<?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-24060011</id><updated>2011-07-29T09:22:35.814+08:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sd4ocmLcGpI/AAAAAAAABFM/COvePCw812g/s1600-h/P3200165.JPG'/><category term='http://www.breitbart.tv/wp-cohttp://www.breitbart.tv/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/myanmar.jpgntent/uploads/2008/05/myanmar.jpg'/><title type='text'>McD or KFC???</title><subtitle type='html'>Have You Made The Right Choice In Your Life?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>328</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-4748600004407327176</id><published>2010-08-11T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:14:06.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=742708142#!/profile.php?id=100001390038940&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=742708142#!/profile.php?id=100001390038940&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-4748600004407327176?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/4748600004407327176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=4748600004407327176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4748600004407327176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4748600004407327176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/08/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-2890716014907610268</id><published>2010-07-18T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:36:05.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Others Were Busy Saying Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/TELmahqA_UI/AAAAAAAABPE/Al022KHWrDc/s1600/IMG_2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/TELmahqA_UI/AAAAAAAABPE/Al022KHWrDc/s400/IMG_2442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495207838731009346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;Thomas and family were in town last weekend.  They wanted to go Cameron Highlands.  Off we went on the day we had planned earlier.  Our first destination was to the Sungai Palas Tea Plantation.  We planned to have tea and some bakeries as well.  Our second destination was the Strawberry Farm where you can pick your own strawberries.  Yeah, we went there too.  The kids were so excited when they were plucking the strawberries, especially the little girl.  After that we were supposed to go to the Cactus Valley.  We went to the place but we did not enter the valley.  We were at other "departments".  We actually planned to have tea at a cafe called Strawberry Moment, but they were too hungry that they ordered food from our last stop.  There are a few things under the same farm/place.  There is a strawberry farm, a cactus, tomato farm and flower farm.  Ahh... I think that was the place where the Hydroponic vegetables are.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;After having some food there, we started our journey back to Ipoh.  It was around 5. 30pm.  In the beginning of the drive, I was still feeling fine.  However, when came to those super winding roads, I started to feel like vomiting.  I really could not take it.  I finally requested to stop the car, still did not expect myself to vomit.  Not even a minute, I jumped out from the car and vomited.  The strawberry yogurt and ice cream that I just ate were all thrown out from my stomach.  *sweat*  I felt better after throwing out though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The little boy knew that I vomited.  When we reached the hotel, everyone was busy saying goodbye.  Everyone was out of the car besides me.  I just opened the door to say bye.  The little boy, Thomas' son, came near my door but did not say anything.  He looked like he wanted to say anything.  So, I asked him whether he enjoyed the trip up there.  At first he said no then he said yes.  After that, he asked me, why did I vomit, I explained to him and he nodded his head .  He was bothered I think as everyone was fine except me.  I am weak.  Arghhh!!!  I felt warm and sweet when he came and spoke to me showing concern to me.  What a nice and caring kid!  At first he was not really talking to us even when we asked him things.  The ice broke when we talked about his 一飞冲天。Haha... Then we talked about Toy Story in the car as we were on the way to Camerons.  :D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thank God it was a safe trip!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-2890716014907610268?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/2890716014907610268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=2890716014907610268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2890716014907610268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2890716014907610268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-others-were-busy-saying-goodbye.html' title='When Others Were Busy Saying Goodbye...'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/TELmahqA_UI/AAAAAAAABPE/Al022KHWrDc/s72-c/IMG_2442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-5680227961423261219</id><published>2010-06-24T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:12:53.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Baggage Are You Carrying That You Do Not Want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div class="note_header" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(216, 223, 234); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(59, 89, 152); padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 6px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="note_title_share clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1; direction: ltr; text-align: left; clear: both; margin-left: 6px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; width: 460px; "&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you feel like putting out a For Sale sign to rid yourself of baggage you no longer want, whether that be sins, personalities, quirks, annoyances, obligations, heartaches, or ineffective relationships? Be honest about what your "trash removal" wish would be. Today is the day to let go of anything you don't want, whether it is realistic or not-or whether having it in your life is your fault or not. One word of caution: You may not want to list today a cross that Jesus has asked you to bear; for example, being criticized for your faith. Or, if you are thinking of jettisoning something that God may actually want you to keep- your marriage vows, for instance- hold on. Don't be like Jonah in the Bible story that follows! Be sure you are in agreement with God about what you write. Let Him speak to you today about what He wants you to get rid of as soon as possible. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this this morning from my devotional materials. It was like speaking to me so much. I have been carrying baggages that I don't want and some baggages maybe what God wants me to continue carrying. This is really the right time for me to figure out what I should carry and what I shouldn't. Hope this will encourage some of you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Extracted from Praying For Purpose For Women.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-5680227961423261219?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/5680227961423261219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=5680227961423261219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5680227961423261219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5680227961423261219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-baggage-are-you-carrying-that-you.html' title='What Baggage Are You Carrying That You Do Not Want?'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-3360079349820606014</id><published>2010-06-21T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T18:50:41.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just deleted a silly post.  I am really silly when I am so frustrated and so angry with things.  But really thank God for His grace and mercy.  Hope I'm grown a little bit stronger instead of running back to my own shell again.  *phew*  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... Next time I should sleep when I am upset.  Sigh... Please oh God teach me and help me learn, learn to be strong at all time no matter how tired I am, no matter how terrible the feeling is.  Please let me be strong enough to handle it and help me not to be too bothered and caught up by anything.  Sigh... So sad that I'm such a person.  But thank God I have You.  Thank you Lord!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-3360079349820606014?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/3360079349820606014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=3360079349820606014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/3360079349820606014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/3360079349820606014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-deleted-silly-post.html' title=''/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-5152577197766915830</id><published>2010-06-13T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:56:44.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason to Be the PRETTIEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/TBR6SCyezUI/AAAAAAAABO0/ehAhDTugRWs/s400/Detailed-shots-of-the-brides-%26-she-hold-the-bouquet-and-she-love-the-magenta--umbrella-785702.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482141096821574978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not sure if this reason is valid.  Not long ago, there was a flash of thought came asking me why brides must be dressed in such a gorgeous way.  Well, the general replies will be "it is only once in a life time".  As for me, of course, since it is the "trend" and it is so Fairy Tale, I would want myself to look pretty and to be like the princesses in the fairy tales.  It is really once in a life time unless... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I left this question behind and nearly forgot about it.  Well, I guess I accepted the general view.  One of the days, I was watching some of the parents in my center.  Some of them have no time for themselves, no time to dress up, no time to go out with friends, no time for this and for that. Some of them even going crazy because of the problems that their kids are creating.  Their kids are so active that they have to chase after them, pull them, carry them.  Frankly, I pity them.  I hope I'm not going to be one of them.  However, it's not for me to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I felt that it is so unfair for them because they carried the fetus for 9 months, the reward should be getting a healthy baby but they had gotten a special one.  Some of them were blamed by their family members for getting such a kid.  Some of them were neglected by their husbands because of this special kids.  Some of them were scolded for being not presentable and even dumb for not being able to take care or guide the kids.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thus, I concluded, all brides should be given whatever they want for the future sacrifices for the family.  I know, I know, we can only find joy in the Lord, not everyone has a God to rely on though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Silly right?  I wonder how this thought came along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, dear husbands, please love your wife as much as possible for sacrificing their lives to give you a family.  Giving birth is such a noble job, which you don't even have a chance to do it.  So love them, pamper them!!!  DO NOT blame them!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/TBSA_GNerdI/AAAAAAAABO8/D-6bmzm34b4/s400/LOVE" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 177px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482148467903999442" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-5152577197766915830?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/5152577197766915830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=5152577197766915830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5152577197766915830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5152577197766915830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/06/reason-to-be-prettiest.html' title='Reason to Be the PRETTIEST'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/TBR6SCyezUI/AAAAAAAABO0/ehAhDTugRWs/s72-c/Detailed-shots-of-the-brides-%26-she-hold-the-bouquet-and-she-love-the-magenta--umbrella-785702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-5119216563531978675</id><published>2010-06-12T09:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:26:54.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is Good All The Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a very motivating news last night.  Yeah!  Finally, I've gotten my result for my last semester.  Woot!  It was really not what I expected because I had been busy and always feel tired, assignments were killing me, work was killing me and my church work too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During that time, I agreed to help out in a camp thus I was required to plan the activities.  I had no idea at all until I had finished my assignments and my exams.  I was really so stressful and I nearly quited the exams.  I had no confidence at all and whatever I studied I just couldn't make them stick in my mind.  Sigh... It was the most stressful semester!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the exam, I was the first one who walked out from the hall and always the last one to go in.  Every few hours before the exam started, I tried to convince myself not to go for it.  I tried to flee. I went in with zero confidence every time.  That kind of feeling really was killing me.  *phew*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now everything is fine!  God is good all the time, again and again, He proved to me that He will not let me down when I spent much time serving Him.  Every time, He proved to me that He will take care of everything.  I just need to give my best, my very best and He will surely do the rest!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks Darling for your continuous encouragement and reasoning.  Thanks SO much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/TBLwSL3aRrI/AAAAAAAABOs/dKlYZwtuL5g/s400/grace_candle_logo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481707891676825266" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-5119216563531978675?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/5119216563531978675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=5119216563531978675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5119216563531978675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5119216563531978675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/06/god-is-good-all-time.html' title='God Is Good All The Time'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/TBLwSL3aRrI/AAAAAAAABOs/dKlYZwtuL5g/s72-c/grace_candle_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-7892825384960047787</id><published>2010-05-26T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:00:42.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Applause*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8d7f601d9dbd62b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08d7f601d9dbd62b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330316632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D157BD754218218188076D5CEBD4B6489E7CC1C10.81141BBD2E312A0B354BE7507CC906EC4AF70E90%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d7f601d9dbd62b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DENSbdjQCTy1AcFcmTVI3ojXdiVA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08d7f601d9dbd62b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330316632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D157BD754218218188076D5CEBD4B6489E7CC1C10.81141BBD2E312A0B354BE7507CC906EC4AF70E90%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d7f601d9dbd62b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DENSbdjQCTy1AcFcmTVI3ojXdiVA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the second time Wan keen singing on stage.  But this time, she is alone on the stage.  She performed well even though she did not really practice the songs.  That was the reason she could not remember the lyrics as well.  She knew that she had to sing on the stage but she did not really know what was it for.  Besides, this was a surprise for my parents.  My mum was so touched when she was singing on the stage.  Mum wept badly.  I had a slide show for my parents on Wan Keen's growth.  It was really hard work because bringing her up was never easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c9323c44fba59e9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c9323c44fba59e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330316632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82C29603991BF0BFA42B6E1BA4808DA0817418CD.53A5F1DD1120E61DEDE1B3673BD1D1CE71026E32%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c9323c44fba59e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKYtYsps0uDdCcJQKXt4b_63CciI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c9323c44fba59e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330316632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82C29603991BF0BFA42B6E1BA4808DA0817418CD.53A5F1DD1120E61DEDE1B3673BD1D1CE71026E32%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c9323c44fba59e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKYtYsps0uDdCcJQKXt4b_63CciI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew that Wan Keen will be able to perform well.  As I was preparing the slides, I was touched and tears swelled in my eyes.  However, when she was singing on stage, I did not cry but I was so glad and also surprised that she could sing so clearly and loudly.  I bet many were touched by her, especially those who know her and I believe her peers were amazed too.  Hope and pray that God will continue to work in my parents, especially my dad.  So that he will come to know Christ one day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-7892825384960047787?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/7892825384960047787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=7892825384960047787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7892825384960047787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7892825384960047787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/05/applause.html' title='*Applause*'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-5289113025775906159</id><published>2010-05-19T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:01:52.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl Without Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you watched a video about a girl without face?  I watched it yesterday.  Hmm...  What if she is my daughter?  Will I be able to accept her as she is?  Will I be afraid of her or will I still love her?  I can't answer any of these questions because I won't know until it happens on me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God says He makes humans according to His own image.  Is the girl in the list?  Is she not created after His image?  Well, I'm very sure God makes every thing perfect even if she does not have a face, she is loved; she is a joy for those who met her.  She is a miracle because she survived.  Besides, she is a gift from God to show us that there's still love flowing in this cruel earth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many people will wonder why then she does not have a face?  I strongly believe, it's human's fault.  The technology advancement causes a lot of pollutions in the earth that used to be lovely and clean.  The preservative and colouring in our food and lots more do contribute to the deformity in her.  Still, God is fair.  God makes her a lovely and cheerful girl.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=121109801246522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=121109801246522&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-5289113025775906159?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/5289113025775906159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=5289113025775906159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5289113025775906159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5289113025775906159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/05/girl-without-face.html' title='A Girl Without Face'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-6641437355337071761</id><published>2010-05-19T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:06:17.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blessed Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time really flies.  The trip to Hong Kong ended just like that and we are back to reality.  Yeah, the cruel reality which things will not change to what you wish it could be.  It was indeed a good trip.  I was striving hard to complete listening to those doctors talking.  They were so monotonous till my mind just couldn't help but to "fish" in the hall on and off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I managed to learn something new and something which is in the trend right now in the world of Autism.  They were all talking about the Bio- medicine treatments and also the causes of Autism in kids nowadays.  According to the experts, Autism can be treated by going through Bio- med treatment.  A child is required to do a lot of tests and take a lot of supplements during the treatment.  I kinda pity them too.  The cost for this treatment is super duper expensive.  Only people who are rich can have such treatment at the moment.  I also learned that what kinda chemicals cause what kind of problems which led me to have to avoid certain things that we often use in daily our daily lives.  Sigh...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well... I'll just leave it to God and do my best so that my baby in future will not have to suffer and my family too do not have to suffer.  Anyway, the stressful part is over and I'm glad that I got the fundamental concept of the whole thing, at least!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We departed from Ipoh at 830a. m and we reached airport near 12noon.  After checking in our baggages and were waiting at the departure then only we got to know that our flight was delayed for more than 2 hours if I'm not mistaken.  Hmm...  By the time we reached Hong Kong was 8pm plus.  This is still fine.  But by the time we reached our hotel is almost 10pm!  It took us one hour plus to reach the hotel from the airport because the shuttle bus stopped at many stations.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The worse thing was only when I reached Hong Kong that I realized, I had Thomas contact saved wrongly.  *sweat*  I was suppose to confirm with him about the dinner plan.  Luckily uncle William sent me his contact and yeah, we met up for dinner because so happened he ran some errands around that area.  One whole day gone just like that.  *phew!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second day, we have to get up early in the morning because the registration was at 8am.  Thank God that I was able to catch some sleep though it was the first night at the hotel.  It was quite packed and quite a lot for me to digest even for the first day.  The whole thing ended at 6pm.  After going back to the hotel, we went out for dinner as well and I left them after the dinner as I have no choice because I needed to pass them somethings from Ipoh.  I struggled so much to decide whether to meet them or not because it seemed not nice by leaving the group.  At the end, I told myself not to care so much.  Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The 3rd day was the end for the whole conference.  We literally dragged our body up.  By the way, their 5.30 am is like 7am , 8am in Malaysia.  It annoyed us because it woke us up earlier than we should.  After the conference, my colleague and I planned to go to the Temple Street and the Ladies Market since we are already in Hong Kong.  The other group planned to have duck as dinner.  However, our plan changed to Cheung Chau as my colleague's niece called her up and invited her there.  Thus, 3 of us who are not from the Cheng's family went with her.  We had a great seafood dinner over there and we had great experience and knowledge about that place.  I really like that place because the air there is fresher and there is not car moving around, thus less pollution.  That place is not so congested as well.  Too bad we went there at night if not we will be able to see more of Cheung Chau.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we were on the way back to Central, my friend called me up to check my location.  When I told him that we went into Cheung Chau, he sounded shocked.  He must be wondering how come we are so capable that we are able to find our way there.  Haha...  I'm so glad that my friend met us for breakfast the next day.  We had the simplest but best breakfast after so many days in Hong Kong.  Then we started our journey to the Ladies Market and other streets around that area by ourselves.  We were scolded even when we just looked at the goods displayed at the stalls at Ladies Market.  WT*!!!  This was the first time being scolded for not buying!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After walking so much, my body finally surrender.  It couldn't stand anymore as it was so dehydrated a and so lack of sleeps.  I finally fell sick on the last day in Hong Kong and my face just couldn't hide the discomfort.  Overall, it was a great trip and thanks to my friends who made time for me and my friend!  I am even blessed with their presence.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-6641437355337071761?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/6641437355337071761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=6641437355337071761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6641437355337071761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6641437355337071761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/05/blessed-trip.html' title='The Blessed Trip'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-475591478355926014</id><published>2010-05-01T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:45:50.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Farewell Speeches  :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Yo girls, this is it. It's kinda hard to upload them in Facebook. Thus, it's in my blog. LOL! Hope that you girls really enjoyed the work in NH and praying that they have taught you much about life. Life isn't about perfect or imperfect in the world standard, it's about how you appreciate what you are &lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;having now. The kids may not have what we have, but they are the most innocent, true as you girls had said. Truly hope that the kids have inspired you enough to move on to you next stage of life and I believe, they will remember you in their lives. Come back often during your break. We will be more than happy to receive you. It is indeed a great joy and experience working with you girls. God bless your journey. 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-1627039315960224713</id><published>2010-03-27T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:40:09.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbs 31: 10- 31  The Wife of Noble Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17295" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;sup class="footnote" value="" href="&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-17295a&amp;quot;" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;a]" style="font-size: 0.75em; line-height: 0.5em; "&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs+31%3A10-31&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-17295a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; A wife of noble character who can find?&lt;br /&gt;      She is worth far more than rubies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17296" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; Her husband has full confidence in her&lt;br /&gt;      and lacks nothing of value.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17297" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; She brings him good, not harm,&lt;br /&gt;      all the days of her life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17298" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt; She selects wool and flax&lt;br /&gt;      and works with eager hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17299" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; She is like the merchant ships,&lt;br /&gt;      bringing her food from afar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17300" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; She gets up while it is still dark;&lt;br /&gt;      she provides food for her family&lt;br /&gt;      and portions for her servant girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17301" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; She considers a field and buys it;&lt;br /&gt;      out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17302" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt; She sets about her work vigorously;&lt;br /&gt;      her arms are strong for her tasks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17303" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt; She sees that her trading is profitable,&lt;br /&gt;      and her lamp does not go out at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17304" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt; In her hand she holds the distaff&lt;br /&gt;      and grasps the spindle with her fingers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17305" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt; She opens her arms to the poor&lt;br /&gt;      and extends her hands to the needy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17306" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt; When it snows, she has no fear for her household;&lt;br /&gt;      for all of them are clothed in scarlet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17307" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt; She makes coverings for her bed;&lt;br /&gt;      she is clothed in fine linen and purple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17308" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt; Her husband is respected at the city gate,&lt;br /&gt;      where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17309" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt; She makes linen garments and sells them,&lt;br /&gt;      and supplies the merchants with sashes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17310" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt; She is clothed with strength and dignity;&lt;br /&gt;      she can laugh at the days to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17311" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt; She speaks with wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;      and faithful instruction is on her tongue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17312" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt; She watches over the affairs of her household&lt;br /&gt;      and does not eat the bread of idleness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17313" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;28&lt;/sup&gt; Her children arise and call her blessed;&lt;br /&gt;      her husband also, and he praises her:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17314" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;29&lt;/sup&gt; "Many women do noble things,&lt;br /&gt;      but you surpass them all."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17315" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;30&lt;/sup&gt; Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;&lt;br /&gt;      but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17316" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;31&lt;/sup&gt; Give her the reward she has earned,&lt;br /&gt;      and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can truly see this nobleness in my mum.  She is blameless and work day and night for all of us.  So that we will not feel hungry, cold or lack of anything.  Will I be able to be such a woman too?  I often feel that being a female is not easy.  When her child is admitted to the hospital, she has to be there no matter which ward the child is in.  She has to be there wherever her child is, be it in school, at home, play and etc.  Even if her physical is not there with her child, her heart is there because she will never feel safe for letting her child to be alone.  May the hard work of our mothers and all ladies be appreciated.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-1627039315960224713?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/1627039315960224713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=1627039315960224713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1627039315960224713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1627039315960224713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/03/proverbs-31-10-31-wife-of-noble.html' title='Proverbs 31: 10- 31  The Wife of Noble Character'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-6169389469879893933</id><published>2010-03-19T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:21:50.