don't want to drink not because I can't drink but it's because I don't want to drink. Knowing that God loves you, you will do good miraculously.&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/6657551-110407828097401490?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110407828097401490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110407828097401490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110407828097401490' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110373415720658891</id><published>2004-12-23T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:49:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year's Christmas is definitely one of the few that is not to be forgotten. The atmosphere of Christmas is filled almost the whole of Orchard Road. Everywhere you go to, there will be stages for performance, lightings, Salvation Army etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down at Orchard Park just now. My church was performing and I must say that it's really great! I'm not saying great because I'm from that church. But I say it because I really enjoyed it. The emcee is very spontaneous and enthusiastic. He knows how to build rapport with crowd. The performance is definitely great. Pastor Lawrence is damn funny. Jamie Yeo and Glenn Ong was there too. The short Praise and Worship was great. Well, I'll be down tomorrow again. So catch me there. By the way, it starts at 7:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget bringing people to Christ. Letting them know how much God loves them in this season of love and giving. I hope the performance had also impacted people and let the public know more about our faithful God and of course, Jesus.&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/6657551-110373415720658891?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110373415720658891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110373415720658891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110373415720658891' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110355839757096575</id><published>2004-12-20T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:02:24.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Celebrate Christmas in Orchard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you guys don't know. Last night, Orchard Road was closed due to performance along that road. My church was the main helper for this event and I've served. I must say that it's really enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving out of the abundance of love is just so great. Some events that I've went, people are doing what they are suppose to do because they have to. Therefore, sometimes it just lead to lack of motivation, lack of that committment to serve and complain when more workload is given. At last night's event, I'm really touched by the people serving, the people that organised, the people that performed, people that helped and more. They just put in the their best effort to make the whole event a success and definitely to glorify Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is definitely the sole reason for this season. He was born to this world to die. You always hear people saying that CHRISTmas is all about giving and you see everyone shopping like mad and giving presents like mad. Jesus was born onto this world as a perfect gift to the world so that we can have eternal life.&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/6657551-110355839757096575?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110355839757096575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110355839757096575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110355839757096575' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110218173202066508</id><published>2004-12-05T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T01:36:31.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man.! I was looking at the skies of Singapore and I really miss the cruise. The stars in the big ocean is shinner and more than what we can see tonight. Well, we actually had a small session of stars viewing at about 12 midnight. We are told how to differentiate the satelites, the stars and planets. Now i really know how to appreciate the stars in the skies and I think that they are really beautiful. How I wish my camera is good enough to take down the pictures of the stars there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys might be thinking of why am i so crazy about the cruise. Its definitely the few memorable camps that I've went. How many of you actually had a camp on a ship.? No right? But of course, its not just that. Its the people I met, the programs that was laid, the beautiful views, the things I've learnt, the deliciousl tim sum every morning and every meal we ate is free, the star gazing, the workshops, the disco night, the gala dinner, the small cabin, the Phuket trip and etc etc. Everything is just so nice that I don't want to come back to reality. Everything there is so calm and steady and relax, no stress. You know, the moment I step into Singapore, our pace changes. Our mind reset. Its kinda suck but I know that everything that has a beginning, has an end. haa. I know its from a movie but its really true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp has ended, but the spirit is still going strong. It is also a start to put into action on what I've learn and realised.&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/6657551-110218173202066508?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110218173202066508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110218173202066508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110218173202066508' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110207674178013409</id><published>2004-12-03T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T20:36:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The camp on cruise was fun.! I think its the most unique and special camp i've been. I've really learn something out of this camp. I get to know myself better. Sometimes I don't know why some people is coming for this camp. by the way, its a leadership camp. They keep complaining on those workshops. I mean? we are here for leadership camp right? I know that we should have fun at the same time, but the primary reason why we are on the cruise itself is to learn something out of it. I think four days is too short still. But well, I don't really care. As long as I've learn something.&lt;br /&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/6657551-110207674178013409?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110207674178013409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110207674178013409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110207674178013409' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110156684064347871</id><published>2004-11-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T22:47:20.