<?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-7245350</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:02:39.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the way he changed our lives..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-111271710768114867</id><published>2005-04-06T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:53:41.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSED</title><content type='html'>This blog is officially closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering a new phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-111271710768114867?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/111271710768114867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=111271710768114867' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/111271710768114867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/111271710768114867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2005/04/closed.html' title='CLOSED'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110974118181279753</id><published>2005-03-02T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:26:21.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap Into God's Arm</title><content type='html'>Do you sometimes long for a stronger faith - one that would help you live a more adventurous, fulfilling life? Do you sense that God wants more for you, but don't feel up to embracing it? Just as your body becomes stronger through physical exercise, your soul becomes stronger when you exercise your faith. It can be scary to take leaps of faith as you face an unknown future. But there's really no safer place to jump than into the arms of the God who loves you. Here's how you can learn to take leaps of faith:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't settle for a marginal existence. Decide that you want what God wants for you - a radical life that transforms you and significantly impacts God's kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe God's promises. Read the Bible to discover all that you are entitled to as a member of God's family, through a saving relationship with Jesus Christ. Then claim your promised inheritance by believing God will do all He says He will, and living accordingly. Survey the circumstances of your life and open your eyes to the potential for God's work there if you faithfully follow where He leads you. Know that, if God has placed dreams in your heart, He will make them come true. Put your God-given talents to use and do the best work you possibly can in whatever you do. Take time on a regular basis to thank God for all He has done - and will do - for you. Ask Him to develop contentment and peace in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trade the "good life" for real life. Don't strive merely for our world's version of the "good life" - acquiring all the things and relationships you think you need to be happy. Realize that the best the world has to offer can only bring you temporary satisfaction. Instead, live for Jesus, passionately pursuing His purposes above all else. When you do this, you'll experience real fulfillment that will continue into eternity. Ask God to reveal the ultimate mission He wants you to accomplish during your time on Earth. Write your mission statement, and make decisions about how to spend your time, energy, and money according to it. Don't pin your ultimate hopes on any people, things, or circumstances. Realize that God is the only One you can count on - and the only One you really need. Don't be so caught up in the gifts that you miss the Gift-giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look toward your eternal home. Understand that Earth is not your ultimate home; heaven is. Decide to spend your time on Earth growing in all the ways God wants you to prepare for eternity with Him. Be willing to leave things, places, and even people behind so you can follow wherever God leads you. Pursue joy instead of happiness. Happiness is based on your current circumstances, so it comes and goes. But the joy that comes from God is possible to have in the midst of any type of circumstances. Ask the Holy Spirit to help you experience this joy, that's more powerful than transitory happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go public with your faith. If Jesus has saved you, pass the lifeline along to others by sharing the Gospel message with them. Be alert to opportunities God gives you to do so. Ask the Holy Spirit to cause things that touch God's heart to touch your heart as well so you'll be motivated to reach out to others who need Him. Don't spend all your time with like-minded people. Develop meaningful friendships with non-Christians and model a life of holiness and love for them. Once you get to know them well, share the Gospel with them in natural ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect God to show up. Know that God is always at work, even when you can't yet see any apparent answers to some of your prayers. Approach every situation expecting God to show up - sometimes in unexpected ways. Trust in the wisdom of the One who made the universe to have perfect timing. Have confidence in His goodness and mercy. Remember that He hears every one of your prayers - even those offered in the midst of stress, doubt, or despair. Understand that God will respond to even a small amount of faith and meet you where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember God's work. Keep traditions that remind you of powerful ways God has worked in your life in the past. Celebrate sacraments like communion that remind you of God's powerful work in history. Share family stories with your children so they can learn how God worked in their ancestor's lives. Commit to a church family and fully participate in it so you can recall and celebrate God's faithfulness together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the right kind of legacy. Don't be nearly as concerned with your reputation, job, or contribution to society as you are about who you are in Christ. Realize that the only that has lasting value is how well you loved God and other people. Take the time to invest in others as much as you can, sharing God's love with them. Pass on encouragement whenever you get the chance. Affirm other people's gifts and capabilities much more than pointing out their shortcomings. Spend your most valuable resource - time - serving others to accomplish things of eternal value in God's kingdom on Earth. Make reading, studying, and meditating on God's word a top priority. Then teach others how to discover the riches in the Bible themselves. Pass on the wisdom you've learned from your life experiences. Open your home to friends and family members regularly to talk about how God is working in your lives. Take as many leaps of faith as you can before God calls you take the final leap of faith from Earth to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adapted from Leap of Faith: Embracing the Life God Promised You, copyright 2004 by Ellie Lofaro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110974118181279753?