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wong Jing Yi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/S6N2EpjuiJI/AAAAAAAABOk/-ZPwjibrAKM/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/S6N2EpjuiJI/AAAAAAAABOk/-ZPwjibrAKM/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450329796295690386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jing Yi is my student.  She has been with us for almost 9 years.  She is a very active and helpful girl.  Her hearing is impaired but she can talk quite a lot though not fluent.  She is very understanding and sensitive to her surroundings.  She will report any thing to teachers especially someone is doing something nasty.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She uses sign language most of the time.  She can sign well and feel very comfortable when we teachers speak to her using sign language.  I'm not very good in signing.  I can sign some numbers and alphabet and some simplified signing on things and actions.  Since the school reopened this year, I began learning sign language from her.  She was so happy that I can use sign and she is most joyous to teach me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is a very helpful girl.  She used to help a kid who is lack of understanding and often takes care of her and guide her. She enjoys music, she can sing very well and very loudly.  She is the most independent girl in the class.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Wednesday, my superior received a call from her mom saying that she fell sick since Monday.  However, she refused to see doctor and she just wanted to sleep.  She did not even want to walk out of her room.  She just slept and slept.  Her dad pleaded 2 GP doctors near her residents to go to her house to see her daughter but none of them are willing to go no matter what.  On Wednesday morning, her mom pleaded another 2 doctors but the result was still the same.  At the end of the day, she called our center and we decided to go to her house and try to persuade her to go to the hospital.  And we managed to get her out of her room and to the car.  Since that day she was admitted.  At that time, she could still complain about her pain.  She responded to us when we talked to her.  But after the operation, about 6 hours she went into coma until now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not believe she is in such condition until I saw it with my own eyes.  She has no respond now.  She is not moving, she is so still and according to KM, she is not on 3 types of medication, if a patient is given these 3 types, the condition is usually not good.  :(  Sigh... I still can't believe that she will be leaving us soon because I believe that there will be miracles.  And I don't believe that things changed so fast.  I'm so confused.  The one lying there is so not her.  Sigh...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-6169389469879893933?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/6169389469879893933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=6169389469879893933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6169389469879893933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6169389469879893933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/03/wong-jing-yi.html' title='Wong Jing Yi'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/S6N2EpjuiJI/AAAAAAAABOk/-ZPwjibrAKM/s72-c/IMG_0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-4277859161620241356</id><published>2010-02-24T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:04:11.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Forget About It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a lot of unforgettable fear.  When I was young, I used to be "bullied" by CHICKENS!  Especially roosters.  When some roosters saw me, they would run towards me and fly over me to peck me.  *I hate them!*  This is what caused me to be SO afraid of two- legged animals.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was another thing that I won't be able to forget for the rest of my life.  It's about CHICKEN again.  I remember there was once, my mum tried to kill a chicken.  Her skill was bad.  After she chopped that chicken's neck, the chicken was still alive.  At that time, my mum did not tied its legs up.  Thus, it was fleeing with its blood shed all over the kitchen.  I was SO terrified. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately, my mum killed a few chickens for Chinese New Year.  On morning, when I was still sleeping, I heard the "yell" of the chicken and I could hear the sound of the flapping wings.  I ignored as I did not know that my mum was killing the chicken.  Last Saturday, I had class in the morning, so I had to wake up early.  I heard those noise again.  After a while the noise was gone so I thought it was the right time for me to go out.  When I saw my mum, she was sitting there pulling off the chicken's feathers.  I screamed!  From that day onwards I dare not walk pass the place where the chickens were killed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I kept trying to overcome my fear, I kept praying.  However, I failed!  I was too terrified.  My mind kept repeating the sounds of the chickens and it kept on visualizing what I saw that day.  Grrrr...!!!  A few days later, I felt better.  Who knows I saw the feathers that my mum kept.  She intended to make something, I don't what is it called, but it's something that people played in the old days.  A traditional game.  The feather freaked me out.  :(  My days really passed like hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I feel much much better!  At least when I walk pass the place where the chickens were killed I no longer have fear.  I hope the days to come will be the same.  My fear is so real.  I can understand the man who vomited even though he had recovered.  I guess my memory is too good to remember what I should not.  :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I20uqSTXwYY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I20uqSTXwYY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-4277859161620241356?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/4277859161620241356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=4277859161620241356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4277859161620241356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4277859161620241356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-me-forget-about-it.html' title='Let Me Forget About It!'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-4754340280740776637</id><published>2010-02-24T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:17:26.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心愛</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIG8DUYSVMw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIG8DUYSVMw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so touched by this story.  Again and again.   Aren't we the same?  Some people helped us out of love, unfortunately we some times view the sacrificial love that people show to us the other way round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was being blamed by a mother of my student.  She blamed me for suggesting her to put her son into the mainstream this year.  She was too anxious until she stressed herself so much and she stressed us out too.  She could call us few times a day.  I tried my best to help but at the end I was blamed.  When somebody told me how she complained about me at my back, I wasn't really angry.  I just felt that she is sick.  Well, though I was not angry, I start to watch my words and suggestions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel that we can be blinded by our ego and anxiety some times.  When we are in denial stage, we tend to push the blame to others so that we can feel better.  If we keep doing this, we will lose a lot of precious friends and loved ones.  That feeling will be worst than when we are "invalid".  &lt;b&gt;Love those who love you and do not reject love that is shown.  Show love to others and never expect return&lt;/b&gt;.  We will be happier if we can do so.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-4754340280740776637?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/4754340280740776637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=4754340280740776637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4754340280740776637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4754340280740776637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='心愛'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-9040896774586167054</id><published>2010-02-18T14:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:28:03.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Special Two Whom Most Will Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/S3ziwANTpsI/AAAAAAAABOc/tKd664FaqOw/s1600-h/22441_305220351610_506401610_4032903_5227770_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/S3ziwANTpsI/AAAAAAAABOc/tKd664FaqOw/s400/22441_305220351610_506401610_4032903_5227770_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439471764274128578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are the two, one had already left us to Australia and another one will be leaving real soon to the same place too.  These are the two sisters whom most of us will miss.  Some people may think that my statement has some favoritism elements, however, it does not.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe in my statement because they are the ones I will miss too.  No matter where most of us from the church went, no matter what kinda activities we joined, they were always there.  They were hyper, not only at church but at school too.  See, my statement makes sense because they were there (anywhere) all the time.  Thus, all of us will definitely miss them much!  When I thought of our every Sunday BUG game, I thought of them and I knew that this time round, they won't be there.  T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's indeed not easy to let these two sisters go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No matter where they are, they will always be there some where in our hearts.  Yeah, there's always a place for them in our hearts.  My dear sisters, take good care of yourself and I believe God will be there to help you through all the storms to come and you will be filled with love, joy and peace again and again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-9040896774586167054?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/9040896774586167054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=9040896774586167054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/9040896774586167054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/9040896774586167054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/02/special-two-which-most-will-miss.html' title='The Special Two Whom Most Will Miss'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/S3ziwANTpsI/AAAAAAAABOc/tKd664FaqOw/s72-c/22441_305220351610_506401610_4032903_5227770_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-8624014150543803782</id><published>2010-02-06T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:09:27.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Sick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;I am so glad to meet a friend that I knew from Indonesia last year.  I am really joyous though I did not have much contact nor conversation with him during the Indonesia ministry trip last year.  I'm so glad maybe it's because I couldn't believe that God will let us meet once again and to worship together once again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today he was invited to share on his experiences in different countries with us during our night worship.  He was sharing about healing and how God healed him when he did not realized that he was "sick" spiritually.  It was indeed a good sharing and I was reminded once again that our God is a great Provider. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He was very animated when he was sharing.  I was staring at him imagining him in such situation.  But something that he shared from the bible really caught my attention.  He shared on John 5: 1- 9 as shown below.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;John 5: 1- 9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Healing at the Pool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26202" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some time later, Jesus went up to Jerusalem for a feast of the Jews.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26203" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now there is in Jerusalem near the Sheep Gate a pool, which in Aramaic is called Bethesda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="footnote" value="" href="&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-26203a&amp;quot;" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;a]" style="line-height: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+5%3A1-9&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-26203a" title="See footnote a"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; and which is surrounded by five covered colonnades.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26204" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here a great number of disabled people used to lie—the blind, the lame, the paralyzed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="footnote" value="" href="&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-26204b&amp;quot;" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;b]" style="line-height: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+5%3A1-9&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-26204b" title="See footnote b"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26205" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;One who was there had been an invalid for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;thirty-eight years&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26206" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, he asked him, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Do you want to get well?&lt;/span&gt;"  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26207" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sir," the invalid replied, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred.&lt;/span&gt; While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me."  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26208" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then Jesus said to him, "Get up! Pick up your mat and walk." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26209" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;At once the man was cured; he picked up his mat and walked.  The day on which this took place was a Sabbath,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I highlighted three points which caught my attention.  The passage mentioned that that was a place where many disabled people laid.  This man was lying there for 38 years but he did not get a chance to get into the pool to be healed.  When Jesus asked him whether he wanted to get well (that's a stupid question, yeah), he said that nobody helped him into the pool when the water was stirred.  I sat there thinking, most of the people there were sick, they were all unwell and awaiting to be lifted , to be healed.  Then a question occurred in my mind,"Why can't the others just give him a hand since they were going through the same problem and they desired for the same thing- healing?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was impressed by this thought that "a sick will not be able to lead another who is sick".  Thus, that man was there for 38 years until someone perfect came to him to lead him to the pool.  Last year end, my soul was sick.  Though I had my holidays, I still felt very tired and moody.  Maybe it was because of the busy period and tiredness with work, church and studies.  When it was near January this year, especially when I started working again with the children and parents, a thought came to me telling me that I must lift my spirit if not I will not be able to help the kids and the parents.  I told myself that I did not have time to be moody.  From that day onwards, I was lifted and am enjoying my work now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I do believe that the man who laid there for 38 years was because of this reason- the blind will not be able to lead the deaf.  For those who are keen to help people, to reach out to people and to be a comfort to people, I am sure that we should keep our soul and spirit healthy so that we will be able to help, comfort and guide the lost effectively.  Let's encourage, pray and motivate one another so that our soul and spirit will be well and ready for the purpose that God has planned for us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-8624014150543803782?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/8624014150543803782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=8624014150543803782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/8624014150543803782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/8624014150543803782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-you-sick.html' title='Are You Sick?'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-880816891025257012</id><published>2010-02-06T08:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T09:18:14.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Heavenly  :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursday wasn't a good day.  I bet I was warned by God through my dream but I did not know what is it all about until everything fell into place.  I always have this problem about my dream.  Hmm... Maybe it's a gift or maybe it is not.  Many people would say that I think too much and not many, or I would say there are only one or two who believe that what I dream will turn out, and it's always something not good, but will be made good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dreamed of one of my students.  He is not able to speak due to his hearing impairment.  I do not think that he will even speak unless there is a miracle.  However, in my dream he was able to speak.  I was so happy in my dream and I even asked the parents to continue to motivate him and I rejoiced with them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This dream was not any dream that will wake me up suddenly as it's not scary thus I was not quite disturbed by it.  I nearly forgotten what I had dreamed about until when I was doing my devotion that morning, my mind reminded me of that dream.  I was a bit confused as I did not know if it was real or it was just a dream.  After pondering for a while then I told myself for sure,  it's a dream.  I carried on with my reading.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That child came with the father during the session later in the morning.  Nothing happened.  However, what my colleague told the father disturbed me as she was giving wrong informations.  On top of that she did not know the purposes of what we have been doing.  I was still cool until she asked us for one of the teaching aids which has been there on the shelves for 7 years.  Then I started shooting her.  I wasn't angry, I just wanted to tease her but somehow her excuse for not knowing that it was there and have never ever used it (which she had used it before), frustrated me.  My teases became scolding.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My tone of voice was bad.  I felt bad after that too.  For the rest of the day, we did not talk because she seemed angry with me.  So I have decided to apologize for my tone of voice but not what I have said.  I kept telling myself that even if I am the head of the place, I need to humble myself and admit what I have done wrong.  I don't want to run away from it and I do not want to tarnish God's name!  So I was struggling.  Struggled because I was so afraid that the situation will become even worse.  I was feeling so uneasy.  However, I have peace.  I text another colleague telling her what I had planned to do and asked her to be there earlier so that she will be there to control the situation or give input for our conversation.  Of course, I asked her to pray for us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Phew*  Finally, it was Friday.  I apologized before our open prayer and explained to her why I got frustrated and taught her how to answer questions to avoid confusion in the parents.  The whole thing went well and I really thank God for that.  Thanks for those who prayed for me/us!  Thank you so much!  A video to share with you.  One part of the lyrics say," Whatever You (God) doing inside of me, it feels like chaos somehow there's peace and it's hard to surrender what I can't see but I'm giving into something heavenly!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ULAM5MNpIEo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ULAM5MNpIEo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-880816891025257012?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/880816891025257012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=880816891025257012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/880816891025257012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/880816891025257012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-heavenly-d.html' title='Something Heavenly  :D'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-2106641241957797508</id><published>2010-01-24T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:43:08.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Act Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I was studying today, I found a quote from my textbook. It goes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"All great languages undergo change. Those languages which resist the spirit of change are doomed and will never produce great harvest of thought and literature." -Rabindranath Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This quote clearly defines the need of a language to change according to time, in order to survive.  I am so attracted to this quote because I think living a life holds the same principle.  If we refuse to change we will not be able to get more in life.  If we are not planning to change the way we live our lives, the way we look at things and the way we carry o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;urselves, we will sit in a well forever, looking up to the sky every time, wishing and hoping that one day that one day we can jump out from there.  By wishing and hoping will not make any changes without practical action.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we talk about change, we need to act because the word "change" itself is a verb, an action word.  Without action, we will not be able to get out from the pit where we used to be.  It is a total impossible.  Some people will not be able to survive in certain places because they refuse to change.  Some people keep living in the past and refused to change and choose not to believe that their life will be different with the right and bold step forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/S1xNrE48u6I/AAAAAAAABOM/dnwsKAYkBak/s400/work-for-change.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430300653144292258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If we keep on staying in the past and keep wishing to be somebody without any practical action, sooner or later, we will be cut off like the unfruitful branch of a tree.  Thus, do you wanna improve to be fruitful or to be cut off or dropped off from where you are.  The patience from human is limited.  When everyone else is improving but you are still stagnant and refuse to do what you should, no one can help but yourself.  People have their own set of problems thus it'll be tedious if their encouragement and patience keep being rejected.  Get up and WALK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-2106641241957797508?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/2106641241957797508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=2106641241957797508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2106641241957797508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2106641241957797508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/01/act-now.html' title='Act Now!'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/S1xNrE48u6I/AAAAAAAABOM/dnwsKAYkBak/s72-c/work-for-change.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-6307132221495012763</id><published>2010-01-16T21:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:57:24.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stirve Like A Cockroach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/S1HPF13oNqI/AAAAAAAABNg/xUMjhjvt0Xs/s1600-h/cockroach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/S1HPF13oNqI/AAAAAAAABNg/xUMjhjvt0Xs/s320/cockroach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427346725224855202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I was staring at the pail of laundry just now in the bathroom.  A picture came to my mind.  What picture?  Ha... A picture of a cockroach striving to stay alive when it accidentally falls into the water.  It's very funny to have such picture popped up to my mind out of no where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Thus, I concluded that every living thing will try to strive to live especially when they are facing problems in life.  However, many times, many of us will tend to give up especially after trying so hard but the result is still the same/ still disappointing.  It is just like the cockroaches, every one of them will strive to save their own life when they drop into the water.  However, not everyone of them will be able to get out from the water.  Some even die there.  But at least they have tried their best until the very end of their lives.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If a cockroach can strive until the very end of it's life, why can't we?  We are to live our life to the fullest, if not we will regret later. The result is not really important, but the effort and the process are the gist of our lives which will make us stronger and mature; we gain wisdom from the experiences too.  Besides, we will be able to use all the experiences to comfort others and to advice others.  Try your best and let God do the rest!  Gambateh!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* I believe there is a reason for this post. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-6307132221495012763?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/6307132221495012763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=6307132221495012763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6307132221495012763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6307132221495012763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/01/stirve-like-cockroach.html' title='Stirve Like A Cockroach'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/S1HPF13oNqI/AAAAAAAABNg/xUMjhjvt0Xs/s72-c/cockroach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-2169933865855441950</id><published>2010-01-12T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:08:08.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Give UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Parable of the Persistent Widow &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: small;"&gt;(Luke 18:1- 8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25681" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25682" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;He said: "In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared about men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25683" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, 'Grant me justice against my adversary.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25684" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, 'Even though I don't fear God or care about men, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25685" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won't eventually wear me out with her coming!' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25686" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And the Lord said, "Listen to what the unjust judge says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25687" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25688" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Because of her persistence, she was finally granted justice by an evil judge.  This story about persistence will remind us to pray continually with expectant faith.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When we persevere to the end, our character improved along the way.  God has assigned to us certain purposes in life for which he expects loyalty and commitment.  The attitude that grows through perseverance is, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;there's no turning back from what God asks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Romans 5: 3- 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Not only so, but we rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance, character; and character; hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-2169933865855441950?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/2169933865855441950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=2169933865855441950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2169933865855441950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2169933865855441950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-give-up.html' title='Don&apos;t Give UP'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-427055512666556340</id><published>2010-01-08T18:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:22:40.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>平靜風浪後現代版 (Calming the Storm)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These were the group of Hongkies who came to our church during Christmas to have fellowship with us and they had some football trainings and tournament in Ipoh too.  This is one skit that they performed during the prize giving night.  They have 12 in their team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watch closely!  Some one fell down when he came out from the back stage.  LOL!  I only got to know him when we brought them out for lunch one day.  During that time, he was complaining about his ankle.  He gave me an impression that he is so 'niang' as in very sissy.  I was thinking in my heart,"Hey, come on!  You are a footballer eh!  Little pain also cannot bear?"  :P  I also remembered that somebody said that he did not rest properly that's why the pain is still there.  Another thing that I remembered was he took a few pictures with all the girls who were in that room that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though I don't really know him, I feel that he has the gift of cheering up people around him.  This is a gift that I wish to have.  I hope that people around me will be happy.  But, I don't have such gifting from God.  I really hope that he will use it wisely, use it to comfort the heartbrokens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9RfP1Gepvyw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9RfP1Gepvyw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-427055512666556340?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/427055512666556340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=427055512666556340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/427055512666556340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/427055512666556340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/01/calming-storm.html' title='平靜風浪後現代版 (Calming the Storm)'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-6857598642322453376</id><published>2010-01-07T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:29:50.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Love of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am not a person who really love Chinese but I really find this interesting.  I always like it when it explains how the Chinese Character come about.  Chinese words are very artistic!  Besides this website also explains about the amazing love of God.  Cool!  Do have a look at it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wbschool.org/Chinese.swf"&gt;http://www.wbschool.org/Chinese.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-6857598642322453376?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/6857598642322453376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=6857598642322453376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6857598642322453376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6857598642322453376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/01/amazing-love-of-god.html' title='The Amazing Love of God'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-4148650452829332752</id><published>2010-01-05T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:50:51.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FILL MY HEART WITH JOY AGAIN LORD I PRAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God says,"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace.  In this world you will have trouble.  BUT TAKE HEART!  I HAVE OVERCOME THE WORLD!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am really not in good shape.  I cannot find myself.  I cannot see the beauty that God had created in me.  I do not have the patient that I used to have, I cannot tolerate and I just shut off when I am there.  Sigh... I dislike going there.  I really dislike it.  Father God!!!  Can you show me your way?  I know You have gone through it.  I know it's between me and myself.  Help me out of the situation.  Help me!  I have no strength to hold on to Your verse above anymore.  