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was watching the news just now and i think i regret not going for Jay Chou's concert. Should have just go for it. arh! anyway.. see you guys when i return on wed. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-110156684064347871?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110156684064347871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110156684064347871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110156684064347871' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110139578668008542</id><published>2004-11-25T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:16:26.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Havent really been updating. Kinda busy with attachment and a camp. hmm.. i got back my results and i think it is satisfactory for me. A few As though but I'm disappointed that I didn't get a distinction for Maths. Nevertheless, I still thank God for the results. It could have been worst without His grace. I'm really looking forward to the cruise trip to Thailand which is this coming sunday and of course, church camp! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-110139578668008542?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110139578668008542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110139578668008542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110139578668008542' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-110017419638501051</id><published>2004-11-11T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T19:56:36.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm... well.. attachment is rather tiring. Never gonna call me out after my work because I will be really smelly, sweaty and dusty. yeap, dusty. It's good and bad i should say. My work is full of hands on rather than in the office. In the office might just make me feel sleepy the whole day. well, only three days of work and we hit with a public holiday. next week, there is one too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda looking forward to taking my exam results. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-110017419638501051?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110017419638501051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/110017419638501051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110017419638501051' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109978990075474732</id><published>2004-11-07T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T09:11:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are finally over for me. Its a relieve but my heart continues to carry a heavy burden. I don't know what is it exactly but i'm just feeling that way. Probably its the camps that is coming up, maybe its the attachment or even maybe its some things that i don't feel like going. I seriously don't know. Nevertheless, I still want to enjoy this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda hook to X-Japan's songs. Some of the songs are really depressing i must say but they are still one great band that can capture people's heart with their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-109978990075474732?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109978990075474732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109978990075474732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109978990075474732' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109950684571585071</id><published>2004-11-04T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T02:35:00.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much has been done recently other than studies. Its gonna end this friday. Hmm.. I'm excited for quite a number of stuff. First of all, its my attachment which gonna start this coming Monday. I'm hoping that I'm able to go for HM5 or the cruise trip. I'm serving for this event that is coming up in Orchard which I think is called "Christmas @ Orchard". Think its gonna be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-109950684571585071?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109950684571585071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109950684571585071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109950684571585071' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109863265199007505</id><published>2004-10-24T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:47:21.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You will never realise this person or this particular thing is important to you until you missed it or thankfully, you almost missed it. At times, I just take it for granted for the things around me. Sometimes, I take it for granted that God gave me a wonderful family, wonderful cousins, a bunch of good friends or even your precious things like, mayb bag or watches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was admitted to hospital just last week and she was there for almost a week. I really take it for granted for how much she contributed to this family. She was in the hospital and I volunteered myself to do the housework.. Wash the dishes, iron the clothes, hang up the clothes after I've washed them and on. I can really say that its time consuming and tough work. When you wake up in the morning, all you think about is to hurry up finish the laundry. Yeap, I should be preparing for my exams and it still sucks that the school actually ended this semester rather late. There's totally not much time for studies and I still have to finish the housework. Even though my brothers take it for granted that I will do it, I still do it. I think it's the love for this house that keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason that my mum was admitted to hospital really bond the family together. When she is at the hospital, brother will call me up and ask whether I'm going down to pay her a visit. It truly shows how much our mum really means to us. Now, the hardly seen brother will stay at home when he has the time. I'm glad for that.&lt;br /&gt;Praying for wisdom as I study. Amen.&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/6657551-109863265199007505?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109863265199007505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109863265199007505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109863265199007505' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109801121461953883</id><published>2004-10-17T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T19:08:34.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you believe God exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists." "Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving a God who would allow all of these things." The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist." "How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!" "No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside. "Ah, but barbers DO exist! " answered the barber. " What happens, is,people do not come to me. " "Exactly!"- affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-109801121461953883?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109801121461953883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109801121461953883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109801121461953883' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109783850398732899</id><published>2004-10-15T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T19:11:07.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh. I'm kind irritated by what had just happened. Just received my posting for attachment and I was praying so hard that it will be the next time round. That sadly means that my dreams to go hong kong and cruise is all over. My club advisor actually nominated me for an exchange programme to hong kong and also a leadership camp which is on Super Star Virgo to Thailand. Cool right.? I was so damn excited for both but I have to say goodbye. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-109783850398732899?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109783850398732899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109783850398732899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109783850398732899' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109707626474949568</id><published>2004-10-06T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T00:02:08.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you wonder.. is a friend of your's really a friend of your's? I always thought that friends are people that will help you in times of need. I always thought that they are the morale and spirit booster when you really needed one. I always thought that friends are people that we can share problems with. But NO!. I experienced a total different thing. What's a friend when he always laugh at you when you are struggling. What's a friend when he always takes you as a laughing stock. What's a friend when he always thinks that he is better than you. I almost loose my cool when he got onto my nerves just now. But thank God, I didn't. I think that friends are really the ones that helped you out when you are really struggling. They will laugh and play with you like crazy but of coz, be sensititve to some of the things you say. I'm really sensitive when it comes to that. It can be rather hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of the few days that I'm really spiritually down. Everything went wrong but I still thank God for the coffee club session though I'm still in bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-109707626474949568?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109707626474949568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109707626474949568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109707626474949568' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109699202544982908</id><published>2004-10-05T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T00:00:25.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Projects due next week. Presentation next week. Exams in two weeks. Attachment in three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna depend so much on His grace. God, you give me strength and favour.&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/6657551-109699202544982908?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109699202544982908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109699202544982908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109699202544982908' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109682070339321273</id><published>2004-10-03T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T00:25:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was at SP's Dinner and Dance just last night. Flying Dutchman is really a cool, humorous and friendly guy. He was the MC for the event and I've got to talk to him for a short while. hmm.. PM Lee is really tall guy. I think the rest of the world might be thinking how come Singapore's leader are so tall. Bodyguard is quite a cool job. Was talking to some of them and they are really mature people. Swissotel's food is simply delicious. Even their packet food is displayed in high class way and i think it's the best packed food I've eaten. So much so for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going HM5! God, you provide the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6657551-109682070339321273?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109682070339321273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109682070339321273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109682070339321273' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109569373745095296</id><published>2004-09-20T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T23:22:17.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really think that people that doesn't take studies seriously are 'uncool'. It's definitely uncool. I see some of the people around me and I'm really sad for them and sad for their parents. We've come so far in our education and they just don't take it seriously and their parents are paying hundreds of dollars for it. What have nowadays kids know about appreciation.? Appreciate how much their parents have done for them and just making them happy with your results. I know that we can honour them in some other ways but in general, they will be very pleased to have a child which at least makes an effort in his/her studies. I didn't say that we have to produce damn good results. All we need is by putting effort in studying, that's simply all. I have friend that just walk out of the exam hall simply having that attitude of "I don't know how to do, and I'm not going to put in anymore effort into this". I mean, what is this.? I know it doesn't concern me but I just don't like that attitude. People at my age or around my age, should start to be wise and know how to think. But yet, we still have these kind of people who doesn't care about their life, about their future. I'm not saying that without a degree or diploma, you can't be successful in life but rather they are going to be carrying that attitude with them! After all, it's just their life that they are living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-109569373745095296?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109569373745095296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109569373745095296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109569373745095296' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109543873804466143</id><published>2004-09-18T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T08:34:14.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The very moment that you picked up the phone, it just brings me back to the times when we are really close. The similar voice, the similiar laughter. I started with a short greeting and you replied with a gentle "thank you" that makes me feel appreciated. Though the session was short, it is a beautiful one. We manage to catch up with each other a little.