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110974118181279753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110974118181279753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110974118181279753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110974118181279753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2005/03/leap-into-gods-arm.html' title='Leap Into God&apos;s Arm'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110891329011012797</id><published>2005-02-20T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T23:28:10.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Be Your Vessel</title><content type='html'>Isaiah 64:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But now, O Lord, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You our potter; And all we are the work of Your hand."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must never forget that the Lord is the one that gives us the ability to minister in His Name.  We must come to Him with a contrite heart and let Him be the Potter who moulds our lives to the shape He desires for them so that we may work in His perfect will.  So often we try to do things our way, forgetting that this is not His will for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the cry of your heart be -&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, you are the Potter and I am the clay.Mould me and shape me to do Your will each day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO BE YOUR VESSEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be Your vessel, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Filled to overflowing with Your love,&lt;br /&gt;So people look and see not me but You.&lt;br /&gt;And, because of my example,&lt;br /&gt;May many others seek Your face&lt;br /&gt;And find out all Your promises are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May everything I do, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Be pleasing in Your sight,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing glory not to me, but You alone.&lt;br /&gt;And if that is what it takes, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;To see Your will is done,&lt;br /&gt;I ask You now to break my heart of stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then soften it with oil, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;And remould it as You wish,&lt;br /&gt;To be a vessel fit to do Your will.&lt;br /&gt;Then please wash me white as snow,&lt;br /&gt;With Your precious cleansing blood,&lt;br /&gt;And send me out, Your purpose to fulfil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want You then to use me&lt;br /&gt;To minister Your peace&lt;br /&gt;And touch each aching heart I see in need.&lt;br /&gt;And may each word I speak, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;And everything I do,&lt;br /&gt;Quench the thirsty or sow a fertile seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I want to feel Your Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Flowing out through me,&lt;br /&gt;To minister Your love and perfect peace.&lt;br /&gt;May it touch each fearful heart&lt;br /&gt;I meet along my way,&lt;br /&gt;And from fear and sorrow may it bring release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So use me as Your vessel, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;And anoint me with Your oil&lt;br /&gt;As You send Your Holy Spirit like a dove,&lt;br /&gt;And I will worship You, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Until my work is done,&lt;br /&gt;And You take me to my Father up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Copyright © 1998 Christine Chipman. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110891329011012797?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110891329011012797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110891329011012797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110891329011012797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110891329011012797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-want-to-be-your-vessel.html' title='I Want To Be Your Vessel'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110788459303193679</id><published>2005-02-09T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T01:43:13.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Leper Story</title><content type='html'>Matthew 8:1-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When He had come down from the mountain, great multitudes followed Him. And behold, a leper came and worshiped Him, saying, "Lord, if You are willing, You can make me clean." Then Jesus put out His hand and touched him, saying, "I am willing; be cleansed." Immediately his leprosy was cleansed. And Jesus said to him, "See that you tell no one; but go your way, show yourself to the priest, and offer the gift that Moses commanded, as a testimony to them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Luke chose to tell this same story. But with apologies to all three writers, I must say none tell enough. Oh, we know the man's disease and his decision, but as to the rest? We are left with questions. The authors offer no name, no history and no description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my curiosity gets the best of me, and I wonder out loud. That's what I'm about to do here - wonder out loud about the man who felt Jesus' compassionate touch. He makes one appearance, has one request, and receives one touch. But that one touch changed his life forever. And I wonder if his story went on something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For five years no one touched me. No one. Not one person. Not my wife. Not my child. Not my friends. No one touched me. They saw me. They spoke to me. I sensed love in their voices. I saw concern in their eyes. But I didn't feel their touch. There was no touch. Not once. No one touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is