Give me rest!  Give me peace!  Give me a way!  I don't wanna let my heart grow cold, I really don't want!  I want the joy of serving you again.  I want joy!  Change the way I think, wash my brain O God!  I don't wanna be a clown.  Give me rest tonight and comfort me Lord!  I will stand up again with Your help!  I know You are always there just like the song had said, whatever troubles that I am going through now are nothing compared to Yours.  But I am really tired.  Lift me Lord!  Get me ready to face the challenges once more.  Soon, it'll be another year end, and I will be safe and sound again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Upv6if21aG4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Upv6if21aG4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-4148650452829332752?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/4148650452829332752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=4148650452829332752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4148650452829332752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4148650452829332752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/01/fill-my-heart-with-joy-again-lord-i.html' title='FILL MY HEART WITH JOY AGAIN LORD I PRAY'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-1344372663074027080</id><published>2010-01-04T23:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:50:45.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time is A Proven Excuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few weeks ago, I had a chat with a friend.  Our conversation alerted me.  I blurted a lot of things that I unexpected myself to.  Hmm... I was alerted that we cannot serve God when we are free.  We won't be free until the end of the world.  All of us are busy with our work, our studies, our family, our friends and activities.  We won't be free forever!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I kinda know what I meant but after Fei Wong a.k.a Alan Wong's sharing on Saturday, I understood it fully.  We will never be free to serve God because, 1. We won't have time if we don't spare the time for His work; 2. We will be stretched when we serve even when we seem to have no time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No time- is a proven excuse.  I'm guilty of it.  And his sharing really pointed out my selfishness and laziness.  HE slapped hard on my face.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/S0IJ460Z2UI/AAAAAAAABNY/3GZgClTqV1A/s320/time-management-clock.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422907774773877058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-1344372663074027080?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/1344372663074027080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=1344372663074027080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1344372663074027080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1344372663074027080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-time-is-proven-excuse.html' title='No Time is A Proven Excuse'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/S0IJ460Z2UI/AAAAAAAABNY/3GZgClTqV1A/s72-c/time-management-clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-2738917895658366738</id><published>2010-01-02T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:27:59.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surprises In Times of Trouble</title><content type='html'>I can't help but to be touched by this song.  Indeed, I had gotten a lot of surprises in times of trouble.  Hope that this song will touch you too.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ilVES-R8rhI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ilVES-R8rhI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-2738917895658366738?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/2738917895658366738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=2738917895658366738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2738917895658366738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2738917895658366738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2010/01/surprises-in-times-of-trouble.html' title='The Surprises In Times of Trouble'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-950581104959542688</id><published>2009-12-31T09:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:14:18.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human = Ostrich</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Szv8dA1uHZI/AAAAAAAABMo/4krUCnh5i0g/s1600-h/shell600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Szv8dA1uHZI/AAAAAAAABMo/4krUCnh5i0g/s400/shell600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421204151842250130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bet everyone will have a shell of their own.  Our shells is always the comfort zone.  We tend to be what our past has shaped us.  Some people may not have very tragic past but some people encountered a lot of hurts in the past.  Because of the past hurts and experienced, some of us learn to break every shell that they created during their storms but some choose to stay in their shell and never come out again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for myself, I am not those who would break the shell that I have created.  I'm kinda passive.  How did I feel when I was staying in my shell?  I can testify that it was not any happier.  When I learned to break my shell, there were more pain than staying in the shell.  But the after effect was I have joy and my life and attitude changed.  If you ask me if I wanna go back to the shell that I used to have again, I would say NO.  Well, some times when the situation is so terrible that I'm tempted to give up breaking the shell but to stay in there.  It is definitely not an easy task to break the shell and step out from our comfort zone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some people keep looking back at their past and hoping that others will understand their past thus understand why they are behaving like now.  However, our world is a cruel world.  Who cares about your past?  Well, I guess in the beginning people will try their best to understand and to give in, but we need to grow.  If we are not growing, many people will start to feel fed- up and tend to give up being patient and being understanding.  All of us need to move forward.  People have no time and energy to stay with us in our past.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Szv8UQLEivI/AAAAAAAABMg/g9w5WXr7T8k/s400/ostrich-head.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421204001339509490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also think that we humans are like ostrich.  No matter how high or how low our social status is, no matter how well educated and how out- going we are, there are some parts of our life that we do not want to reveal to others.  Ostriches bury their heads into the ground when they are afraid.  Some of us do too.  On the other hand, some of us, run away, change topic or avoid certain people when the topic of conversation goes across their boundary thinking that we can continue to hide what we want to hide.  We are like OSTRICH!!! *&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I giggle when I am typing this*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;   That means, humans are just as dumb.  We forgot that when we hide some parts of us, we are revealing the other parts of us.  We are created with intelligence and we have the ability to judge things in an acceptable way.  No matter how we hide, some people will still be able to detect what we are trying to hide in their own special way.  The thing is, whether they wanna tell us they know what we are hiding from or not.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Szv8jb7hU4I/AAAAAAAABMw/Wc4EclZ1YFg/s400/81c00_ostrich-burying-head.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421204262193550210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Szv8UQLEivI/AAAAAAAABMg/g9w5WXr7T8k/s1600-h/ostrich-head.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I am an ostrich too!  What is the solution?  I think continue breaking the shell that we form everyday will be it.  I cannot think of any better way right now.  By overcoming our passed hurts is the crucial thing to do.  I think we need to be humble enough to show our weak parts to others.  Maybe we should be proud of the weaknesses that we have especially when we have improved from it.  No weakness, how to improve?  So let's choose now what we wanna be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-950581104959542688?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/950581104959542688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=950581104959542688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/950581104959542688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/950581104959542688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/12/human-ostrich.html' title='Human = Ostrich'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Szv8dA1uHZI/AAAAAAAABMo/4krUCnh5i0g/s72-c/shell600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-1015855928826960830</id><published>2009-12-30T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:37:09.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG!!!  Tomorrow is the last of the year 2009!!!  I am definitely not welcoming it because when the year starts means I have to start working and studying AGAIN!!!  I have not had enough of break yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm... Looking back, a lot had happened this year.  I can proudly say that this year is a fruitful year.  The most memorable and enriched event for me this year is the Ministry Trip to Indonesia.  I like travelling a lot but I am most joyous if I can see things that a normal trip cannot see.  I had never thought that I will stay with ex-lepers in my whole life and acted on stage in a hall full of talented and gifted people.  This was the family that I stayed with.  They were so hospitable.  I wonder how are they now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SztvaB6jFtI/AAAAAAAABMY/Y8NipVKed0M/s400/2572_58774668459_637533459_1582653_4890277_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421049069451810514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm... Besides the Indonesia trip, I couldn't remember what happened in mid- year.  Hmm... I think I'm really getting old.  Aha!  My mum accepted Christ this year.  Hopefully next year will be my dad's turn.  Then our whole family can attend Sunday service together.  However, I felt that I'm stagnant at work.  I really hope that I can get the exchange program to Australia to see what is happening on the other end of the world and hoping to learn much from the people there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah!  Now i remember what happened in mid- year.  I started studying.  It was kinda relaxed and I was so happy because of the compliments from the tutors but it became so taxing especially when I had some other things to do in church and work.  I studied until I wanted to vomit.  But at the same time I experienced grace.  Guess what?  I did not have much time to study for the examination, thus I can only spot questions.  God is so good and gracious, all the questions were what I studied.  My tears nearly rolled down from my eyes at the exam hall.  I am also grateful to have my sister to accompany me to the exam hall as I was not very familiar with the road.  On the way, she helped me revised too.  Hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I typed this since 10pm plus.  Now is already 12:26 am.  I think these are the things that occupied my year.  I am really thankful that I have enough for this year.  Though there were struggles and distress at work, relationships and other minor hiccups, see I'm still in one piece, safe and sound.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not quite welcoming the year to come.  There will be tonnes of challenges ahead which I am quite afraid of.  But I remember what one of my friends had said before.  He said that we should not be afraid anymore when we had tasted so much of God's blessings and grace along the way.  Thus, I am holding on to this and I'm reminded not to be like the Israelites.  I am sure on and off I will be upset because of something and some people but the most important thing to me is the attitude at the end of the day.  Hmm... I am hoping that I will continue to grow to be stronger but not "colder".  Oh God, please do not let my heart grow cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-1015855928826960830?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/1015855928826960830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=1015855928826960830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1015855928826960830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1015855928826960830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SztvaB6jFtI/AAAAAAAABMY/Y8NipVKed0M/s72-c/2572_58774668459_637533459_1582653_4890277_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-933699278992778667</id><published>2009-12-23T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:30:23.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak My Love Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jenn's post attracted me.  This is maybe the 3rd time I take this quiz.  The result is still the same.  Yeah, I love spending time with people that I love, usually one on one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If we understand each other's love language then there will be less problem.  Spending time alone with people that I love is very important to me.  Even if we are not talking, I still feel good.  I'm not only talking about B. G. R.  But also friendship.  I believe true friends do not need many words but there is still quiet understanding between us.  Even if we do not talk when we are together, we won't feel awkward.  Have you experienced this?    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5&gt;I feel loved when...&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt; My Primary Love Language is &lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;table width="250" border="1" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#819CE2" bgcolor="#C2CAE0"&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Detailed Results:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#FBFCFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#E5EBFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#FBFCFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#E5EBFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#FBFCFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h3&gt;About this quiz&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt; Unhappiness in relationships is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages.  It can be helpful to know what language you speak and what language those around you speak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tag 3 people so they can find out what their love language is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://edified.org/myspace/lovelanguage"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:+1;"&gt;Take the Quiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Five%20Love%20Languages&amp;amp;tag=edified-20&amp;amp;index=blended&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:-2;"&gt;Check out the Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-933699278992778667?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/933699278992778667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=933699278992778667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/933699278992778667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/933699278992778667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/12/speak-my-love-language.html' title='Speak My Love Language'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-7386775610953477208</id><published>2009-12-23T12:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:44:32.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Created to Solve Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SzGa8E-XydI/AAAAAAAABMI/ChdkTB-S8bM/s1600-h/IMG_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SzGa8E-XydI/AAAAAAAABMI/ChdkTB-S8bM/s400/IMG_0878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418282183621593554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a tree along the road to Wan Sian's ex- college- KIY (K. Ibrahim Yaakob).  It attracted me because of it's bended trunk.  According to my own analysis, it grew like that because the other trees on the higher ground are blocking it from getting sufficient sunlight.  Thus, it has no choice but to bend itself to get what it needs to live.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SzGeHZ1kdVI/AAAAAAAABMQ/2EN88Vxr4b8/s400/IMG_0880.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418285676735264082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I was watching other trees around, I noticed that the way every tree grows are different.  None of them are exactly the same.  They are just like us, humans!  Each and very one of them are special in terms of colours, sizes, shapes and the way they grow.  If each tree represents each of us, then the way they grow shows our personalities.  Look at the tree above, it's such a huge and tall one.  It grows towards the sky as it does not have any other things blocking it from getting what it needs in life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The tree which bended it's trunk to get what it needs to live alerted me that we are created to solve problems.  We need to use different methods and approaches to solve a problem, even if it is the same old problem.  I know that a tree life is not as complicated as our life but don't forget, God created us with intelligence and wisdom. Thus, we are to think out of the box instead of using the same method and approach to the same issue (or different issues).  Our environment changes, people around us change, and the things around us also change.  So we need to change too.  If we don't change, we will have a lot struggles living in this complicated world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you want to grow towards the sky no matter what or would you prefer to bend your trunk slightly to sustain your life?  Are you rigid or flexible?  Are you able to change but not losing your identity?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-7386775610953477208?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/7386775610953477208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=7386775610953477208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7386775610953477208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7386775610953477208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/12/created-to-solve-problem.html' title='Created to Solve Problem'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SzGa8E-XydI/AAAAAAAABMI/ChdkTB-S8bM/s72-c/IMG_0878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-1192453476197937691</id><published>2009-12-22T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:46:20.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm grateful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This whole week is a very happening week for me.  The stay in UKM, Bangi really reminded me of the days I went through in CECE college and USM, Penang.  Those were the days that I enjoyed most with my course mates.  I'm missing those days and hope that I will have it once more.  Study life is always good and simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I met a lot of my sister's friends.  They are a good bunch and I enjoyed the fellowship we had.  One of her friends asked for my opinions on the issue of relationships.  She is studying the same course as her partner.  They are having an underground relationship as the guy refused to date her openly.  I forgot the reason that he put forth.  She asked me whether when a guy falls for a girl will usually treats the girl very good.  In my opinion, YES!  Then she asked if the treatment will change if the guy and the gal start dating.  In my opinion, I think there will be some changes but not the love that he has for her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, she started telling me about her stories.  This guy had been caring for her very much for almost a year.  Thus, they started dating each other few months ago.  However, things changed.  The guy stopped caring for her and avoided her.  When they meet in class, chatting with their course mates, that guy took her as a stranger.  She couldn't understand why.  Not only that, he kept comparing her with his ex- girl friend and kept saying that she is dumb.  They have not been talking for few months until now.  That girl gave up the relationship but did not tell him.  Lately, he talked to her on messenger and confused her once more.  She wondered if she really loved him or he had become a routine to her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SzGCFAnj48I/AAAAAAAABL4/pOtw_tltGjg/s400/brokenheart.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418254849280304066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really couldn't help her much.  I just asked her to think properly whether to continue or stop and told her that if they manage to get married she cannot blame anyone because she makes that choice.  Yeah, of course, they can divorce after that but I strongly disagree with the idea.  No one would like to divorce I bet.  Hmm... I gave her examples that I experienced with the parents of my students.  I told her the struggles when she does not have support from the husband no matter what and asked her if she can take it when he keeps comparing and doesn't know how to appreciate her.  I hope that she will make the right decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After chatting with her, I reflected on my relationship.  I thank God that he had never scolded me stupid.  The only time was he scolded me out of anger.  The only problem we have is quality time.  Time was the problem and is still the problem though.  But I made the choice so I can't blame him.  Just hope that we will have more time to be together.  I once swore that I will not want a fat guy and will not want a doctor.  But God is so funny.  Many times, I wanted to quit this relationship but He just won't allow.  God insisted that he is the one that I need, at least until now, He still thinks that he is the one I need.  Oh well, many would think that I wanted a handsome guy but no.  I just did not want a fat guy and a doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I concluded and testified that God will always give what you need instead of what you want.  Thus, those who are still seeking for what you want, forget about it and wait for the best thing that God has prepared for you.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cannot imagine myself being compared with other people.  I have been doing this by myself.  If my life partner does this too, then I will surely think that even a dog is better than me.  I would rather die.  How sad!  I also cannot stand if my partner often digs the old issues during present argument.  Frankly, I'm grateful for what I have now.  Many things had happened, good and bad and from bad to worse, those things brought us this far.  Many sorries were said, many thanks were said, many forgiveness applied and many tears was shed.  These are the spices that spiced us up.  Hmm... I really hope that we can keep forgiving each other.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If some one really loves you, he/ she would give you the best and wants you to be happy all the time no matter how sad or hurt he/ she is on the other side of the world.  Am I being too idealistic?  I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SzGDKAH6RFI/AAAAAAAABMA/TSEEaewuBto/s400/i_love_you.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418256034558526546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-1192453476197937691?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/1192453476197937691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=1192453476197937691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1192453476197937691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1192453476197937691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-grateful.html' title='I&apos;m grateful!'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SzGCFAnj48I/AAAAAAAABL4/pOtw_tltGjg/s72-c/brokenheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-2373851108666551749</id><published>2009-12-10T17:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:16:29.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Tony Leong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SyDGhuel75I/AAAAAAAABLI/EimgTHCfBTc/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SyDGhuel75I/AAAAAAAABLI/EimgTHCfBTc/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413545034813665170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was raining cats and dogs.  One of my good friend came back from Singapore.  We decided to visit his grandma together with my sister after work.  After visiting his grandma who has Alzheimer, he suddenly thought of buying cheese cake from Deli Garden.  So, we both sisters waited in the car for him.  I was very in playful mode so I suddenly thought of taking his pictures when he ran out from the shop.  So, for safety sake, I locked the door after he ran to the shop.  I got ready my camera, once he ran out I snapped.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SyDG4_Uu-hI/AAAAAAAABLQ/V65_kA7kCiQ/s400/IMG_0559.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413545434472708626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I waited.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SyDHksktRCI/AAAAAAAABLY/OpZ2BDm2bF0/s400/IMG_0560.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413546185353675810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See?  This is it!  He ran so quickly to the car.  However, I forgot that I had locked the door.  He couldn't open so he knocked on the door.  As he was knocking, I was think," Idiot, open la!"  My sister also did not noticed that the door was locked.  At last I realized that.  Once he got in, we laughed like hell.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SyDH7HfByZI/AAAAAAAABLg/wDe9Qxr2HJM/s400/IMG_0561.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413546570534734226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was trying to snap his wet hair but failed.  He was trying to cover my camera lens but he was too late.  Before we reached this shop, he said that the rain is not heavy, asked me to go stand there to test.  There, after the running in and out of the shop, he finally said that the rain is really heavy.  *Noob*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SyDIwxlMPbI/AAAAAAAABLo/_vLUe85LN30/s400/IMG_0563.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413547492367941042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor thing, his shirt is all wet!  My fault though.  Whenever he is around, we will laugh a lot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Safe journey, dude!  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-2373851108666551749?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/2373851108666551749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=2373851108666551749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2373851108666551749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2373851108666551749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-tony-leong.html' title='For Tony Leong'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SyDGhuel75I/AAAAAAAABLI/EimgTHCfBTc/s72-c/IMG_0558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-1746038360774176452</id><published>2009-12-09T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:32:37.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subculture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are four socialization agents that will influence the process of forming an individual's personalities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i)    Family Influence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ii)   School Role&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;iii)  Peers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iv)  Mass Media&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under Peers, there are 4 sub- cultures, they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Entertainment subculture- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    This group of people emphasize more on outlook, outing and sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Academic subculture- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This group of people emphasize more on academic skills.  They usually go for academic- oriented  activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iii)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Delinquents- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This is the most rebellious group.  They play truancy and often go against the&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;rules in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iv)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Group that is not aligned to anybody-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     This group of people tend to isolate themselves and do not care about what is happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which group do you fall into?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me, I think I am the last one.  I tend to isolate myself for some reasons and I don't really care about things that are not related to me directly.  I do care when I care.  Hmm... This became more appealing to me as I reflected on the friends that I have.  I am like closed to one person of each group and most of my friends don't really know each other.  The closed friends that I have is too random.  Some times it is very hard to go out in a group because they don't know each other.  Thus, I usually don't go out in a group except for the group of friends that know each other.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-1746038360774176452?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/1746038360774176452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=1746038360774176452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1746038360774176452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1746038360774176452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/12/subculture.html' title='Subculture'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-7836556730436404037</id><published>2009-12-08T02:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:04:17.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disorder or What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately, I discovered myself having some psychological problem.  I don't know how it happens and did it really started.  Hmm... I hate the disorder.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few weeks ago, I came home as usual and wanted to take my dinner as usual, alone, as my parents were out.  The dishes were ready on the table covered by the small dish covers.  As I was eating, I found the eggs of the fly.  I think it's because of the hole of that dish cover is not small enough.  I stopped eating as I felt like puking.  I told my mum about it and since then they don't cover the dishes with those covers.  Instead, they kept it them in the microwave and cupboards.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The stories should end there but it didn't.  I kept reflecting upon that incident and it made me stop taking my dinner for a few days or weeks.  Whenever I take dinner, the incident would just pop up in my mind that chased away my appetite.  I just couldn't enjoy my dinner.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another thing is, since the day I reached Penang, I had motion sickness.  I think it's because of the smell of the car and the unsteady driving skills.  Though I was sitting at the co- driver seat, I still got it.  That feeling sucks.  Until now, I'm still feeling it when I'm in the car especially when I'm not the driver.  Worse is, the feeling came when I thought about ship and the winding road.  Sigh... I'm wondering why is it so hard to overcome these feelings even after a few days or even weeks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can it be due to stress?  Or it's my problem?  Why is the motion sickness so serious after this trip?  Suffering.  T.T  How should I overcome it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-7836556730436404037?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/7836556730436404037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=7836556730436404037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7836556730436404037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7836556730436404037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/12/disorder-or-what.html' title='Disorder or What?'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-9091417567011216145</id><published>2009-12-04T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:38:43.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sxf-Kz8fYLI/AAAAAAAABLA/n30CayQWTzg/s1600-h/1129477263_uresredeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sxf-Kz8fYLI/AAAAAAAABLA/n30CayQWTzg/s400/1129477263_uresredeye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411072939005010098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, it's time to take a break.  It's now 3.12 in the morning.  I was trying to study as much as I can.  Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was chatting with a friend before I started doing my revision.  This friend asked if I believe in coincidence or the One in Heaven pre- plans everything.  I told him,"No, I don't believe in coincidence."  He gave me a scenario like this.  "If one day your car break down by the roadside and your friend passes by and stops to lend you a hand.  Isn't that a coincidence?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still I said it's not a coincidence because at the end of the day I will surely thank God for providing me help.  I may have prayed when I'm in such situation or if my friend is a Christian, he/ she may have prayed and asked God to use them in any way.  Thus, it's very hard to judge whether it's a coincidence as we do not know the unknown.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately I am really stressed out by my studies.  Exam is around the corner and I am not well prepared yet.  On Wednesday, it was my turn to share something during our weekly devotion time.  I struggled so much to pick a topic to share.  I had nothing in mind even after I prayed.  Until the very last minute, I simply picked one and shared.  It wasn't fluent as I did not prepare.  I just read from the book.  However, my sharing was in lined with what one of my colleagues faced for the past few weeks.  Was it a coincidence?  I bet it wasn't because there was a real life experience to match with what God wanted to teach us.  It wasn't a coincidence as I did pray for a topic.  Though I picked it randomly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another example that I gave was blog.  The authors of blogs will not know if their posts about their lives, interest and problem will impact anyone.  Some of them write because of interest and the posts maybe updates for friends and family.  However, when someone somewhere starts surfing for something and so happen this person from the other side of the world comes across the blog and it then leaves an impact on that someone or motivated that someone from the other side of the world.  How do you explain this?  This friend of mine experienced it himself.  I bet everything happens for a reason.  A reason that no one knows until the puzzle of life is done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my life, there is no such thing as coincidence because my everyday is a gift from God.  There is this quote says "Today is a gift that's why it is called "PRESENT".  The fact that I am able to wake up in the morning is already a miracle, a chance to live my life again, a chance to repent and a chance to contribute.  Well, no doubt, it's another chance to make mistake too.  Choose your day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-9091417567011216145?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/9091417567011216145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=9091417567011216145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/9091417567011216145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/9091417567011216145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/12/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence?'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sxf-Kz8fYLI/AAAAAAAABLA/n30CayQWTzg/s72-c/1129477263_uresredeye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-937668413264080178</id><published>2009-12-01T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:34:23.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Special Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SxUNRAlOKCI/AAAAAAAABKw/UnI4fKxbltA/s1600/downschild-255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SxUNRAlOKCI/AAAAAAAABKw/UnI4fKxbltA/s400/downschild-255.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410245113220573218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here I am one again, escaping from studies to crap here.  I couldn't find the answer for one of the questions.  THUS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have things to crap, my mind is very active especially when I am under stress.  It's too active until I troubled troubles then went blur.  LOL!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm... I got to know that one of the special adults at my work place kept calling another colleague.  They are of different gender.  So, something is happening in one of them.  This is not the first time that my this special colleague calls up somebody that this colleague shows affections to.  I got to know about it from a few of my friends who got the same sort of call from the same person.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, we are adults.  As we grow we will sure fall for some one.  When we fall for some one, of course we would like to always get to see that person and also wanna hear that person's voice.  This is really SO normal.  However, people with special needs are not encourage to have the other half most of the time.  *pity them* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This colleague can call that person a few times in a day.  The family don't know about this yet.  And my boss also don't know about it.  Maybe she knows.  *shrug*  Previously, some of my friends purposely cancelled the call as they did not know what to do.  I think this will frighten people who don't understand and may cause them to stay away from adults with learning disabilities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I talked to this special colleague today.  I wanted to stop this colleague to keep calling and misunderstand that they are couple.  Hmm... After our talk, and this special one promised not to call again.  After this special one left my desk, a thought came to my mind,"this is normal for every grown ups.  Even homo- sexual shows affections to their kind.  Why not these adults with special needs?  It's so hard to control affections.  Missing somebody is not something fun.  It's painful some times.  Am I cruel and am I doing what is right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started feeling sorry for them as they don't have a choice to love but to stop loving.  I can comprehend the pain.  I really wonder how is this special one gonna pass tonight.  Tonight will be a long night I guess.  Or may be not, as they are so used to be conditioned.  Maybe this special one will be able to handle better than most of us the so called NORMAL ones?  Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-937668413264080178?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/937668413264080178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=937668413264080178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/937668413264080178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/937668413264080178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-special-love.html' title='No Special Love?'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SxUNRAlOKCI/AAAAAAAABKw/UnI4fKxbltA/s72-c/downschild-255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-379020422624104656</id><published>2009-11-30T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:17:01.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPP72TEXwXs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPP72TEXwXs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-379020422624104656?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/379020422624104656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=379020422624104656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/379020422624104656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/379020422624104656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-christmas-time.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Time'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-4683275412220975200</id><published>2009-11-30T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:10:40.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Meaning Of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ahh... It's Christmas time.  I just can't wait any longer.  Christmas time is a joyful time for me, no matter how I would celebrate it, it'll still be a joyful day for me.  It's a meaningful day, a day that hope, love, joy and peace came to the earth.  A day that lightened up the world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;At this time of the year, most pubs and discos will have some count down parties.  Youngster will go out and have fun together.  Most of the time, we celebrate it like how we celebrate New Year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What is Christmas all about?  Watch this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKk9rv2hUfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKk9rv2hUfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the angel said unto them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;img align="top" border="0" height="190" src="http://www.dltk-holidays.com/Xmas/images/j0098109.gif" width="181" /&gt;   LUKE 2:8-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, Times, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is another video link that will explain clearly to you if you would like to know the true meaning of Christmas.  Enjoy!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.christiananswers.net/hope/thehope-c8.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-4683275412220975200?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/4683275412220975200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=4683275412220975200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4683275412220975200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4683275412220975200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/11/true-meaning-of-christmas.html' title='The True Meaning Of Christmas'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-278398693088422956</id><published>2009-11-29T11:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:41:39.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.breitbart.tv/wp-cohttp://www.breitbart.tv/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/myanmar.jpgntent/uploads/2008/05/myanmar.jpg'/><title type='text'>Live With A Thankful Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/5212/myanmar1fs9.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/5212/myanmar1fs9.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;morning as I woke up, I wasn't really prepared to go to church to worship.  Last night, I spent much of my time changing and editing my blog skin and layout.  Then I went back to my studies.  I planned to study until very late at night as I do not have much time left.  But my body couldn't take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Frankly, I found this subject that I'm studying is kinda hard to absorb.  I'm currently studying Education Sociology and Philosophy in Malaysia.  The module is like a history book to me.  I've a lot to remember.  I thought that I dislike this subject but in fact I like it much.  Just that I dislike the history and so on.  Few more days to exam week.  Gosh!  I'm not ready at all.  Have not even started doing the past years questions.  This is one of the worries that I'm having.  Many times, I tried to run away from studying it and kept myself busy with other things.  Like now.  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SxH3jVbQQ_I/AAAAAAAABJ0/qsUcvWOPHn8/s400/07myanmar-600.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409376813867615218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Another problem is financial.  Sigh... Next semester is coming soon which means I have to pay for the fees soon.  It costs me Rm1560.  I was kinda worry about it and also about the new house.  The renovation is almost complete.  Now the house is at furnishing stage.  It's about money again.  Thus, I woke this morning with all these worries and I was thinking if it's possible to have increment and I was thinking to get part time jobs which is so impossible as I am working and studying.  I won't have time for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After my shower, I left the worries behind and went to church.  I worshiped and I felt like crying.  But I just couldn't.  Not because I was sad over what I'm worrying about but I think I'm touched to be back in church standing in the midst of all brethren and having peace and strength to sing praises to Him.  I am still alive and I am still still blessed with many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SxH45meCYeI/AAAAAAAABJ8/vpllKyuQD5k/s400/Myanmar-Cyclone.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409378295911440866" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This thought was strengthened by the message that uncle William shared on the pulpit.  He was sharing about his mission trip in Myanmar.  Not long ago I went to Indonesia for a mission exposure.  Like what uncle William said, we only see poverty in the outskirts.  He said that Myanmar is different.  They can see poverty right in the center of the city.  I couldn't imagine how it is like.  According to him, many of the people there are well- educated.  Some of them are graduates but they have no choice but to do any jobs that are available there.  All because of poverty.  This really struck me.  Few hours ago, I was thinking about increment.  Few hours later I was told that these people are not doing jobs that they are suppose to do and they are not earning much.  Graduates, none of the graduates here in Malaysia would want to be a mere book-seller by the roadside.  We complain about our jobs, our colleagues, the bad treatment by our bosses and so on.  We are not contented at all I bet.  I am one of them.  The fact that I questioned about charity workers' salary, I am not contented.  I claimed that I am not a person who would work for money as I won't be happy when I am just working for money, am I really not bothered by the amount I'm getting? I wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.breitbart.tv/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/myanmar.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As for students, they complain about their school facilities, school teachers and all.  What about the children in Myanmar?  Some of them can't even afford to go to schools.  Some of them can't even enjoy like how we can over here in Malaysia.  Oh well, don't get me wrong.  I know we all have different lifestyle and all of us have our own ideal life.  It's not wrong at all.  Just that I felt that we should not be too demanding in certain aspects of life.  We should always be thankful and feel contented with what we have.  This attitude will help us be less competitive.  When we are less competitive, we would less likely become the slave of money.  We will be more joyful as well.  At least we do not need to beg for money like the poor children in Myanmar, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SxH5bBra0PI/AAAAAAAABKE/pzIq9Xk5DW4/s400/12myanmar.xlarge2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409378870151008498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, let us be thankful that we are still living comfortably here on earth.  Let's remember those who are starving when have so much good food to enjoy; remember the homeless when we are resting peacefully at home; and enjoy our work when some people don't even have a chance to work.  We have more than what we need, don't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-278398693088422956?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/278398693088422956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=278398693088422956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/278398693088422956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/278398693088422956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/11/live-with-thankful-heart.html' title='Live With A Thankful Heart'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SxH3jVbQQ_I/AAAAAAAABJ0/qsUcvWOPHn8/s72-c/07myanmar-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-4907792398277315158</id><published>2009-11-28T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:31:32.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lately, I'm really addicted to listening to this song called GRACE by Laura Story.  I love her voice and the lyrics of the song are the voice of my heart.  Most of it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was touched that He wanted me, when there is somebody else who can do better than me, who are stronger than me, but He chose me.  I really don't deserve whatever that I am having right now.  Who am I to serve the King of all kings and the Lord of all lords.  Who am I?  He chose to be patient with me knowing that I will make a lot of mistakes and I will even blame Him for putting me in such a situation.  Without all these, I won't grow, I won't come out from my comfort zone.  I won't learn anything at all.  I'm thankful to have problems and pressure.  I'm really thankful.  That's when I know that I'm not alone.  That's when I know that I'm precious.  That's when I know who I really am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-FribXzqHVE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-FribXzqHVE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-4907792398277315158?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/4907792398277315158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=4907792398277315158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4907792398277315158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4907792398277315158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/11/grace.html' title='GRACE'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-2489009227292705723</id><published>2009-11-27T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:30:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday School Closing 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36ddad15afd84b72" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36ddad15afd84b72%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330316632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52E6F88E6CD6494192B9625601705321E8AAA9E4.4923CE5306FA0A342EE39B70632DB0290B7127B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36ddad15afd84b72%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd6cOhjL-4G0OtpgDhX2aq8b1ZiI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36ddad15afd84b72%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330316632%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52E6F88E6CD6494192B9625601705321E8AAA9E4.4923CE5306FA0A342EE39B70632DB0290B7127B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36ddad15afd84b72%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd6cOhjL-4G0OtpgDhX2aq8b1ZiI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Arghhh!!!  I'm missing them like crazy.  I miss the time we spent together.  The fun, sadness, tantrums and excitement we shared during our practices and during our lessons.  This year's preparation and people meant so much to me.  I couldn't think of the reasons.  But I just felt that this year's closing was so different compared to previous years.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm... These group of kids really pleased me well.  Most of them are very helpful in nature.  This year we did something different besides learning about the stories in the bible.  We learnt about contentment, taking care and helping the special ones, focus on good things and appreciate the people and things around us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The best thing is not because of we did something different but it's when I saw some of them applying what they had learned into their lives.  I'm most blessed to see them doing so.  Yes!  This is the ultimate objective of teaching them such values.  During our lessons, we may have some video- showings at the end of the class.  Some videos really touched the soft part of their hearts that their tears swelled in their little eyes.  I really thank God for putting things into place for this little ones to learn to be helpful, to be sensitive to others' needs and to be able to accept the special ones in class as well as always ready to help and guide them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The most touching moment is when they start talking to me about their lives in schools, about their  teachers and some gossips.  LOL!  They made me feel that I'm accepted.  This is the most wonderful thing for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year, I started the practice late as I was bogged down by a lot of other things like work and studies.  I had three assignments and I was expected to complete them in a month.  YES!  All three of them.  I was quite stressful and my mind was not able to function until the very last minute that I forced myself to quiet down and start thinking about it.  Thanks to Mun Yan who gave me an idea.  Thus, we started preparing the costumes and all for the kids after the flow of the presentation was done.  We started the preparation late too.  I was so reluctant to stay back after church and to go back to church on week days to do all the drawings, cuttings and pasting as I have to finish my assignments.  To complete one masks took us each an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank God that I managed to complete the assignments in time and also the preparations in time.  We were blessed with another friend to help us on the last day of the preparation too.  See, when God started the idea, He will make all things right.  We just need to put in the effort that we should and leave the rest to Him.  Guess what?  I got all distinctions for my three assignments.  This was really a surprised and a great blessing to help me move on.  Hmm... I can't help but to say that God will never forsake us when we seek Him first.  He will make our path straight as long as we trust and walk with Him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe this is the reason why this year's Sunday School closing meant so much to me.  I experienced the goodness and faithfulness of God.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-2489009227292705723?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/2489009227292705723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=2489009227292705723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2489009227292705723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2489009227292705723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-school-closing-2009.html' title='Sunday School Closing 2009'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-9139375195450366143</id><published>2009-09-22T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:57:43.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished</title><content type='html'>19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; September 2009 was the day I went to Singapore with my sister to visit another sister.  We traveled there by bus and it was a superb journey as I got to watch two movies, one with my sister and the other by myself. I managed to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt; which I had missed when it was up.  I won't do this when I'm at home.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...I started to have motion sickness after I had finished the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; movie.  Thus, I nap.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; bus station at around 4.30pm.  We met my friend there and then we took a cab to the hotel that I had booked earlier.  We checked in and sat in the room for a while discussing what to do during that few hours.  My sister decided to go Singapore.  So off we went.  I was reluctant as the sickness made me feel really unwell and I was kind of afraid to travel by bus again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we crossed the river, my friend wanted to bring us to the nice Curry Fish Head for dinner but it was closed.  *Sad*    I thought that would be something that could help me reduce the feeling of that sickness.  We have no choice but to have our dinner at one of the shops in City Square.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... We had something that was kind of similar to Kenny Roger's but it was not really good plus I did not have appetite.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought of going to the night safari but we did not make it as the time was so late when we reached Singapore.  So, my friend brought us to a few places which are so happening at night.  Those places were Marina Bay and Clark Quay.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... We were all so full that we did not eat anything nor drink anything there.  In addition, the things there are so expensive.  Anyway, we enjoyed walking there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;.  We stayed a night there.  Since the minute I reached there, my friend had not stopped asking me the reason I went there.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I found it so hard to have to explain to him.  Even after I explained to him, he just couldn't comprehend.  He kept asking me to call her but I just did not feel like doing so.  I told him that I will call her tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning I heard somebody was singing worship songs upstairs.  We were having our breakfast near the lobby.  True enough, that hotel owner is Christian.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... I felt so touched to hear those songs.  Right then, I received an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; from my sister.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SMSed&lt;/span&gt; me just to ask me to help her to get something from a friend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/span&gt;.  I called her telling her that I have something to passed to her.  She and her boyfriend came to the hotel that we stayed.  They were heading to somewhere else.  So we did not have serious talk though.  We managed to pass her a Chinese bible and the letter that I wrote to her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They left for their activities and we left to Singapore again.  I hope so much to visit the aquarium but the timing was really bad and there were so many people every where.  At the end we were bought to the biggest and newest shopping complex- ION.  The building is really impressive.  I liked one of the shops there called National Geographic.  It's so impressive.  Then we went to Orchard and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Vivocity&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... We walked so much!  The next time I go, I know my way already.  Thanks to my friend who brought us from one place to another.  We had almost visited all the places at red zone.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mission accomplished, at least i got to meet my sister for a short while and managed to convey the message to her and passed her a bible.  Yeah!!!  And through this trip, I got to know that I have a good friend.  He was so patient with us.  And also want to thanks those who prayed for me/us before and after I left.  Indeed, it wasn't a bad trip at all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-9139375195450366143?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/9139375195450366143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=9139375195450366143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/9139375195450366143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/9139375195450366143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/09/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-6245332908138113174</id><published>2009-09-11T07:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:39:25.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Too Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ah, Lord God! Behold, You have made the heavens and the earth by Your great power and outstretched arm. There is nothing too hard for You. You show lovingkindness to thousands, and repay the iniquity of the fathers into the bosom of their children after them - the Great, the Mighty God, whose name is the Lord of hosts. You are great in counsel and mighty in work, for your eyes are open to all the ways of the sons of men, to give everyone according to his ways and according to the fruit of his doings. (Jeremiah 32:17-19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;A friend encouraged me saying," If I have decided to go, even if this trip may not be a pleasant or fruitful one, but since I have decided to go, I will trust in the Lord to lead and to help."  This is another assurance that I got from a friend.  I was thinking to myself,"Yeah, where has my faith gone?  Didn't I tell Wan Sian the same thing?  Didn't I tell myself not to be terrified no matter what happens?  There's always a way out."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;NOTHING IS TOO HARD FOR THE LORD.  This phrase from the verses above do assure me of that my God can do great and mighty things that is beyond what I can imagine.  Suddenly felt like I am the Israelites who experienced tonnes of miracles and mercy from God but yet have no faith.  I still complain and terriefied.  Hmm... HUMAN???  So tired.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I am blessed to have friends that are praying for my sister all this while.  I believe He can turn the world around even if it's just for her.  I believe and I hope I won't lose this when the days pass. * Finger Crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-6245332908138113174?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/6245332908138113174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=6245332908138113174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6245332908138113174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6245332908138113174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-is-too-hard.html' title='Nothing is Too Hard'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-5401346158763487486</id><published>2009-09-10T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:36:39.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Bring Me Home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This was posted by a friend of mine a couple of days ago.  I did not watch it until today as I was really lost and confused.  Lately I really find that online and reaaranging my farm at Farm Town helped me escape or be away from the things that are troubling me at least for a few hours.  Hmm...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister who is working in Singapore but staying in JB has not been well for at least 2 months.  We kept in touch especially lately as she was having some real heart breaking problems.  Our talk has been well until she felt so hopeless one day and since that day she refused to answer my call and not replying my SMSes too.  I was so worried and I am still worrying.  Sigh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been seeking advices and opinions from family and friends.  And finally I decided to go.  However, everytime I came home, my mum would say something to discourage me.  She has her point but still I did not have peace.  Same thing happened today, I had decided but was turned down by mum.  Once again, I seek opinions and advices and I kept asking people to pray for me.  I am too anxious till I couldn't focus in prayer.  I can only quiet down when I lied on the bed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Kian Aun, this maybe what I had pronounced it to happen during that care group sharing.  My relationship with God is running low.  I am medium low now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm... Today will be the last time for me to be shaken.  Both Wan Sian and I have decided and agreed to make a trip there no matter what.  Unless there's no bus tickets available anymore.  KTM confirmed no more tickets (sobs).  I have decided to go and I'm standing firm on my decision this time after watching this short video on Alzimier.  Well, my sister doesn't have that but I do not want to regret when something happen to her over there because of lack of support.  We are going to show our love to her by our actions.  Hmm... Please... I am pleading for prayer.  Pray that she will meet me as now she refused to give us her address.  And she is giving a lot of excuses for not meeting up.  I have a week time.  I hope that our earnest prayer will change her heart.  Also pray that she can see why we are doing this.  Even if this time I do not have a chance to have serious talk with her, I hope that she knows that we are there for her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Nick for the video.  I wept straight away.  So sad.  This video reminded me of how we have been taking things and people for granted.  It urged me to forgive people and treasure things an people around me.  I love all of you SO much.  I'm blessed to have you guys.  Everyone of you who cross my path.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iXPHhfk_7E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iXPHhfk_7E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-5401346158763487486?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/5401346158763487486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=5401346158763487486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5401346158763487486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5401346158763487486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-bring-me-home.html' title='Can You Bring Me Home?'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-3950967543019560428</id><published>2009-08-21T06:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:43:19.