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not suppose to be in Heeren but I'm there. I'm suppose to be somewhere but I'm there instead. I don't expect to see you on this special day of your's but you are there. Sometimes, I have this weird thought that God plays prank on me. haa, stupid. I don't know, you somehow ruin my day by seeing you so sad, again. I recalled a year ago, you are feeling the same way still. How depressing can that be. I messaged you and i hope to know the answer why but I didn't get an answer. Sometimes I wonder why am I still having those feelings. I still cares for you and I seems to be enjoying it. I guess I just want to be someone who is always there for you when needed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-109543873804466143?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109543873804466143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109543873804466143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109543873804466143' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109525932704436285</id><published>2004-09-15T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T22:42:07.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's paper is a disappointment I would say. Gave 5 marks away without much attempt and was wasting lots of time on some stupid questions. Gonna pull my socks for this particular module. Pray that it will turn out well. Anyway, having a day break from all the studies. Have been mugging since last week and Friday is my last paper. This paper shouldn't be of much of a problem I guess. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-109525932704436285?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109525932704436285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109525932704436285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109525932704436285' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109517811160821469</id><published>2004-09-15T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T00:08:31.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How many of you heard that people are born with two genders? haa. Well, had just heard my friend talking about her friend who is born with that. It's kinda scary and gross to hear about that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still mugging!&lt;br /&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/6657551-109517811160821469?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109517811160821469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109517811160821469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109517811160821469' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109474558069994076</id><published>2004-09-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T23:59:40.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have become a really chao mugger. Today has really achieve something. Well, I studied at Macs from 2+ till now. haa. Somehow I prefer Macs to library. Yeap, I agree that library can be really quiet but sometimes it's not so quiet as you think it is. The moment when someone created a noise, you will just look at him/her with that frown face, 'that look'. But Macs is different. I will get prepare to get noisy there and you will just be okay with whatever is happening around you. Furthermore, you will get to see different people around. Couples, family eating, childrens running around, office workers chilling out or discussing about plans etc etc. Compare to the library where you will just see four walls, it's definitely more interesting. Sometimes when you are studying with friends, you will end up chit-chatting with them and you are digressed. I was all alone today and it has been really a fruitful one. I can totally concentrate and get really engrossed at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wondering why can't I study at home? hmm.. you can see for yourselve that I'm here. The moment I'm at home, I can't leave my butt off the computer. haa. That's the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good.!&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/6657551-109474558069994076?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109474558069994076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109474558069994076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109474558069994076' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109457580554235262</id><published>2004-09-08T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T00:50:05.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, give me wisdom in my studies.&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/6657551-109457580554235262?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109457580554235262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109457580554235262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109457580554235262' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109413799419813892</id><published>2004-09-02T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T23:13:14.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How many of you believe in platonic friendship? hm... i used to think that that will not happen. But as I grow up, I'm starting to accept the idea of it and in fact, i think that that can be sweet  even though it's not a Boy-Girl Relationship( BGR).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking at some friend's blog and they shared about their great times with some of their great buddy which turn out to be the opposite sex. No doubt that I have lots of gal friends and friends around but they are not really that close to me. Sometimes, you will want to know about girl's feelings towards certain things and this friend of your's might be of good help. Watching a romance show. haa. I think it's rather weird to watch shows like notebook, 50 first date etc etc with a guy or a bunch of guys. haha. Some shows are meant to watch with girls, don't they? haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platonic friendship? agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-109413799419813892?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109413799419813892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109413799419813892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109413799419813892' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109374704892167141</id><published>2004-08-29T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T10:41:06.