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Hour of Prayer</title><content type='html'>I just woke up from my 4 hour of sleep with this song in my mind.  So I went to Yputube to look for it.  Hmm... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K7KEntVbaCY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K7KEntVbaCY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-3950967543019560428?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/3950967543019560428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=3950967543019560428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/3950967543019560428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/3950967543019560428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-hour-of-prayer.html' title='Sweet Hour of Prayer'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-7616108597413232414</id><published>2009-08-15T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:57:33.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE</title><content type='html'>Days before Monday, I have been thinking through if I should really trust her again as our relationship has been well again.  I mean the anger in me had been resolved I do not know since when.  No matter how, she brought a lot of unhappiness and challenges in to my life.  I was once gone mad because of the poor stress management.  Stress from her.  Sigh... &lt;div&gt;But now I won't be like before.  I will never ever go back to be like that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tonnes of lies and stories that she made up out of no where and the problems that she had created since the day she came to work with us really freak me out and lately something happened again.  Though I'm not involved.  I'm reminded, especially today, that I should not get too close with her or trust her fully.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need wisdom to judge what's right and wrong.  I need wisdom so that I will not fall into her trap.  I really need to be careful.  I don't want to get myself hurt.  I also bear in mind that as long as I'm doing what is right, she will not have a chance to trap me.  Even if she does, the truth will be revealed one day and God will be fair to the innocent.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I should thank her also.  The challenges that she placed in my life changed me.  The circumstances transformed me to be a stronger and more steady person.  This helped me realised that trials will make us smarter and stronger and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; believe that all things are possible.  And the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;righteous&lt;/span&gt; will never ever be defeated by the evil.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there is still minor fear in me.  Everything will be fine I bet!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-7616108597413232414?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/7616108597413232414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=7616108597413232414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7616108597413232414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7616108597413232414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/08/beware.html' title='BEWARE'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-7621750436419946916</id><published>2009-08-14T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:53:14.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long lost song from my phone and my PC!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eWFJ_rykyA4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eWFJ_rykyA4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-7621750436419946916?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/7621750436419946916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=7621750436419946916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7621750436419946916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7621750436419946916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-lost-song-from-my-phone-and-my-pc.html' title=''/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-6977826174133449381</id><published>2009-08-12T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:31:30.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Not Alone</title><content type='html'>I am not really MJ's fans.  But I was and is still attracted to a few of his songs which were related to wolrd peace and children etc.  However, tonight when I was having supper out there, this song filled my heart with comfort and assuring me that I am really not alone.  That night I really felt so so so lonely till I cried.  Sound silly I know.  I just don't know why I was feeling so lonely suddenly.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/asfiKvQxbnM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/asfiKvQxbnM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-6977826174133449381?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/6977826174133449381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=6977826174133449381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6977826174133449381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6977826174133449381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-are-not-alone.html' title='You Are Not Alone'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-3005011642433835921</id><published>2009-08-12T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:36:47.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy Diary :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SoLLUX0QypI/AAAAAAAABJc/WlGX9xT8dP4/s1600-h/DSC02342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SoLLUX0QypI/AAAAAAAABJc/WlGX9xT8dP4/s320/DSC02342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369077256630094482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Sunday, I started this Happy Diary with the kids.  I'm not sure what really make them happy.  They maybe writing because I asked them to write.  I asked them to think of three things that make them happy this whole week.  I guess three things is not too much for a week though.  Anyway, this is one that I find it very true from the kid.  He is not standard 5.  I bet he knows what he is writing.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... And he was being funny too.  The 3rd thing that made him happy he wrote "Happy because never got H3N2."  He was really trying to be funny.  This diary is the most creative one.  He drew a few trees there with the letter Y.  He's my ex- student's brother.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;...  My partner and I had listed him in the most creative category.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The objective of writing this happy diary is to promote positive thinking.  This is a good reminder and practice for myself too.  It helps me to be able to concentrate on happy and motivating things rather than those that cause me a lot of headaches.  I hope that all of us will make this a habit so that we can live a healthier life emotionally and then physically.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-3005011642433835921?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/3005011642433835921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=3005011642433835921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/3005011642433835921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/3005011642433835921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-happy-diary.html' title='My Happy Diary :)'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SoLLUX0QypI/AAAAAAAABJc/WlGX9xT8dP4/s72-c/DSC02342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-2811849509222418672</id><published>2009-08-11T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:41:08.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song with my "name"</title><content type='html'>Vincent, long time did not hear you sing :P  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SoAjCkSHUqI/AAAAAAAABJU/WLTly7ITA18/s320/DSC02346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368329282831995554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was one of the boys whom I had taught for 4 years in the Sunday class.  How did it happen?  I am not sure.  Usually we will only teach each group for the most 2 years.  Since they were standard 2 I was already their teacher.  This group of boys were the most challenging ones for me as I was quite new, lazy and not resourceful during that time.  Can you imagine they are now 13 years old.  Hmm... I miss those days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This boys is especially special because he acted like adult when he was standard 3.  Every time he entered the classroom, he will sure give me a hand shake and then said "long time no see."  I was quite afraid of him during that time because he is too friendly and warmth.  He even felt unhappy when I had a hair cut those days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few of my friends and I brought them to Kledang Hill one day.  We walked together and whenever we took pictures, he will sure stand either next to me or behind me.  I was like trying to avoid him.  I just did not feel comfortable about it.  I told my partner about it and asked her to observed and she agreed with me.  Maybe that was his way of showing preference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They left me at 11 years old.  They were promoted to another class.  I miss them SO much.  I was too used to their noises and their mischievousness.  I loved them and I'm still loving them.  I really hope that they will remember me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-7422593717628603613?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/7422593717628603613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=7422593717628603613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7422593717628603613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7422593717628603613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/08/those-were-days.html' title='Those were the Days'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SoAjCkSHUqI/AAAAAAAABJU/WLTly7ITA18/s72-c/DSC02346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-4563827730012139798</id><published>2009-08-08T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:33:12.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I was reminded to update my blog.  I had been trying to post but somehow, I was distracted by things around me especially now I've been playing some games on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  Thus whenever I online I will be playing with it.  I attempted to blog for 2 days but I just couldn't continue due to the distractions.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'd asked people to pray for me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;regarding&lt;/span&gt; my colleague and I, I should update those who have been praying for me here.  I appreciate the prayers that you guys have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uttered&lt;/span&gt;.  I managed to resolve the anger and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dissatisfaction&lt;/span&gt; in me, completely I would say.  I can now talk to her more than work issues and I can now smile to her and the patience that I long lost is back.  I'm not reluctant to go work anymore and I am not hoping to get sick now.  Things have been quite smooth for these few weeks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for where I am now.  The place that I am working is like another mother to me.  A place that taught and is still teaching me a lot of things about life and to accept the unlovely.  The daily challenges that I face make me a calmer person when comes to handling problems.  This is a place that helped me talk confidently in front of others. I was made more analytical and I learn not to jump into conclusion too fast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I think back, I am not regret of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; of working there.  The satisfaction that I get from this job is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt;.  It is more than just a job.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, my studies is going well at the moment as I did not really have much to handle this semester.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt; semester I bet I will have more to handle and more to study.  I enjoy studying though I may feel stressful when I have to meet datelines.  Indeed, work and study is not an easy thing to do.  I hope my studies will not affect my performance at work and I do not want it to become something that hinder me from serving Sunday School and other related ministries as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, thanks for your prayers and support in many ways.  I am good now :) I'm looking forward to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kidzgames&lt;/span&gt; training which is coming soon.  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The plan was to continue my report at 8pm.  Until now I am still not doing it.  My emotion is really disturbed.  I thought of the student who passed away a few months which now only I knew.  I thought of her mother who passed away last year too... This add on to my emo night...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that I am just so helpless.  I have given my best, I have controled myself well enough.  I really did.  I have been patient enough even if it is over my limit.  I swallow whatever that I do not like, whatever words that you used to tarnish me, whateve lies you told to me, whatever noise you make.  I took it all.  I accepted you as you are.  My only request to you is not to create problems.  I am really so tired.  Can you just let me go.  Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... Have I not done enough but to get this again and again?  Sigh... Are you really learning?  My boss called me in today to talk about something.  Before she started she reminded me not to lose weight anymore, she said my face is getting thinner and thinner.  How not to?  I really don't know how not to...  Not that I want.  Who would want to be ugly?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... OH God, You know my name, You know my everthing.  You know every struggle that I am going through.  Please take charge of me, I believe Lord, I believe that You will be there for me.  Yes Lord, I need You so much.  I really need strength and courage.  Lord, help me not to run away, not to pressure myself.  You know my heart, You know what I'm thinking.  Lord, give me, give me bravery.  Lord please take it away!  I'm broken.  Heal me Lord!!!  Keep me under Your wings and hold me tight.  I'm feeling so insecure.  I'm really so afraid.  Take me!  T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;set me free Lord.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-5137141424162048553?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/5137141424162048553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=5137141424162048553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5137141424162048553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5137141424162048553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/07/tt.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-8986709616455604542</id><published>2009-07-01T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:33:57.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying Angel vs. Blackshirt Angel</title><content type='html'>I have been counselling a mother as I got to know about her family situations.  She has an 8- year old daughter and a 4- year old autistic daughter.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her problem with the autistic girl is better as we continuously guiding her.  But the her problem with the 8- year old girl is bad.  The girl does not really like her younger sister because since she came, all the attention she got from her parents disappeared.  She experienced sudden lost of love.  She felt that her mum loves her sister more than her.  In addition, her mum told her once that she is not her biological daughter.  This little girl took it seriously.  She went round asking if this is true.  She asked her grandparents and other relatives.  She also told her friends about this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was stunt to know that she told her that because this statement is gonna hurt the girl.  Some more the sudden lost of love will assure her that this is true.  I encouraged the mother to explain to her daughter because I foresee this will lead to greater problem.  After that little girl got to know the her mum is her mum, I guess she is happy and she told her friends that her mum was just joking with her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little girl seems to have the habit to write.  The reason she write is to express herself.  She wrote a letter one day saying,"You will not be able to see me anymore.  Even after 100 years you wont be able to see me. I wanna leave now.  You don't love me anymore.  I love you."  At the back of that paper she wrote," Go away, don't talk to me."  This is what her mother always says to her.  I think she is a talkative girl.  A child being a child, she would have a lot of questions to ask.  Few weeks before this her mum told me that she found this paper.  Yesterday, she brought to me and I read it.  I nearly broke down when I saw that little letter.  She drew a crying angel in the middle of that paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, her mom feels uneasy to hug her.  The reason is she thinks that she has grown up so she doesn't need anything like this.  I encourage her to start feeding her with loving touch if not as she grows she will seek love out out there.  Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever the mother came to talk to me with teary eyes, I will become like that also.  But I control myself.  I pity the family.  Yeah, frankly they really need "family therapy".  I feel for the girl and I understand her feeling.  When the closest ones become "strangers", there's no one to turn to, no one to depend on.  The feeling of being rejected is too hurtful.  I hope I will be able to help her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This reminded me of myself, I used to call myself Blackshirt Angel.  I wrote to pen pals.  I wrote to bridges and I wrote to a dead person that I do not know.  I did not know God that time.  I was a confused and a lost child.  ICQ and Chatroom was a place for me to release my sadness but not to people that I know, only strangers.  All these passed.  Life went on until now.  I'm still alive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear girl, you are not alone.  There is some ONE up there knows your struggles.  He knows everything about you.  Even if everyone rejects you or leave you alone, He will be there.  I hope that you will find Him.  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Hopefully tomorrow will be fine.  I have been avoiding a few things.  Sensitive issues.  I was hoping to let time dilute the issues so that I can stand up again.  Now?!!!  Things got worse.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been feeling so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;insecure&lt;/span&gt; working with one of my colleagues.  I used to care very much for her as she is a single parent.  Since the day I started working with her, there are never ending stories and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suspense&lt;/span&gt; in my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever that had happened before this, I have already forgiven her.  I still remember how I comforted her and be there for her when she was hurt by a parent.  I would not be able to do that if I did not forgive her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, there were too many things happening at my work place.  Her presence really cause a lot of stress to us.  Since she started working with us, more rules were set to decrease the rate of misunderstandings and arguments between colleagues.  The place that I found peace and joy became a place of HELL.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told one of my colleagues whom I work directly with besides her, about my attitude towards her.  I requested her to pray with me.  I did not want her to misunderstand but to understand why am I so cold to her.  I do not know since when I have decided not to have any close relationship with her.  I do not know when I have decided not to let her intrude my personal life.  I have decided not to talk about anything with her besides work issues.  I have set up a wall between us to protect myself.  I do not want to get stupid hurt from her.  I do not want to be accused, I do not want to hear anymore last word from her lips.  If I can, I do not want to hear her talk at all.  It's noise to me.  I cannot take it.  I do not want to hear anymore excuses and I do not want to hear " I thought of doing it before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; say so!"  She just can't admit but always apologises on unimportant things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M SO TIRED OF ALL THESE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to avoid talking about this issue with her and I did not plan to confront her either.  Who am I to confront her on certain things that I dislike or things that I cannot agree with!  I DID NOT EVEN WANT TO MENTION!!!  I just wanted peaceful days of work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, she did not prepare her work, AGAIN.  She was sitting there, chatting.  I wasn't annoyed but I kindly reminded her to prepare her session.  Okay, fine, she got up and prepared.  BUT... She did not put in effort to think how to present it.  It was a very simple session which we have been doing it all these while, quite regularly.  When she presented it, I was so disappointed.  I told her what to do but she did  not want to listen, she continued hey way.  I just gave her a stare at that time as there were parents around.  So it's not that nice confronting her in front of them. Anyway, I decided not to correct her but to let her reflect.  She knew her flaws.  I expected her to know.  She corrected herself did better for next sessions.  Still I did not mention anything.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 20 minutes before 5pm.  She approached me saying that she had things to discuss with me.  I was quite reluctant as I do not want to talk to her.  I thought it was related to work.  But it was related to the sensitive issue.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked me why I seemed to change.  She said last time 3 of us worked quite well.  She really thought so.  Anyway, I did not want to talk about that.  She went on asking me what had happened and continued asking me not to care what had happened and what other might have said about her.  When I heard her pushing the responsibilities to others, I was annoyed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not raise my voice but I told her firmly that I do not want to have any close relationship with her.  We are colleagues, nothing more than that.  That was the line I drew with her yesterday.  I must be out of my mind,  I really was.  I told her that I am very stressful working with her and I questioned her in return,"  What do you want me to do? Have I not done my part telling you, correcting you?  But you did not want to follow.  I confronted you, I tried to be your friend.  You kept pushing me away plus talking bad about me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accusing&lt;/span&gt; me etc.  You are driving me crazy.  I tried to protect you, give you chance to improve.  When "boss" questioned me about your performance, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;struggled&lt;/span&gt;.  I told her the truth then you got from her.  If I do not tell, I am lying.  What do you want me to do?  What else can I do?  Whatever lies you told I already knew.  I experienced it myself.  I did not care what other people talk about you.  Did you do your part? Do not always point the finger at people, please reflect upon yourself!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really straight forward.  I did not plan my speech.  I felt troubled after telling her that and I hate myself for not being able to control my words.  On the other hand, this maybe able to alert her.  She did not treasure my heart, now that my heart is cold, I really need time to get back that warmth towards her again.  I really need it.  Sigh... I couldn't concentrate on whatever I do due to this problem.  This is only one of them.  Sigh...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same thing will not happen the same twice.  It's hard to love again like how you have loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-4443532801623047220?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/4443532801623047220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=4443532801623047220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4443532801623047220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4443532801623047220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-hard-to-love-again.html' title='It&apos;s Hard to Love Again'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-2060833921873465642</id><published>2009-06-10T22:07:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:00:10.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beloved Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_I4NbkqBI/AAAAAAAABHE/U2cbRdkyarw/s1600-h/DSC02207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_I4NbkqBI/AAAAAAAABHE/U2cbRdkyarw/s320/DSC02207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345712150715607058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Language time today was on "Using Our Senses- Taste".  Most of them were so excited as they got to taste fruits which they like.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_G2KaaN-I/AAAAAAAABG8/iKDaJbHazB8/s1600-h/DSC02199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_G2KaaN-I/AAAAAAAABG8/iKDaJbHazB8/s320/DSC02199.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345709916522428386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was listening to me.  He cried when he was doing his task.  So I turned him over and talked to him.  He listened but after a while he cried again.  He was feverish.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_FkPmGyJI/AAAAAAAABG0/RImFIxnZzoE/s1600-h/DSC02163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_FkPmGyJI/AAAAAAAABG0/RImFIxnZzoE/s320/DSC02163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345708509164390546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was trying to choose a song and she chose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Incy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wincy&lt;/span&gt; Spider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_ElK3x4jI/AAAAAAAABGs/_mYnFY3AmtI/s1600-h/DSC02157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_ElK3x4jI/AAAAAAAABGs/_mYnFY3AmtI/s320/DSC02157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345707425564582450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He likes to play "hello" now, I mean he likes to play phone now.  He had been doing this sign the whole day  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_Dzj202SI/AAAAAAAABGk/BTvOuHGpOiA/s1600-h/DSC02158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_Dzj202SI/AAAAAAAABGk/BTvOuHGpOiA/s320/DSC02158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345706573278009634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at his eyes and the lashes!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_DEtap3LI/AAAAAAAABGc/I4t_fqymUT0/s1600-h/DSC02156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_DEtap3LI/AAAAAAAABGc/I4t_fqymUT0/s320/DSC02156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345705768390352050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at him!!! He is so cute!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...  I always feel encouraged when he responds to us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_B9k8fllI/AAAAAAAABGU/Uwo2WuKwQS4/s1600-h/DSC02155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_B9k8fllI/AAAAAAAABGU/Uwo2WuKwQS4/s320/DSC02155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345704546345653842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The group of babies.  All of them are so cute.  They have got so much to learn.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...  They are all so attentive.  It was time to make father's day craft :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_BD0mlC2I/AAAAAAAABGM/0HNUp97wXXQ/s1600-h/DSC02193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_BD0mlC2I/AAAAAAAABGM/0HNUp97wXXQ/s320/DSC02193.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345703554116291426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been teaching him for 2 weeks.  He is only 8 months old.  I love him so much.  He performed very well today!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We need a lot energy to teach this group of children.  Whatever expression we wanna show, we must exaggerate it to catch their attention.  I often feel very tired after teaching them.  However, I enjoyed this group the most :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-2060833921873465642?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/2060833921873465642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=2060833921873465642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2060833921873465642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2060833921873465642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-beloved-babies.html' title='My Beloved Babies'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Si_I4NbkqBI/AAAAAAAABHE/U2cbRdkyarw/s72-c/DSC02207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-8470873078146712662</id><published>2009-06-06T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:16:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chipmunks</title><content type='html'>There were two very cute 4-year old boys participated our Children's Holiday Club.  One is called Gabriel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phang&lt;/span&gt; and the other one is called Jeremy Tan.  They are not brothers obviously.  At first I thought they maybe cousins.  But... NO, they are just friends from a church.  Yeah, they are church friends.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are so closed that they must hold each other's hand wherever they went.  Last night was the finale.  At the end of the finale, the kids were to collect their crafts and maybe gifts from their crew leaders.  I saw Gabriel rushing to the left wing of the church.  He left Jeremy behind.  So I asked him," Hey, you don't want Jeremy already?"  He paused and thought for a while but he did not answer me.  I continue asking,"Where is Jeremy?"  "He is behind there."  He answered and then headed to his target and he didn't care if Jeremy was coming along.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His target was Uncle Jimmy.  Guess what?  He was asking uncle Jimmy for present.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... Uncle Jimmy was the prize giving person during the finale.  He is smart.  Not long after that, Jeremy reached him too and both of them kept bugging him for present as if uncle Jimmy is the Santa Clause.   They were so cute.  I called them chipmunks.  One of them is afraid of chipmunks.  I miss them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-8470873078146712662?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/8470873078146712662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=8470873078146712662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/8470873078146712662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/8470873078146712662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/06/chipmunks.html' title='The Chipmunks'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-2358527022681459508</id><published>2009-05-31T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:02:15.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Process Of Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SiJBOOI9GWI/AAAAAAAABGE/S2fGr1FXst4/s1600-h/DSC02167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SiJBOOI9GWI/AAAAAAAABGE/S2fGr1FXst4/s320/DSC02167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341903820584458594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Few weeks ago, I accidentally burnt my hand by a hot iron.  My skin turned red straight away and I felt the heat on that part of my skin.  I was very careful with the wound hoping that in future the scar will not be too obvious.  I was advised to put some lotion on it and some suggested me to apply aloe Vera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SiI7gbDwERI/AAAAAAAABF8/7GuEC5h7IbE/s1600-h/DSC02170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SiI7gbDwERI/AAAAAAAABF8/7GuEC5h7IbE/s320/DSC02170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341897536220172562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SiI7gbDwERI/AAAAAAAABF8/7GuEC5h7IbE/s1600-h/DSC02170.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the process of healing, I faced challenges.  I was very careful with the wound.  I made sure that the wound is dry.  Somehow, I was allergic to something which I am not very sure what is that.  I was standing under a tree by the road side one day.  I stood there for quite a while.  When I got back to my office, the wound was swollen and it was very itchy.  