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's totally beautiful to talk about our childhood. Last night, I was with my cousins and we started chit-chatting about some of the mysterious things of this world, some supernatural things one can experience. My uncle shared that when he was a student, he is able to dream of exams questions. He also had this talent of remembering the paragraph and pages when someone ask him on some books that he read. That's kinda cool actually and can you image, we are actually using 3% of our brain. That was proven by some scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after that, our childhood memories started to strike us and we was laughing and complaining about some of the stuff we did during our childhood. haa. That's so nice. We talk about some of the stupid games that we played and actually those games are created by us. My uncle was telling us about the generation change. How their generation use to come out with their own games compared to nowaday's kids. yup, i agree. Comparing my generation and the younger ones these days, we played different stuff. My sec two cousin told us that half of their memories that is with my generation, are the memorable ones. Mine is equally memorable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending almost all my life, my childhood with these bunch of great cousins, is definitely the greatest blessings. I really treasure this relationship with them and definitely I hope that when we grew up, we still can be stay in close contacts because I think not all people have such great relationship with their cousins and to have this special relationship for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-109374704892167141?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109374704892167141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109374704892167141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109374704892167141' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109352682923946662</id><published>2004-08-26T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T21:30:56.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I am totally turned off about the kiasu Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going down Orchard during the peak hour, around 6pm. I was standing around the door and when we are approaching the Orchard station, you can feel the squeezing force from behind and people are starting to say "Excuse, excuse" in a rude way. I mean.? For goodness sake, it's Orchard and definitely alot of people is getting down. You just have to wait for the door to get open and i bet majority of them will get down the train. I'm sorry to say this but it's always the Aunties that are the ones that are kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes to the bus too. Times when you are sitting at the outer seat and the guy sitting next to you wants to go down the bus. The bus-stop happens to be the one that you too will alight and this guy is rushing the way out to the doorway. As what my friend told me, it's tempting to tell them off saying you are going down too. I mean, sometimes you can see it from the guy's body language that he/she is going down right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we just have to be gracious to these people. God loves them and we should too.&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/6657551-109352682923946662?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109352682923946662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109352682923946662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109352682923946662' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109275829877471368</id><published>2004-08-17T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T23:58:18.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just don't give a damn of those people that doesn't appreciate my existence. I agree that it can be rather hurting to see people that you are trying to hang out with, is avoiding you and ignoring you. But I guess, as long as my eyes are on God, nothing will move me. God loves me and definitely my few great buddies. I guess the only day that I'm going to be sad, it will be the day that my buddies and God turn away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it won't happen. So, cheers! :D&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/6657551-109275829877471368?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109275829877471368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109275829877471368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109275829877471368' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109247422771023546</id><published>2004-08-14T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T17:03:47.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No doubt that I don't feel the closeness with the Charlians even until the last day of the camp, I still miss them a little. I was trying to take a afternoon nap just now and my mind just flashes the times I had with the Charlians. The singing of songs, tie-ing of hands together to eat, nights after nights of forcing them to sleep. It's quite a fun experience after all. Well, I do learn lots of things through this camp, especially the cheers. It goes to show how limited and knowledgable RC's instructors has for cheers. haa. I'm kinda envy the CIs there. They have so much ideas for songs and cheers and they definitely had lots of fun when they are in camps. It's not that we don't enjoy but rather we miss the kind of bonding that the CIs have compared to us. I admit that sometimes we are too regimental. But still, we have our unique way of conducting ourselves that other UGs don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Shark song! di di di...&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/6657551-109247422771023546?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109247422771023546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109247422771023546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109247422771023546' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109206448564493473</id><published>2004-08-09T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T23:16:03.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NDP 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after 'The Tribute' was shown, PM Goh was standing just in front of me. He was busy waving and shaking his hands up to the VIP Lounge. I was totally touched by the last word of 'The Tribute' that was put up. " My heart is always with you." You can see how this great man love Singapore and the people. I thank God for a minister like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's NDP is a different experience not to be forgotten. The fireworks was totally amazing! I'm fortunate that I'm able to see the fireworks from the grandstand and such a clear view of the whole finale. Too bad that I didn't capture a shot of it. Nevertheless, I still miss NDP 03. I have to admit that it's the people that makes it fun or dull. After I saw jf's blog, yeap. The candy is there for a year. That's so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for camp! God bless!&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/6657551-109206448564493473?