The area near the wound also became reddish with some rashes.  After a few hours, the rashes was gone and the sore was gone too.  *Phew*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SiI59SygCKI/AAAAAAAABF0/7T40DdfPbCU/s1600-h/DSC02173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SiI59SygCKI/AAAAAAAABF0/7T40DdfPbCU/s320/DSC02173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341895833193285794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days later, the wound was getting so much better and the dead skins were peeling off.  It was itchy at times and I couldn't help but to scratch it.  The new skin was very fragile, many times I scratched until the new skin peeled and created another wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SiI4U0FJrmI/AAAAAAAABFs/uQA64S4Wj6k/s1600-h/DSC02176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SiI4U0FJrmI/AAAAAAAABFs/uQA64S4Wj6k/s320/DSC02176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341894038243618402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few more days later, all the dead skins were peeled off completely and the wound became lighter and slowly the colour tone was changing back to my skin colour but with a darker tone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we are hurt emotionally, a wound will appear in our hearts.  If we want to be healed, we need to apply lotion to soothe the wound, to help the wound to heal faster.  The lotion that we need would be forgiveness and the willingness to let go of the hurtful feelings, the sadness and the anger.  During the process of healing our emotional hurts, we face challenges.  Our emotion will be disturbed.  We may be irritable and easily annoyed as we are struggling to let go and to forgive.  During this time, we may create more wounds if we fail to control ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people may give up half way because it is really not an easy task to get our hurts healed.  If fail to persevere, we will not be able to grow stronger in handling the same kind of hurt in future.  We may resent some of the people who offend us the same way.  Resentment will hinder us from seeing and learning more things from people.  To protect ourselves from being hurt, we may avoid people, we may have no confidence in people and this is not going to bring us happy and fulfilled life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to rely on God all the time.  We have to choose to forgive.  We have to choose to let go.  We have to make the right choice.  So, have you made the right choice to improve or to change your life?  Or do you prefer holding on to the hurts that you are having now?  Well, healing is not equal to forget.  The wound heals, the scar will stay.  We will not be able to forget the hurtful incidents.  However, when the hurt is brought up or mentioned, we will not feel the same.  We will not feel sad like before.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every step that you take and are going to take will affect or impact your life now and future- be it good or bad.  A friend firmly said that we will not know if the change will bring us good or bad.  This is what he believes.  As for me, I strongly believe that we will know if the change that we make is gonna bring us good or bad some day.  We sure will.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ACT NOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-2358527022681459508?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/2358527022681459508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=2358527022681459508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2358527022681459508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2358527022681459508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/05/process-of-healing.html' title='The Process Of Healing'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SiJBOOI9GWI/AAAAAAAABGE/S2fGr1FXst4/s72-c/DSC02167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-1206399196761459121</id><published>2009-05-24T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:53:46.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I day-dreamed about?</title><content type='html'>Lately I day- dreamed a lot.  A thought came to my mind when I was day dreaming.  I did not purposely think of that and I found it weird too.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly thought of heaven when I woke up yesterday morning.  I was thinking "Where is heaven?"  A "voice" was asking me if I have ever thought that heaven is not above, not under nor in between.  So where can heaven be?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thought came about.  We know that God is everywhere, God is in heaven, God is with us and God is ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;... He is just everywhere.  God is big, how big?  How come He is everywhere and He is big?  Then I imagined.  God is everywhere means God is in the solar system, God is in us and God is also in Heaven.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;... God is big that's why He can be everywhere.  He is like a super duper huge plastic bag which wraps around the whole universe.  When He is wrapping the whole universe, then He is everywhere because everything is in Him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, just a random thing.  But this caught my attention.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-1206399196761459121?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/1206399196761459121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=1206399196761459121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1206399196761459121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1206399196761459121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-day-dreamed-about.html' title='What I day-dreamed about?'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-5813296615904052547</id><published>2009-05-22T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:19:22.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Updates</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last updated my blog.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... My mind was and is still occupied with things like my studies, work, Children's Holiday Club, Sunday School and other activities.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I felt that suddenly everything came at the same time and I really have to split my mind into a few parts.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I successfully entered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OUM&lt;/span&gt; (Open University Malaysia) which is located at the same row as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kampai&lt;/span&gt; Japanese Restaurant.  My lectures will be on alternate Sundays.  The Registration was on 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May 2009 and the Orientation was on 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May 2009.  My first Tutorial will be on 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May 2009.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a bad week.  During the Orientation day, I was sick.  I had fever which I did not realised.  I started to have stomach ache at around 10 am plus.  The pain was sharp.  I nearly cried after lunch.  When we had a break I went to toilet to see if I have something to pass hoping that the pain will decrease.  After I closed the door, my glasses dropped into the toilet bowl.  It was too deep that I couldn't save it.  So there went my glasses.  :(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An aunt approached after the whole thing ended.  She needed transport to the hospital.  She is a nurse serving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/span&gt; Hospital.  So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt; my pain and I sent her there.  I thought of going BUG at YMCA but the pain got worse and I had headache due to the fever.  After I reached home, I stayed in the bed and I could hardly move.  It was terrible.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday, my car's gear was not functioning when I was going back to Canning Garden center.  Luckily, I was able to stop at a place which was under a tree and my car was not blocking anyone.  A colleague came to accompany me until my dad and the foreman arrived.  Phew... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace was with me when all these happened.  I hope that God will give me a break from problem until I recover from all these.  A lot of extra expenditure.  The most frustrating one will be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;spectacles&lt;/span&gt;.  I like my old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;spectacles&lt;/span&gt; but it is gone now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-5813296615904052547?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/5813296615904052547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=5813296615904052547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5813296615904052547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5813296615904052547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/05/brief-updates.html' title='Brief Updates'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-4624946945163411115</id><published>2009-05-07T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:41:21.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Talent?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SgLvTXaX1TI/AAAAAAAABFc/1B4vLuaLCkE/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SgLvTXaX1TI/AAAAAAAABFc/1B4vLuaLCkE/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333088024741270834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of salon drawn and traced by me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt; Yin.  And this was coloured by a 6- yr old Autistic kid.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt; Yin found this picture very artistic, thus, she gave it a shot with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hand phone&lt;/span&gt;.  Then she showed it to me.  I was amazed when I saw this.  It looks like it was done by some artists.  At least to me.  I wonder if he did it cos of his colour sense or it's just a mess.  I really wonder.  We should observe more of his way of colouring and then discover his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hidden&lt;/span&gt; talent.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I have not gotten a chance to show his mum his masterpiece.  I thought of asking his mum to give this to me.  Then I frame it up for my new house.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;... If my family knows how to appreciate it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-4624946945163411115?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/4624946945163411115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=4624946945163411115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4624946945163411115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4624946945163411115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/05/hidden-talent.html' title='Hidden Talent?!'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SgLvTXaX1TI/AAAAAAAABFc/1B4vLuaLCkE/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-4239134712649433762</id><published>2009-04-25T08:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:47:04.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FISH FISH FISH</title><content type='html'>I made the funniest joke of the year at my work place on Thursday.  Haha... When the session was on, I received a call from one of my colleagues' dad.  I remember her dad was from China but he has been staying in Malaysia for many years.  So this uncle called to look for her daughter.  He spoke in Cantonese and he said my colleague's name in Cantonese which we had never ever called each other's name in Cantonese since the first day we worked together.  By the way, both my colleagues' names are quite the same when pronounced in Cantonese.  So I mistaken.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trembling when I was talking to the uncle.  You know why?  I mistaken the names so I thought this uncle was the other colleague's dad whom had already passed on for 9 years.  I was puzzled so I confirmed again but he still said the same name.  I was like... HUH? A dead person called.  I was still steady.  I told him that my colleague was not not free to answer so I said I'll ask her to call him back.  Deep in my heart I was thinking how can my colleague calls her long dead dad?  Hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After putting down the phone I talked to the other colleague (the right one).  I reconfirmed if the other colleague's dad has passed on.  I also reconfirmed the name that the uncle mentioned which was her name.  She was blur also.  We both blur then sat back down on the chairs and continue the session.  The other colleague was teaching.  I sat down and I thought for a while.  I recited the name that the uncle told then I stood up abruptly and I said that name again and I said,"Aren't you XXX?"  Then only she realised and she finally "woke up"!  Haha... She wasn't feeling well that day that's why she was so blur.  Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This really scared me and I wonder what was happening to me.  Why would I thought of those spirit thing?!!  They laughed at me till I gotta hide like the ostrich.  So memalukan.  Haha...  I also felt stupid for this fishy mistake :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-4239134712649433762?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/4239134712649433762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=4239134712649433762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4239134712649433762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4239134712649433762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/04/fish-fish-fish.html' title='FISH FISH FISH'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-2010632909580531026</id><published>2009-04-23T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:43:11.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME  XD</title><content type='html'>Something that cheered me today.  At least one thing that made me chuckled for the day :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was the Linked Activity teacher.  So I have to handle singing session also.  Today I did it a little differently.  I asked the children to sing one by one.  While their friend is singing in front the others be spectators.  So they came out one by one to sing.  Well, not all of them could sing clearly or in the right tune.  But I appreciated their bravery and their enthusiasm.  Imagine if I ask my Sunday School kids to sing one by one, they sure will complain a lot.  Hmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was thins child named LXT, she is an Autistic and she has Oral Apraxia, meaning she can hardly imitate word as her oral motor is weak.  But out of our amazement, she sang clearly today.  I would say she was the second clearest and the most in tune one!  All the teachers smiled.  We were all SO happy to see such scene.  This was so unexpected!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually she will just follow the actions of the songs during singing session.  She had not really sung.  One of the possibilities that I could think of is, she felt funny as today they were not singing as a group.  Usually our singing session for this group is very noisy and very "high".  Today was a bit quiet, I guess... she wasn't used to it.  So she might have thought," Eh, how come no one sings today? Okay... nobody sings, so I sing... louder!"  When I was driving, I flashed back how she sang, I chuckled.  XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her mother had been very sad over her condition.  Her mother did think of killing her before she accepted her child.  To me, she is a pretty gal, a gal whom I love when I first saw her.  I like the way she looks at things, I like the way she communicates with her eyes and I still remember the first time she indicated to me that she needed to change her clothes by pointing to her dress and the room.  I was so glad!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her mum had been discouraged by a lot of things, even the slow progress of her child.  Some times she was so depressed that she called me at night for reassurance.  I pity her.  Well, well, today, finally there was something touched her heart, something she longed for all these years.  Yeah, I told her that she sang SO clearly when I saw her just now, she was so happy to know that, she finally got positive comments without her approaching the teachers herself.  I'm joyous too.  I can't suppress but to praise Him for He is AWESOME, indeed!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-2010632909580531026?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/2010632909580531026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=2010632909580531026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2010632909580531026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2010632909580531026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/04/awesome-xd.html' title='AWESOME  XD'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-6350492737432198626</id><published>2009-04-14T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:14:50.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and life are in the power of the tongue</title><content type='html'>These verses spoke to me today.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proverbs 18: 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;James 3:4-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Behold, the ships also, though they are so great and are driven by strong winds, are still directed by a very small rudder, where the inclination of the pilot desires. So also the tongue is a small part of the body, and yet it boasts of great things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px;"&gt;This morning, one of my students' mum approached me.  She got another tuition / therapy center for her 4- year old Autistic daughter.  This is not the first time she came to me asking my opinion about those centers.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I did not really know much about her as she is still quite new with us.  She was not quite open to us as well.  I just noticed that she will be very disappointed if her daughter cannot perform well that day.  She will be frustrated and her daughter will be frustrated too as she is forced to do things that she dislikes and they have communication breakdown.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I tried my best to help on the surface as I did not really know her "real" problem.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Today, I got a chance to find out from her.  She even broke down as I was digging the root that causes all these emotional thingy.  I quite pity her as she doesn't have the support from her husband.  Her husband is still in denial stage.  He can't accept that he has a special child.  He pushed all the responsibilities to the wife saying that her she is useless because she delivered a child like this.  He doesn't care about anything at home even the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;furnitures&lt;/span&gt; at home.  If anything spoils, he will not help to repair, he said this is her responsibility and his responsibility is just to be the bread winner.  He has been hurting her so much when he is not giving any support.  Sigh... So sad!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px;"&gt;The mother has insomnia.  Her husband invited a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Feng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shui&lt;/span&gt; masters to the house and they told her that there are spirits.  This added on her burdens.  She felt very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unpeaceful&lt;/span&gt; when she was alone at home.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Feng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shui&lt;/span&gt; master wanted them to shift the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt; around but the husband pushed the job to her.  Sigh... How can a lady push the sofa set around all by herself? How can she shift the bed around by herself?  She ignored but the husband kept nagging about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I also noticed that these mothers do not feel proud of their sons or daughters.  Whatever other people say about their children's problem.  They agree to it and get depressed.  They just do not know how to enjoy their kids by telling them back how they have improved.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not enough to refrain from speaking negative things. You must proactively say positive and encouraging things about yourself and your family. As you speak words of blessing over your life, you will find that they become a self-fulfilling prophecy. You can change your world by changing your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px; "&gt;I agree to this so much.  Yeah, I must learn to think positively about myself so that I will not be depressed and make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; fail to contribute more.  I think not only that, as we speak to others, we must also try to be less negative.  So that others will not be discouraged but have the courage to move on to the higher ground.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make sure that the fruit your tongue produces is sweet. Declare that you are blessed and that whatever you do will succeed. Begin to speak those words of faith and victory over your life and over your loved ones, and you will reap a harvest that will bless your family for generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-6350492737432198626?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/6350492737432198626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=6350492737432198626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6350492737432198626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6350492737432198626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/04/death-and-life-are-in-power-of-tongue.html' title='Death and life are in the power of the tongue'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-8139796509041161114</id><published>2009-04-13T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:09:34.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Belittle Me?</title><content type='html'>I was a bit upset when I heard that this friend said there was no one caring for him when he was going through some difficult situations.  I still remember how we cared for him and how we prayed for him.  Sigh... I still remember what I told him and how I assured him of my support.  No I did not and I don't expect a "Thank you" from him.  I thank God and I was delighted when he finally made things right.  I was so impressed and so saluted him.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now only I know that he did not take my care as CARE.  He gave me an impression that he was hoping for people that he wants to care for him.  And yes I wasn't the one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this, I was reminded of the friend who indirectly asked me not to talk about God when I'm not HOLY.  So he was another friend telling me "You are not there yet to care for me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walaueh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the world wants now?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh...  Let's reflect on the way we care and the way we receive care.  WWJD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-8139796509041161114?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/8139796509041161114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=8139796509041161114&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/8139796509041161114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/8139796509041161114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/04/did-you-belittle-me.html' title='Did You Belittle Me?'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-6518479901677184253</id><published>2009-04-10T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T03:10:14.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#800000;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL CHRISTIAN SISTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt; Maya  Angelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt; a  man should have to seek Him first to find her.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... 'I am a  Christian' I'm not shouting 'I'm clean living,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  whispering 'I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... 'I  am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my  guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be  strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak and need His  strength to carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say.. 'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of  success..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm admitting I have failed and need God  to clean my mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming  to be perfect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flaws are far too visible,  but God believes I am worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say.... 'I am a Christian' I  still feel the sting of pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my share of  heartaches, so I call upon His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm  not holier than thou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a simple sinner Who  received God's good grace, somehow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty is as Pretty does...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times  New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt; beautiful is just  plain beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-6518479901677184253?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/6518479901677184253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=6518479901677184253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6518479901677184253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6518479901677184253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/04/agree.html' title='Agree'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-6359055083503567505</id><published>2009-04-10T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:37:23.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, a non- Christian friend confronted me.  He disliked me putting God around me.  What he meant was I post about God, I thank God for answering prayer and I mention God all the time.  I do not know what else.  Maybe he felt that I'm not doing what is commanded by God.  If he knows what God's commandments are.  I did not really understand what he meant as he refused to explain more.  Erm... I think basically he felt that I'm a hypocrite? Maybe NATO better describe me.  (NATO= No Action Talk Only).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... Things that I blogged about are real.  Well, I may have added a lot of my own personal opinions and feelings into the posts.  Sigh... I'm still quite blur of what he was trying to say.  At the same time, I thanked him as he alerted me to draw myself closer to God and to His teaching.  I went through a hard time reflecting on myself.  I'm confused and I really do not know if I'm what he said I am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What had happened, happened.  I do not have the power to change history.  I felt sorry.  Sorry because I failed God and I failed my friend.  I do not know how many more friends have I discouraged and disappointed.  I felt bad also because I'm a bad walking testimony.  I know what kinda of a person I am.  Sigh... I did try to control many times.  No one sees, they can only see what I did not do.  Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must I blog about God? It's because God is part of my life.  He is real and He is here in my life.  I am guilty of inviting Him to my life and some times sent Him out of my heart.  That is why I have a lot of ups and downs with Him and about Him.  He is a living God, not a stone.  He speaks, He touches my heart.  He is so real that no one else can take His place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my friends just accepted Christ.  When I asked her why she did that she said that God is so real, He is really a healer.  This friend experienced a similar childhood like me and something bad happened during her high school.  After she accepted Christ, she said she felt so light.  Her burden was taken away.  I can see that she is more cheerful than before.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it does not mean that after accepting Christ your life will be like a bed of roses.  NO.  We are forgiven, that's for sure.  But our path will still be bumpy, just that now we have a Father, a Friend and a Savior to rely and to depend on.  The way we handle situations and the way we think will slowly change and we find the purpose to continue to live this life.  Disobedience causes me to have a more miserable life.  It's not because of God, it's because I choose to follow my will instead of His will.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father, I'm sorry for the things that I've made, I'm sorry for tarnishing Your name.  Father, continue to refine me and change me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change my heart O God, make it ever true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change my heart O God, may I be like You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-6359055083503567505?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/6359055083503567505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=6359055083503567505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6359055083503567505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6359055083503567505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/04/recently-non-christian-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-28496417975608867</id><published>2009-04-09T22:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:15:10.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sd4ocmLcGpI/AAAAAAAABFM/COvePCw812g/s1600-h/P3200165.JPG'/><title type='text'>More to Come!  More to be DONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sd4nS6a_R8I/AAAAAAAABFE/hCis2xvJmqU/s1600-h/DSC02117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sd4nS6a_R8I/AAAAAAAABFE/hCis2xvJmqU/s320/DSC02117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322735015472089026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking back at some of the photos that we took in Indonesia.  Tears swelled in my eyes.  I was touched and I think I really miss the trip.  Yeah, again, I'm amazed that I was on the stage in front of 450 youths and kids and I am still amazed that I gave my testimony to the high school students, about 50 of them.  I owed and I'm still owing Wan Li my testimony since last year.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... and I did it in Indonesia.  I acted in church once which was 6-7 years ago but I played a part in a mime and presented in Indonesia.  This is impossible without God's help.  I do not think I'll do all these in my church before the trip.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sd4ocmLcGpI/AAAAAAAABFM/COvePCw812g/s320/P3200165.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322736281348479634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is not the end I bet.  I felt that the trip was just a beginning.  A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; for more great things to happen in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Elim&lt;/span&gt; as well as to those who went.  For example, last week, I was asked to share on what I'd learned or what impacted me most from the trip.  I prepared it 2 hours before the meeting due to I did not know what else to share and I did not want the people to hear the same thing  over and over again.  Well, I was a bit nervous but this feeling is getting lesser and lesser.  This is indeed a good thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sd4iVuEg69I/AAAAAAAABE0/VdrO0WZI0ss/s320/P3210272.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322729566138067922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out that I was and am still afraid to commit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; to the work of God.  I broke down because of the fear during the Korean outreach.  There was an altar call, Pastor Daniel Kim asked the congregation to come out to the altar if any of us decided to want to serve the church more.  I wanted to get out.  But the fear was holding me so tightly.  I was like glued to the chair.  I broke down.  I kept saying sorry to the Lord.  Sigh... At that moment I felt that I'm so useless and helpless.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the day I found out my fear of committing, I prayed to God to show me the way, to show me where to start.  After a week, my prayer was answered.  I hope I did not get it wrong.  I was asked to take up the story telling during Open Sunday School this Easter Sunday.  Yeah, I have to relate it to the eggs.  I did not know what is it gotta do with egg.  I asked my ex-colleague as she did it before.  However, she had already forgotten the relation of Easter and egg.  So I thought that I do not want to do that part.  