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109206448564493473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109206448564493473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109206448564493473' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109180342920043074</id><published>2004-08-06T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T22:43:49.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thank God for His goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that in God's kingdom, we can grow spiritually and I really mean Spiritually. No doubt that I'm able to learn alot of things from there but that is actually depending on my human effort. I just want to lean on God's grace to change me spiritually. Thank you Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a long weekend and I'm gonna enjoy the whole of next week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-109180342920043074?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109180342920043074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109180342920043074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109180342920043074' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-109110364936369848</id><published>2004-07-29T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T20:20:49.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many thoughts these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God lead me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-109110364936369848?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109110364936369848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/109110364936369848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109110364936369848' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-108999590467101140</id><published>2004-07-17T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T00:38:24.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks about 2" in diameter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was. So, the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The students laughed. The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. "Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this is your life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rocks are the important things - your family, your partner, your health, your children - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal." "Take care of the rocks first - the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." But then... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A student then took the jar which the other students and the professor agreed was full, and proceeded to pour in a can of beer. Of course the beer filled the remaining spaces within the jar making the jar truly full. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which proves: - that no matter how full your life is, there is always room for a beer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Haa. It's taken from Kat's blog and I think it's really very true. Up till this age, I realise the need of prioritising what we want in life. People have been asking me why am I not getting a girlfriend at this stage when it 'looks' weird without one these days. I think that the rock in my life are my God, family, my close friends and studies. They are my rock for the moment and GFs will probably come under the pebbles where they will fill up the rest of my life when it comes. All these priorities will defintiely change as years goes by. At different stage of life, the different need of different things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-108999590467101140?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/108999590467101140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/108999590467101140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108999590467101140' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-108980472951937191</id><published>2004-07-14T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T19:32:09.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just back from school and had a our very first intensive training to be fit. I totally lost touch with sports and exercises the moment I left Secondary school. It's really kinda tough for me to run the 2.4 after so long without exercising. I think I took 13+ minutes. Argh! It sucks. Last time when I used to be in Secondary school, I always don't understand why people is so afraid of IPPT because anytime you call me to run 2.4, I can do it without much effort. That's because I've always been playing basketball, at least once a week. Now I understand how they feel. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. when i was pushing myself to continue running just now, it actually reminds me of the trip back from East Coast Park during ULP. It further let me understand the need of encouragement, motivation from the people around you and the mindset. I was an instructor there and then. I'm able to run all the way, without stopping and at the same time, motivating and pushing the cadets. My mindset is tuned. Furthermore, they are cheering one another and motivating one another. I felt motivated too. But just now, I was all alone and I can tell you, it's really kinda hard to motivate yourself. I did tried telling myself, "hey, you can do it. Come on, don't stop and keep on going." It did help abit though. For your info, I didn't train before the ULP. I just went there with my 'unfit' self just like this time. Any tips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-108980472951937191?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/108980472951937191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/108980472951937191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108980472951937191' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-108964838481108912</id><published>2004-07-12T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T00:06:24.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've spent my day listening to last week's sermon and it's really totally cool. It talks about the End Times, the last days, Bible Prophecy! End times or the last days are coming nearer and nearer. It's actually what we have always been saying, the final Armegadon. Everytime I heard about the end times, I'm getting really excited. Not that I like this world to end but because I know that I'm going to a better place. Before the final judgement is made to the world, we(those beliveing in Christ) will disappear from this world and it's call Rapture. God wants to save His people before judging the unbelief. It is clearly stated in the book of Revelations. Do you know that we are in the End Times? Can you see what is happening to the world around you now.? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-108964838481108912?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/108964838481108912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/108964838481108912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108964838481108912' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-108894857600198620</id><published>2004-07-04T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T21:48:07.