I did not approach anyone else for this matter.  On Wednesday, my boss did the sharing during our devotion time.  She mentioned about the relation, I was like..." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, God, do you really want to me to relate Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;resurrection&lt;/span&gt; to the egg?"  I'm still thinking if I should.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...  Was it just a coincidence or God's prompting?  *shrug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best to me and Mun Yan!  Pray for us.  I'm falling sick soon.  Pray for voice and clear speech if you read this :)  Thanks ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sd4sm5vxdnI/AAAAAAAABFU/JWITqwTqVI4/s320/DSCN3379.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322740856446350962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-28496417975608867?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/28496417975608867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=28496417975608867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/28496417975608867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/28496417975608867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-to-come-more-to-be-done.html' title='More to Come!  More to be DONE!'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sd4nS6a_R8I/AAAAAAAABFE/hCis2xvJmqU/s72-c/DSC02117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-964041926817806061</id><published>2009-04-08T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:06:26.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brief Conclusion</title><content type='html'>We had our debrief after the trip.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;... Yeah, sharing again.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... We all own a DVD of the trip photos and the clips.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... What did I learn from this trip?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I learned that I need Him urgently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  This trip without Him will not be successful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I learned to let go of self when I try my best to act for Him and speak for Him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  I am more willing to take up challenges at the moment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;... yeah, that's a brief one.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;... The most important thing is I'm back in His arms.  My walk with Him is still not very stable.  I am tempted to go against Him and try to own life by myself instead of letting Him to take control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am learning and this learning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; is going to overwhelm me I believe.  It's going to lead to something great if I'm obedience enough.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-964041926817806061?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/964041926817806061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=964041926817806061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/964041926817806061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/964041926817806061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/04/brief-conclusion.html' title='The Brief Conclusion'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-5055710751315146308</id><published>2009-04-04T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:04:19.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Is Righteous</title><content type='html'>Romans 3: 9-12&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What shall we conclude then? Are we any better? No, not at all! We have already made the charge that Jews and Gentiles alike are all under sin.  As it is written:  "There's no one righteous, not even one; there is no one who understands, no one who seeks God.  All have turned away, they have together become worthless; there is no one who does good, not even one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastor Daniel Kim from Beijing shared on this when he was preaching in our church today.  He added,"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything  in this world is conditional.  People judge us by what what we do and how we perform."  &lt;/span&gt;This statement really struck me as it's so true.  Even in any kind of relationships, the love we share is conditional.  We can say how much we love each other but still we condition others.  We want others to live up to our expectations.  We want others to speak our love languages but most of the time we fail to speak their love languages.  It could be because of not willing to let go of self and it could be because of insensitivity.  Our humanly love is really selfish.  We can hardly accept people because of who they are.  Are we any better? Why do we try to "impose" others?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastor explained as the scripture stated in verse 20, it's only when we know God's law, we are conscious of our sins.  When we are conscious of our sins, let's try to overcome it with God.  God is our Redeemer, Saviour and Friend.  He will not forsake us.  Let's be brave!  And let's learn how God loves and love others like how God loves us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-5055710751315146308?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/5055710751315146308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=5055710751315146308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5055710751315146308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5055710751315146308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-one-is-righteous.html' title='No One Is Righteous'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-6488117875650414883</id><published>2009-03-28T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:57:54.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd March 2009</title><content type='html'>Ok this was our last day in Jakarta.  We went to another Abba Love church for Sunday service.  We worshipped their.  Uncle William gave sermon there with a pro translater.  Yeah, he preached in English.  Hmm... I really admired the translator.  He was really fast and precise.  *Thumb up*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...After the service, we went for our brunch at a nearby stall.  The noodles there not bad also.  Not too tasty but not bad.  Enjoyed the meal.  Before the meal, Kian Aun wanted to leave them our Give Thanks song and Bernice was the one who taught the Indons.  Hmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the meal we started our journey to the airport.  Hmm... We checked in everything and we took some photos there with our hosts and then we went to the departure hall.  Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I shared here were not the entire thing as we were in different groups.  Some amazing things that other groups experienced I wasn't really clear.  But I will conclude the trip on the next post :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-6488117875650414883?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/6488117875650414883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=6488117875650414883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6488117875650414883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6488117875650414883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/03/22nd-march-2009.html' title='22nd March 2009'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-7829935246007046986</id><published>2009-03-28T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:14:08.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st March 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sc46x1qTDTI/AAAAAAAABEk/6JsUJDlZovI/s1600-h/DSC02083.JPG"&gt;                                          &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sc46x1qTDTI/AAAAAAAABEk/6JsUJDlZovI/s320/DSC02083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318252837863623986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the place we stayed overnight after the extreme prayer.  Hmm... Most of us gals did not manage to sleep tight as the room was too cold and there was so much noice made by people outside the room.  I think it was because they just came back from the prayer.  And we heard uncle William talking so loudly so early in the morning.  *sweat*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...This was the day most of us looked forward to where we would have our free time and we would have time to shop for souvenirs etc.  Some were looking for branded sports wear as they said the goods are sold cheaper there.  Well, we waited till noon then only went to those places.  We went to a mall, and we had Japanese food.  Mission trip wor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did not get to really tour around the giant mall.  I only got to visit their toilets *sweat* Haha... From the time we were at the Japanese restaurant I already in the toilet once.  When my food came, they informed me then I went back there to finish my food.  Then I went to the same toilt again.  After they left, I came out thought of meeting them, but they went different direction.  I was still not feeling quite well so I visited the toilet at another level.  Keke...  That's how I spent my day in the mall.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to another place that sells all the sports wear.  I did not get anything from there too.  Haha... There was nothing interesting for me, not too interesting that will get me to spend there.  Some of us did get things there for themselves as well as for family members.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 5pm, we had to attend a youth service.  That church is in a mall itself.  The whole church has about 400 youths and kids.  What amazed me was seeing kids worshipping God with their hearts.  I had never seen such scene in my church.  The kids flipped the bible as the 16 year old girl was preaching up there.  It was really impressive.  We played our mime- The Simple Heart there and Carmen shared her testimony there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we left the church to the Industry again to have our dinner and to have short sharing on the trip as well as the church we attended just now.  After that we went to have satay ayam some where with the local church members- Amos, Erwin and Ricky if I'm not mistaken.  They have been the greatest hosts ever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-7829935246007046986?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/7829935246007046986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=7829935246007046986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7829935246007046986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7829935246007046986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/03/21st-march-2009.html' title='21st March 2009'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sc46x1qTDTI/AAAAAAAABEk/6JsUJDlZovI/s72-c/DSC02083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-2727496993275470026</id><published>2009-03-28T19:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:24:58.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th- 20th March 2009</title><content type='html'>The host, Pak Rueben shared on Ephesians 3: 1- 13 and Philippians 3: 7- 8 and his sharing led me to share on John 16:33 I could hardly understand what he shared because of the language.  But I think it was about giving up things for the sake of Christ.  I felt that it's a very difficult thing to do.  By giving up those things cost us a lot.  But we are always comforted because God has already overcome the world, we do not have to worry or afraid (we will do as we are human, lack of faith).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the dawn prayer we went back to the house and we packed.  We had our breakfast- fried rice, prepared by his wife and we had sweet tea.  It tasted good and this time without pig skin :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sc4OmNtxKBI/AAAAAAAABEE/pDZRaCcT2XQ/s320/DSC02041.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318204259650578450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our next station was a school- Cendrawaseh Kristen School.  This is a private school and it's a christian school.  It was Erwin's school, he graduated his junior high here.  By the way, Erwin was our guide when we were in the village.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We joined their KidsGame in the school.  I was observing them and I got ideas for my kids in the center.  Some of the games they can play too :)  After each games they had small group discussion.  The helper will tell them the values they can learn through the games and they related it to bible stories too.  I kinda like it and hoping to be trained.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sc4PudHCy1I/AAAAAAAABEM/MLEIcxrP0kE/s320/DSC02057.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318205500733705042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the KidsGame, we went to the junior high school.  We toured around the school then we joined they worship session.  If I am not mistaken, the worship is a daily thing.  We were invited to sing two songs on stage.  We sang Hari Ini Ku Rasa Bahagia and How Great is Our God.  Well, I found their worship dry as it was more l ike a concert than true worship.  However, I also felt they they are really blesssed to be reminded of God's presence everyday.  No matter how each of them worship, no matter what their attitudes are, they received the seed.  In His time, it will grow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to Erwin's house for lunch.  Her mum sells noodles outside his house.  He has a huge house.  We had Bakmi ayam i think.  It was tasty and again he served us a lot of other foods like Popiah, fish crackers, huge bananas, and I had my favorite drinks there- Fanta :)  The headmaster of Cendrawaseh treated us lunch there.  Hmm... We rested at his house and then he brought us to one of Abba Love at Carrefoure.  It was a nice place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, we visited another school called SMU? It is a public school and we were invited to join their CF (Christian Fellowship).  I gave my testimony there and we played our drama there- Why Didn't You Tell Me Earlier? by Eliza and Hui Xian.  KM preached, it was actually a summary on the drama and Kian Aun did the ice- breaker. Heh... The CF was really impressive.  The students were attentive and always connected to us when we talked.  During their worship, we can really see that it was from their hearts.  Their attitudes encouraged me a lot and I shared my testimony with the lowest fear level.  These were Senior High students.  Compared to the Junior High students, yeah, their maturity level is higher.   Apparently it was a famous school like our Sam Tet and Ave Maria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sc4ROH8xSfI/AAAAAAAABEU/RNwJDuZMQ4Y/s320/DSC02065.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318207144320911858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we went to their sports ministry place.  It was a comfy place.  Besides their church, they have a place to hang out.  It is like a second home.  Cool!  There are basketball courts and Futsal courts.  They are superb.  They have so many coach and their players can play very well.  When the other groups reached the Industry also. We had brief sharings on their stay at the villages.  Then we played captain ball and futsal together.  Then we had BBQ and then to the Extreme Prayer.  It was an overnight thing, from 10pm to 5 am the next morning.  But we left at 2am after the refreshments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During the Extreme Prayer.  I had no feelings.  The drum beat away all my feelings.  As I tried to focus on God, everyone of my family members, my friends and loved ones accured in my mind.  All their faces flashed in my mind.  I began to pray for their salvation.  I named them one by one.  I named them again and again.  After that only found out that some of us from our team prayed for the same thing.  I guessed God alerted us that we should pray and reach out to our loved ones.  Hmm... It should not stop there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sc4Txn0LyzI/AAAAAAAABEc/zyLzHVaRjF0/s320/P3180004.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318209953193511730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-2727496993275470026?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/2727496993275470026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=2727496993275470026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2727496993275470026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2727496993275470026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/03/19th-march-2009.html' title='19th- 20th March 2009'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sc4OmNtxKBI/AAAAAAAABEE/pDZRaCcT2XQ/s72-c/DSC02041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-2534743797666869577</id><published>2009-03-28T13:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:35:25.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th March 2009</title><content type='html'>Upon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jervin's&lt;/span&gt; request, I'm here to share about my Indonesia trip.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... Yeah, I was back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/span&gt; for a week by now.  I was too lazy to share it here again because I shared many times already.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sc4BtVWIxGI/AAAAAAAABDk/mokRDL6oZRI/s320/DSC02005.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318190088306869346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we reached Indonesia's Airport, we were received by the fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;brethren&lt;/span&gt; from Abba Love.  Abba Love is a huge church with many branches.  It's a church like City Harvest in Singapore.  Then we were sent to a village called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sehwan&lt;/span&gt;.  We gathered at a kindergarten.  The first stop was at the "Mental Health Rehab Center".  We had fellowship with some of the mentally ill people.  One of them played the guitar and sang us two songs.  We sang two songs for them too.  Then we were served butter cookies.  After that we were told to break ourselves into 3 groups because each group will be going into different villages.  My group went to a Ex- lepers village, another group went to a rubbish dump village and another group to a village with a lot of kids(?).  We did not know the conditions of the 3 villages and we did not know what to expect.  So off we went to the respective villages.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I reached the village, it wasn't as bad as I expected.  We did not get to bath in the river.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;... I did not know that that is an ex- lepers village also.  I got to know when I found that most of the uncles and aunties do not have fingers, or their fingers and toes are crooked.  Then only I asked Km.  Once we reached the host's house, we were served soft drinks, then we were served Chocolate Ice- blended and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bubur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kacang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hitam&lt;/span&gt;, which we thought it was our dinner.  By now you can see how hospitable are they.  They were so warmth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sc4EOq_fEcI/AAAAAAAABDs/K-TGkVo8a5k/s320/DSC02010.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318192860076380610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; we bathed, we went home visits.  We went to a few houses.  We were treated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Eskrim&lt;/span&gt; in one of the houses we visited.  They run a business and they said it was from God.  It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kedai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;runcit&lt;/span&gt;.  The first thing that the people said when they saw us was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Puji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tuhan&lt;/span&gt;.  They were ex- lepers.  Because of their sickness, they lost their fingers, toes and legs.  They are poor and yet they praised God.  I can hardly do that, I blamed God for the things that I've to go through.  When my center has visitors, I never said praise God.  I have never said that.  To them, God's people are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Luar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Biasa&lt;/span&gt;, yet I felt that I am just as ordinary as other people.  I did not seriously think that having God is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Luar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Biasa&lt;/span&gt; thing.  I was slapped twice once I was there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sc4IugTxk5I/AAAAAAAABD0/Jzxw8joJ0K8/s320/DSC02017.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318197805011014546" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I praise God when I lose a leg? Fingers? Toes? They are so simple and they place their trust fully on God.  I felt and still feeling so ashamed for trying to run away from God like Adam and Eve.  Shame on me!   :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We joined their young adult meeting too.  I had language barrier plus I wasn't really alert, I couldn't understand what they were talking about.  They were fun and cheerful.  Their worship was superb and their prayer meeting was so different from us.  They are planning to go on a mission soon, if I'm not mistaken, they will be going in May.  I must remember to pray for them.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I took the initiative to talk to them.  I got them to write something in my journal too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went back home, we had our dinner.  I swallowed a piece of pig skin.  I thought it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sotong&lt;/span&gt; or something.  I had never ever seen pig skin in this form.  I did not want to know what it was too.  But Erwin, he told us.  I was not in time to stop him.  sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were told that the next morning they have dawn prayer.  It was at 5am, Malaysian time will be 4am.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; it was our first night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?  But we managed to wake up in time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sc4JvO3pa_I/AAAAAAAABD8/6G8VTxWXrb8/s320/2572_58774668459_637533459_1582653_4890277_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318198917021133810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-2534743797666869577?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/2534743797666869577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=2534743797666869577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2534743797666869577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2534743797666869577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/03/18th-march-2009.html' title='18th March 2009'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sc4BtVWIxGI/AAAAAAAABDk/mokRDL6oZRI/s72-c/DSC02005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-7083725908081983506</id><published>2009-03-27T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:51:36.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the third day I worked with that difficult colleague after the 3 months break from her.  Oh well, I felt that I've changed- not to be more patient though.  I changed to be more direct.  I felt that I'm braver to confront her and those parents.  Oh well, they may feel that I'm not in the right mood.  However, sooner or later they will know that I have become more firm to them.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know how they may feel with my change especially for my colleague.  But I want to be brave to do what is right at work.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... It's a tiring and busy day.  But I felt most peaceful at this moment.  I hope that this peace will continue to wrap me tightly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I handed my application form for my studies.  Am I ready?  I seriously do not know.  I felt that I will be bound by it.  I will not have so much freedom to be involved in certain activities.  But I'm really in the mood to learn new things and to be as expressive as possible when I teach.  I need to revive my spirit in my area of work as well as my relationship with my family.  I felt that I have neglected them for a while.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-7083725908081983506?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/7083725908081983506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=7083725908081983506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7083725908081983506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7083725908081983506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-is-third-day-i-worked-with-that.html' title=''/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-1343026952567116143</id><published>2009-03-20T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:55:21.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Indonesia :)</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I've been here in Indonesia for 3 days.  I'm having great time here.  I met a lot of people that are so fervent in serving God.  I met people who can praise God so gladly and so sincerely.  I really feel so ashamed of my faith.  Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, having great time but still I know there is something in my heart that I need to settle.  Some of the time really felt that I can hardly focus on God, it could be because of new environment and it could be because of the way of they worship is different from us.  I really admire their way of praising God and trusting God.  They are so true and so real.  Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-1343026952567116143?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/1343026952567116143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=1343026952567116143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1343026952567116143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1343026952567116143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-in-indonesia.html' title='I&apos;m in Indonesia :)'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-8297703020999806181</id><published>2009-03-14T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:53:54.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are My All In All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are my strength when I am weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are the treasure that I seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are my all in all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seeking You as a precious jewel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord, to give up, I'd be a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are my all in all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus, Lamb of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worthy is your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taking my sin, my cross, my shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rising up now I'll bless your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are my all in all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I fall down, you pick me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I am dry, you fill my cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are my all in all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we were singing this song just now, I finally realised that at the end of the day, the only one who will not abandon me forever is God.  He says He loves me, He meant and still mean it.  He will be with me till the end of time and still He will be with me after the end of time.  It's the true everlasting love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A couple maybe in love now, but this love is not going to last.  Some years down the road, there maybe problems, with those problems, the couple  may start drifting apart from each other.  Unforgiveness, hurts, tears will separate them forever.  Even friendships are not everlasting.  One day, we will leave this earth.  Tears swelled when I finally realised that He is the one I need most right now.  The One whom will do what He has promised.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most of us are like NATO ( No Action, Talk Only) especially when comes to handling emotions.  One minute, we will be able to think straight, another minute, we mess up what we think we have already thought through.  We contradict ourselves at times.  But God will never ever do that to us.  He mean what He says and He does what He says.  No matter how flowery our words can be when we express our love to some one, when situations or unhappiness come, we change our minds.  I'm struggling hard to do things, to love, to care like how Jesus did!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know what I'm talking about.  It maybe a bit disorganised as I wrote whatever that comes to my mind.  I just felt like blogging it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-8297703020999806181?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/8297703020999806181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=8297703020999806181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/8297703020999806181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/8297703020999806181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-my-all-in-all.html' title='You Are My All In All'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-7347059112530735049</id><published>2009-03-12T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:55:52.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Is Far From You</title><content type='html'>Mark 7: 6&lt;div&gt;He replied," &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Isaiah was right when he prophesied about you hypocrites; as it is written:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;These people honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This verse really struck me when my colleague was reading this passage.  The feeling was like being slapped on the face.  Oh well, yeah, I can tell people how great is God, how He had been and still blessing me, but viewing on my attitude toward things, people, relationships and work, truly, my heart is far from Him.  I have been doing things against His will.  I maybe ruining a bright and purposeful future that He has planned for me.  A lot of temptations came and still are coming my way.  I failed to keep myself away from those temptations.  Sigh... In short, keeping myself on the right path really is a struggle.  O God, help me flee from it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-7347059112530735049?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/7347059112530735049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=7347059112530735049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7347059112530735049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7347059112530735049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-heart-is-far-from-you.html' title='My Heart Is Far From You'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-2764516815917797886</id><published>2009-03-08T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:54:07.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish You Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;I could wish you joy and peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To last a whole life long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I could wish you sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Or a cheerful little song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Or wish you all the happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That this life could bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But I wish you Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But I wish you Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But I wish you Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;More than anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I could wish you leaves of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And may your path be smooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I could wish you treasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Or that all your dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And I could wish you paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;That everyday be spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But I wish you Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But I wish you Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But I wish you Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I've wished you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;'Cause when I wish you Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I wish you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-2764516815917797886?