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This trip back to Malaysia makes me realise the facts about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally got to see my grandmother and it's really heart-breaking when I saw her lying there. When I reached there that day, I was totally speechless and was looking at her with a different eye, like a stranger. I don't know why but I just felt that way. I can see from her eyes that she is living such a sorrowful life and it's a torture to continue living this life like that. For the three days that I'm there, she is on this chair all day just because she can't move the right side of the body. Actually is that she will feel pain when she is moving the arms and legs, so she don't want to move them. How many of you actually agrees with me that sometimes old people can be really stubborn.? We called her to try lifting them and exercising them because that will help her to recover but she just don't want to. Sometimes I really don't know what to do and furthermore, I'm back here already. All i can do now is pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, it sets me thinking about life. I'm starting to fear about life as you grow older. You get to see your grandparents, parents, siblings, relatives, friends etc etc getting older and older each day. You can see him 20 years from now and all of us are going to be in white hair. You might see him/her today but you might not see him tomorrow. He might be healthy today but he may be in the hospital tomorrow. Life is so so unpredictable. I'm also really scared to see my parents be like my grandmother or like the ones showing those charity shows. I'm scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most important thing is that, I know I have God. I've got not much worries for myself but I'm scared for my loved ones. I don't wish to see them suffering such a life just because they don't know about God. God is a healing and a good God. I just pray that my parents will be receptive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." -Phil 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-108894857600198620?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/108894857600198620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/108894857600198620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108894857600198620' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-108862800648087783</id><published>2004-07-01T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T04:40:06.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haa. I was right about girls having a different view of Beckham after he missed the penalty with Portugal. Was watching the news on Channel U and they were talking about who are the handsome chap and 'ugly' players in this Euro. Well, Beckham was voted first in the 'ugly' side. haa. oh opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to Malaysia soon. See ya guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-108862800648087783?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/108862800648087783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/108862800648087783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108862800648087783' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-108834273540516165</id><published>2004-06-27T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T21:25:35.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been really some time since I've seen my primary school friends. hmm.. come to think of it, it's about 7 years since we graduated from Maha Bodhi School. oh man, i feel so old. haa. Well, thankfully I still got keep contact with a few of them and thank God for friendster. haa. yup, I've found some of my old friends there and I think that's where we started to have primary school gathering and yesturday was the first time I went down. hmm.. it's not a bad session afterall even though we are quite awkward at times.. don't know what to say. It's really nice to catch up with them again after so so long. Give the credits to Wei Tian and TCW for organising. hmm.. they say that I look different from when i graduated. haa. I hope I look better ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. was actually talking to one of them and we start to talk about this. &lt;br /&gt;We get to know each other like 7 years ago and it's amazing that after so many years, we can get together again. We compare our life when we are 12 and now. it's a total different life and we totally can't imagine ourselves when we are 25. Are we going to carry our kids around when we go for gathering next time? haa. We always wanted to grow old when we are young but once you are old, you want to be young. After 7 years, it's kinda scary to see each other growing so big size and tall and mature. What will we be in another 7 years..? hmmmm.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657551-108834273540516165?l=hisstorymaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/108834273540516165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657551/posts/default/108834273540516165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisstorymaker.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108834273540516165' title=''/><author><name>HistoryMaker</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657551.post-108800792830487337</id><published>2004-06-23T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T00:28:06.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something that I hate about life is that friends come and go. As you grow up year by year, the fact that we have to leave the old and live on with a new life ahead, sometimes can be rather sucky. I agree that it might have something great in the future for you but I just miss some of the things that I have before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day of 'gathering' for some of us, my batchmates. Jackson, Eddie, Yu Wen, Darren and some girl. haa. Anyway, it's really nice to come together again. Talking about our cadet days, talking about Footdrill Course and SWOC with Eddie, our days in Pulau Ubin camp, talking about some of the foolish things we did in Red Cross room, the shit we went through in camps and even our days back in Manjusri.. I can go on and on and on but i guess time doesn't permits. The moment we talk about those days, we will just practically laugh our lungs out and i guess those experience that we went through, just gonna be in our heart and mind for the rest of our life. As what Viz said.. Bonds are created when all of you are suffering together. That's so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, all of us( batchmates), we are in our different schools. We are busy with our different things, be it school or gf.. we are not able to be like last time, suffering together, talk all the things we want in the Red Cross room, laughing like we use to... I just hope that I will be back to those days.. 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