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/2764516815917797886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=2764516815917797886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2764516815917797886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2764516815917797886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/03/wish-you-jesus.html' title='Wish You Jesus'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-2747999110816413701</id><published>2009-03-08T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:52:59.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Telling You Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SbNKXwHhGcI/AAAAAAAABDU/B2SGdViZK00/s1600-h/add_toon_info.php.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SbNKXwHhGcI/AAAAAAAABDU/B2SGdViZK00/s320/add_toon_info.php.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310670157513824706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I copied this image from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KM's&lt;/span&gt; blog.  It was one of his posts too.  I bet most people had read it.  Yeah, this has been bothering me quite a lot.  What if I'm really caught up in this situation where my friend and I meet with an accident and while we are waiting to find out if we are dead, an angel turns up to me and wants to bring me to heaven while my beloved friend is left alone and soon being caught by an "officer" from Hell.  Yeah, surely he/ she will blame me for not sharing the gospel to him/ her.  Sigh... It's a difficult thing to do as it's quite a sensitive issue.  Well, I could be giving an excuse.  But I won't hide my identity.  Yes, I'm a Christian.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God's love, God's faithful, God's good.  There is none other people that I know/ knew on earth would do what God had done and still doing for me and for His sons and daughters.  He provides my needs, giving me a heart to love even to person who hurt me badly.  Ability to stay strong when I'm weak, ability to overcome fear and many more.  I wish you (who are yet to find out who this God is) Jesus.  I hope one day we will share the same faith and share the same vision and mission in our lives.  May God reveal Himself to you so that you will also be saved by this Super Hero, a Hero that nobody on this earth can replace.  Not spiderman, not superman, not batman.  He is Jesus!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-2747999110816413701?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/2747999110816413701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=2747999110816413701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2747999110816413701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/2747999110816413701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-telling-you-now.html' title='I&apos;m Telling You Now'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SbNKXwHhGcI/AAAAAAAABDU/B2SGdViZK00/s72-c/add_toon_info.php.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-4581979688913187177</id><published>2009-03-06T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:51:46.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on doing what you know is right</title><content type='html'>Dedicating a song to my friends, my loved ones and whoever that are striving to do what is right.  Well, I do not know how to sing this song.  I found this when I was preparing a song list for worship.  The night before that, a friend was pouring out to me how much struggle it is to stay strong and to do what we know is right.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Don't grow weary in doing well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't surrender in the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Keep on storming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The gates of Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Keep on doing what you know is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For there will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seasons of testing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And there may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Weeping for a night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But soon we'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Reaping the blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If we keep pressing on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Toward the prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Keep on praying in the Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Keep on walking in the Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don't be fearful or discouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Keep on doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-7856240099728962620</id><published>2009-03-03T19:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:10:14.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Happen for Reasons</title><content type='html'>2 things happened strangely lately.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I brought  my laptop to church for no reason.  However, the people there needed it which i did not expect it to happen.  According to one of them, I was led by the Spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I banked in cheque, I did not write things that are required at the back of it.  But few days ago, I banked in my cheque and I did not know why I was so hard working, i wrote all the things that are required at the back of it.  This morning, I received a call from bank, said that the date of my cheque was wrong and I was asked to collect it.  I answered the call when I was not supposed to as I was having class, just so happened that I went in to office and my phone was vibrating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just felt that things happened for reasons.  Many things happen in life.  Some times we really cannot see the reason behind it especially when we are trying to strive on.  Maybe we should stop asking why and try to enjoy the process of getting to know why.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-7856240099728962620?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/7856240099728962620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=7856240099728962620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7856240099728962620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7856240099728962620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-happen-for-reasons.html' title='Things Happen for Reasons'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-514403733777427713</id><published>2009-02-23T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:11:30.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;It's the last week of February now.  I'm taking a deep breathe to welcome March.  Sigh... I really need to commit myself, my whole self to God.  I have been questioning myself if the same thing is gonna happen to the same person when we start working together again.  I hope for change desperately.  *inhale* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;I thank God for the break that I had from that person since January though.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Oh God, I'm really afraid.  I need self control when I have contact with this person.  I do not want to know how she tries to defend herself.  I do not want to be too smart to sense the lies, the excuses that she's gonna give.  Oh God please, help me through, guide me when it comes to me.  Show me the right way to settle problems, help me to be brave, help me handle my stress properly!  I'm so afraid.  Oh my dear Father, keep me in Your arms, the warmest, the most secured One that nobody can ever provide.  Father, tell me that I can do it.  I need You so much!  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-514403733777427713?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/514403733777427713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=514403733777427713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/514403733777427713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/514403733777427713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/02/march.html' title='March'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-7543985966399546500</id><published>2009-02-23T19:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:35:59.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elim Gospel Hall's New Building</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SaKWtes7x4I/AAAAAAAABDE/SZwV7gpqiis/s1600-h/DSC01821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SaKWtes7x4I/AAAAAAAABDE/SZwV7gpqiis/s320/DSC01821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305969019075676034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SaKXXsEHVrI/AAAAAAAABDM/1ma1qHcJNAk/s320/DSC01819.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305969744217069234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SaKVFuBrO6I/AAAAAAAABCs/zOe-zuh6z6s/s1600-h/DSC01814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SaKVFuBrO6I/AAAAAAAABCs/zOe-zuh6z6s/s320/DSC01814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305967236482808738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SaKVf9_i5-I/AAAAAAAABC0/h381A9zRx_4/s320/DSC01815.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305962998465424690" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how it grows so fast!!!  It has got 4 walls now... Though it's still in the process.  Our group's first project will be in this hall :)  I kinda can't wait for it to complete!  It's really amazing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-7543985966399546500?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/7543985966399546500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=7543985966399546500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7543985966399546500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7543985966399546500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/02/elim-gospel-halls-new-building.html' title='Elim Gospel Hall&apos;s New Building'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SaKWtes7x4I/AAAAAAAABDE/SZwV7gpqiis/s72-c/DSC01821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-7405114824412912828</id><published>2009-02-21T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:26:29.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothpaste= Giant</title><content type='html'>I've a child who dislikes brushing his teeth with toothpaste.  Being the naughty teacher, I gotta let him try by forcing it into his mouth.  The same method may not work for every child.  I know him and I hope to help him overcome.  So... I asked my colleague to hold his arms and I helped him brush.  He's an Autistic child by the way.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did the same thing twice.  The third time, when I brought him to brush his teeth, he was actually anticipating me to squeeze the toothpaste on his toothbrush and he opened his mouth for me to brush.  I was so happy.  I was so glad that he had overcome his fear.  Of course after every trials we praised him for being so brave and for being so good boy.  We praised him for being hygienic too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at him reminded me of facing the giants in life.  We are challenged everyday.  Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt; are really hard to take.  Using toothpaste to brush &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;teeth&lt;/span&gt; maybe a giant for my kid.  With help and bravery, he overcame it.  It takes two to work too.  He was brave enough to struggle less.  He depended on us- teachers as well as himself.  We need somebody stronger to depend on too so that when we are trying to face our challenges, we are able to draw strength from the stronger ones, to be motivated, to be encouraged to press on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have we found the stronger One and have we found the right friends that will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; us move on? Are we those kind of friend who would motivate our friends and encourage our friends when they are challenged?  We need friends, we need each other.  Adam needed Eve.  I need you and you and you and you too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SZ9yrLSP3dI/AAAAAAAABB0/yEwNjIaRvBM/s320/toothpaste.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305084972155002322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-7405114824412912828?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/7405114824412912828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=7405114824412912828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7405114824412912828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7405114824412912828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/02/toothpaste-giant.html' title='Toothpaste= Giant'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SZ9yrLSP3dI/AAAAAAAABB0/yEwNjIaRvBM/s72-c/toothpaste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-6626434445096226369</id><published>2009-02-12T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:36:11.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LCL</title><content type='html'>It was an easy day for me due to the intensive training for my new colleague.  She gotta teach as much as possible for this two weeks, so most of my kids were passed to her today :)  I was just overseeing the sessions.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...  Not boring though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt ticklish when I tensed a kid up.  He sighed many times and kept telling me that he cannot do.  I timed him as he always daydreams.  I was so happy that the timer worked for him.  He was so afraid to see himself running out of time.  And he completed his task on time :)  But before he finished his work I laughed when I saw him tension, he must be thinking that I'm a pervert :P  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time I feel that children are afraid of non- living things- cane, rubber band etc, more than living things- parents and/ or teachers.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... Are parents and teachers not comparable to cane and timer and etc?  That's why I do not use cane or ruler on my kids.  I feel that the cane or ruler takes over my authority.  It makes me feel useless :P  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...   Of course, there are more reasons/ facts to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-6626434445096226369?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/6626434445096226369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=6626434445096226369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6626434445096226369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6626434445096226369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/02/lcl.html' title='LCL'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-5010311399629579564</id><published>2009-02-09T08:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:31:47.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-AN6VTqUI/AAAAAAAABAs/nww7vVvyWQo/s1600-h/DSC01695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300596262923643202" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-AN6VTqUI/AAAAAAAABAs/nww7vVvyWQo/s200/DSC01695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-CRiBpiXI/AAAAAAAABA8/JOqm4-gAZYU/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300598524141472114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-CRiBpiXI/AAAAAAAABA8/JOqm4-gAZYU/s200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY9-_YKGK5I/AAAAAAAABAk/diotN-tzUwg/s1600-h/DSC01683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300594913720019858" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY9-_YKGK5I/AAAAAAAABAk/diotN-tzUwg/s200/DSC01683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People around me seem very into photographing. During CNY I went to my friend's friend's house together with 2 of my friends. There was a pair of twins who were into photographing. I think they were taking the opportunity to sharpern their skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was grabbing some of the photos from Facebook, I got a chance to look back at the photos in my collection. I observed myself in the photos especially those that was taken without me knowing it. I looked at myself, my expression and thanked those who took them. If not I wouldn't be able to see my expression when I talk, when I laugh, when I'm focus and when I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-FpOBnaxI/AAAAAAAABBE/e_y4j1ROTiA/s1600-h/greed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300602229624367890" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-FpOBnaxI/AAAAAAAABBE/e_y4j1ROTiA/s200/greed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-KJSt3_xI/AAAAAAAABBM/NVncWKpO3l8/s1600-h/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300607178686070546" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-KJSt3_xI/AAAAAAAABBM/NVncWKpO3l8/s200/DSC01685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-LISvQF7I/AAAAAAAABBU/br7NtokA6HY/s1600-h/cny3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300608261023602610" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-LISvQF7I/AAAAAAAABBU/br7NtokA6HY/s200/cny3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-B1zlYjLI/AAAAAAAABA0/x0iGTZOY7Qs/s1600-h/DSC01705.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This led me to feel thankful to those who pointed out my weaknesses, my reactions towards certain situations, my goodness, my successes and my foolishness. Without these comments, I wouldn't be who I am now. I wouldnt be able to learn and grow with confident. Thank God for all of you who had impacted my life, and inspired me to move on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-PTmBPVBI/AAAAAAAABBc/Sf8KgOqbsns/s1600-h/DSCN2952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300612853224395794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-PTmBPVBI/AAAAAAAABBc/Sf8KgOqbsns/s200/DSCN2952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-S8oZtYMI/AAAAAAAABBk/7TJ6KVEDNt8/s1600-h/DSC01702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300616856773419202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-S8oZtYMI/AAAAAAAABBk/7TJ6KVEDNt8/s200/DSC01702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-VTjSANPI/AAAAAAAABBs/G9oDGhURFCw/s1600-h/PA190034%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300619449559168242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-VTjSANPI/AAAAAAAABBs/G9oDGhURFCw/s200/PA190034%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-5010311399629579564?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/5010311399629579564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=5010311399629579564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5010311399629579564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/5010311399629579564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/02/people-around-me-seem-very-into.html' title=''/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY-AN6VTqUI/AAAAAAAABAs/nww7vVvyWQo/s72-c/DSC01695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-1337688525150718141</id><published>2009-02-07T21:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:57:45.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Closed Friend's Wed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY2SFeikapI/AAAAAAAABAU/iOGHHvWFh-A/s1600-h/ps+wedding4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300052959279999634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY2SFeikapI/AAAAAAAABAU/iOGHHvWFh-A/s400/ps+wedding4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think there were too many cameras so all of us stared at different direction.  I will not foret the whistle man.  That camera man who wore a whistle to get ppl's attention when he is videoing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY2Rl7d4tTI/AAAAAAAABAM/k0BTEvRhER0/s1600-h/ps+wedding3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300052417289172274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY2Rl7d4tTI/AAAAAAAABAM/k0BTEvRhER0/s400/ps+wedding3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SWEET :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY2QVKzWEiI/AAAAAAAABAE/qRPO73Zv_b8/s1600-h/ps+wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300051029836304930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY2QVKzWEiI/AAAAAAAABAE/qRPO73Zv_b8/s400/ps+wedding2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a time for us to gather together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY2QFuX5PkI/AAAAAAAAA_8/yqgH7vxaBqA/s1600-h/ps+wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300050764506938946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY2QFuX5PkI/AAAAAAAAA_8/yqgH7vxaBqA/s400/ps+wedding1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha... What is the fan doing there? It spoilt our picture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-1337688525150718141?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/1337688525150718141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=1337688525150718141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1337688525150718141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/1337688525150718141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-closed-friends-wed.html' title='Another Closed Friend&apos;s Wed'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SY2SFeikapI/AAAAAAAABAU/iOGHHvWFh-A/s72-c/ps+wedding4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-6181955084877172714</id><published>2009-02-06T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:15:04.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGJ 8368</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SYwZMJfuC5I/AAAAAAAAA_c/TyLtwshwltc/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299638558006315922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SYwZMJfuC5I/AAAAAAAAA_c/TyLtwshwltc/s400/DSC01742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning, I sent a friend to Public Bank located at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Puteh&lt;/span&gt;. I had something to do over there as well. I parked my car right in front of PB. When I was done, i went back to my car and saw this &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;----- &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt; was blocking my way. I honked and honked for about 7 minutes, nobody came out. A lot of people stuck their heads out to see what happened. But not the owner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I honked a few more times, the owner came out from the bank. She walked so slowly as if she bought the road. When she came out, she did not show any guiltiness. She even took her time to check her co-driver side to see if there's any scratch! Oh man, I was getting so impatient. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; was fortunate enough, if it's not me, she will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; scold very badly! Sigh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-6181955084877172714?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/6181955084877172714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=6181955084877172714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6181955084877172714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/6181955084877172714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/02/agj-8368.html' title='AGJ 8368'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/SYwZMJfuC5I/AAAAAAAAA_c/TyLtwshwltc/s72-c/DSC01742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-7974731002748665838</id><published>2009-02-04T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:00:05.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy or Grumpy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a happy day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thank God for the weather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a happy day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm living it for my Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a happy day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things are gonna get better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living each day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the promises &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In God's Word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a grumpy day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't stand the weather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a grumpy day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living it for myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a grumpy day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And things aren't gonna get better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living each day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the Bible on my shelf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I find it so difficult to sing this song on Wednesdays.  Not every Wednesday of course.  Some times some of my colleagues will choose this song.  Imagine when your mood is so bad, and you are to sing this song.  Well, you can choose to be quiet.  Some how, it makes me feel weird.  But this song also reminds me to thank God and to praise God no matter how my mood is.  In all seasons, praise the Lord.  The world is still beautiful and I trust that God will help each of us through especially when we are facing problems, be it relationships, work, or health.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-7974731002748665838?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/7974731002748665838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=7974731002748665838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7974731002748665838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/7974731002748665838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-or-grumpy.html' title='Happy or Grumpy?'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-3598483425669456365</id><published>2009-01-22T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:45:56.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is My Neighbour?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my turn to share during our weekly devotion.  Days before yesterday I already struggled as I did not know what to share.  My own devotion with God is still not consistent.  Until Wednesday I still couldn't find any topic.  On Monday, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; Our Daily Journey with Jesus.  My sister's copy.  Since she is not back yet, I opened it and flipped it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been praying for inspiration, praying for the right topic to share.  Finally "Who Is My Neighbour?" caught my attention.  I read through and thought it was quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; and I supposed I will be able to share something out of it.  The references that were given was from Luke 10:29- 38.  It was about the parable of the Good Samaritan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus started to tell this parable when a legal expert asked Jesus "Who is my neighbour?" in verse 29.  The story goes like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was a Jewish man who was travelling from Jerusalem to Jericho and he was attacked by bandits.  The bandits stripped him of his clothes and money, beat him up and left him half dead by the roadside.  Then a Jewish priest came along, he was going to the temple; but when he saw the man lying there, he crossed to the other side of the road and passed him by.  A Temple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;assistant&lt;/span&gt; walked over and looked at him lying there, but he also passed by on the other side of the road.  (Both of them were Jews).  Then a despised Samaritan came along and when he saw the Jewish man, he felt deep pity.  The Samaritan soothed his wound with medicine and bandage them.  He took the man to an inn and paid the innkeeper and told him to take care of him.  He even told the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;innkeeper&lt;/span&gt; that if what he had paid was not enough, he will pay again when he's back again.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesus asked the legal expert after telling the story.  He asked&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;,"Which of these 3 would you say was a neighbour to the man who was attacked by bandits."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of course the legal expert's answer was the same as us, the one who showed him mercy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a neighbour has nothing to do with how near we live to others, or how similar our religion or race.  Being a neighbour depends simply on our humanity- and on need.  Anyone you or I come in contact with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; has a need is our neighbour.  And to love our neighbour means to care enough to reach out and help in anyway we can.- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;extracted from the devotional material&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jewish priest may have saved many souls for the Lord when he preached.  However, he couldn't see the immediate need of the Jewish man.    They were of the same race but yet, he did not bother to lend his hand to him.  How sad it is when we are on the same boat and yet, we keep fighting for attention, keep arguing, keep blaming each other and can't see our weaknesses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( This thought came when I was driving my sis to school on Wednesday morning).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted 2 questions before I ended my sharing. &lt;br /&gt;1.  Are we gonna wait for people to help us (like the legal expert who asked who is my neighbour)&lt;br /&gt;     or are we gonna equip ourselves to help others?&lt;br /&gt;2.  Are we gonna stay here blaming each other or are we gonna move on to a higher ground to&lt;br /&gt;     help even more people around us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I reached my office that day, I found out that 2 of my colleagues had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt;.  my boss was telling me about that matter and my eyes were teary.  I felt so disappointed and I was thinking when is that gonna end.  I do not know how to express my feelings even now.  I just felt upset maybe.  Or I was touched knowing that God chose the right topic for me to share.  maybe too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that God has already ministered to them.  I can only keep praying for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-3598483425669456365?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/3598483425669456365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=3598483425669456365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/3598483425669456365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/3598483425669456365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-is-my-neighbour.html' title='Who Is My Neighbour?'/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24060011.post-4930762811208109976</id><published>2009-01-15T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:04:18.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a strange Wednesday. After sending sister to school and picked a new colleague from there. We started our journey to Canning Garden. We were early and we did not have keys. So we gotta wait outside. I thought since I've a company, why not we sit at that part. We each had a book. However, we ended up chatting. We were not only chatting among ourselves. There was another old lady meditating there. When she noticed us, she talked to us. She asked us about our work and she knew one of my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, that old lady went home. Then came another old lady, said that she's working for government as a counselor. She said some times people will call to ask them where to get help when they have difficult children. She asked about our programme. We explained to her and gave her our contact number. She also asked me where to find those holiday camps for kids. And I introduce her to our church Holiday Club. I gave her my contact number and hopefully she will call me. I did not get to get her phone number as she kept talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a visit to the park and we got to advertise our center and our church. She asked me how our church compound is so big and she also said that our church is a rich church. I should sit at the park more often :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;conteng by...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24060011-4930762811208109976?l=wanwayonegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/feeds/4930762811208109976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24060011&amp;postID=4930762811208109976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4930762811208109976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24060011/posts/default/4930762811208109976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanwayonegod.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-strange-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>oneway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16871767672575572395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBUYVNLjItw/Sz7OYLtklaI/AAAAAAAABM4/bljoKkYMKwU/S220/IMG_0632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