common to you, I coveted. Handshakes. Warm embraces. A tap on the shoulder to get my attention. A kiss on the lips to steal a heart. Such moments were taken from my world. No one touched me. No one bumped into me. What I would have given to be bumped into, to be caught in a crowd, for a shoulder to brush against another's. But for five years it has not happened. How could it? I was not allowed on the streets. Even the rabbis kept their distance from me. I was not permitted in my synagogue. Not even welcome in my own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was untouchable. I was a leper. And no one touched me. Until today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about this man because in the old testament times leprosy was the most dreaded disease. The condition rendered the body a mass of ulcers and decay. Fingers would curl and gnarl. Blotches of skin would discolor and stink. Certain types of leprosy would numb nerve endings, leading to a loss of fingers, toes, even a whole foot or hand. Leprosy was death by inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social consequences were as severe as the physical. Considered contagious, the leper was quarantined, banished to a leper colony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In scripture, leper is symbolic of the ultimate outcast: infected by a condition he did not seek, rejected by those he knew, avoided by people he did not know, condemned to a future he could not bear. And in memory of each outcast must have been the day he was forced to face the truth: life would never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One year during harvest, my grip on the scythe seemed weak. The tips of my fingers numbed. First, one finger then another. Within a short time, I could grip the tool but scarcely feel it. By the end of the season, I felt nothing at all. The hand grasping the handle might as well belonged to someone else - the feeling was gone. I said nothing to my wife, but I know she suspected something. How could she not? I carried my hand against my body like a wounded bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon, I plunged my hands into a basin of water intending to wash my face. The water reddened. My finger was bleeding, bleeding freely. I didn't even know I was wounded. How did I cut myself? On a knife? Did my hand slide across the sharp edge of metal? It must have, but I didn't feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's on your clothes, too," my wife said softly. She was behind me. Before looking at her, I looked down at the crimson spots in my robe. For the longest time I stood over the basin, staring at my hands. Somehow I knew my life was forever being altered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shall I go with you to tell the priest?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No," I sighed, "I'll go alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and looked into her moisted eyes. Standing next to her was out three-year-old daughter. Squatting, I gazed into her face and stroked her cheeks, saying nothing. What could I say? I stood and looked again at my wife. She touched my shoulder, and with my good hand, I touched hers. It would be out final touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years have passed, and no one has touched me since, until today.&lt;br /&gt;The priest didn't touch me. He looked at my hand, now wrapped in a rag. He looked at my face, now shadow in sorrow. I've never faulted him for what he said. He was only doing as he was instructed. He covered his mouth and extended his hand, palm forward. "You are unclean," he told me. With one pronouncement, I lost my family, my farm, my future, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife met me at the city gates with a sack of clothing and bread and coins. She didn't speak. By now friends have gathered. What I saw in their eyes was a precursor to what I've seen in every eye since: fearful pity. As I stepped out, they stepped back. Their horror of my disease was greater than their concern for my heart - so they, and everyone else I have seen since, stepped back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I repulsed those who saw me. Five years of leprosy had left my hands gnarled. Tips of my fingers were missing as were portion of my ear and my nose. At the sight of me, fathers grabbed their children. Mothers covered their faces. Children pointed and stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rags on my body couldn't hide my sores. Nor could the wrap on my face hide the rage in my eyes. I didn't even try to hide it. How many nights did I shake my crippled fist at the silent sky? "What did I do to deserve this?" But never a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some think I sinned. Some think my parents sinned. I don't know. All I know is that I grew so tired of it all: sleeping in the colony, smelling the stench. I grew so tired of the bell I was required to wear around my neck to warn people of my presence. As if I needed it. One glance and the announcements began, "Unclean! Unclean! Unclean!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago, I dared walk the road to my village. I had no intent of entering. Heaven knows I only wanted to look again upon my fields. Gaze upon my home. And see, perchance, the face of my wife. I did not see her. But I saw some children playing in a pasture. I hid behind a tree and watched them scamper and run. Their faces were so joyful and their laughter so contagious that for a moment, for just that moment, I was no longer a leper. I was a farmer. I was a father. I was a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infused with their happiness, I stepped out from behind the trees, straightened my back, breathe deeply.. And they saw me. Before I could retreat they saw me. And they screamed. And they scattered. One lingered, though, behind the others. One paused and looked in my direction. I don't know, and I can't say for sure, but I think, I really think. She was my daughter. And I don't know, I really can't say for sure. But I think she was looking for her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That look is what made me take the step I took today. Of cause it was reckless. Of course it was risky. But what did I have to lose? He calls himself God's Son. Either he will hear my complaint and kill me or accept my demand and heal me. Those were my thoughts. I came to him as a defiant man. Moved not by faith but by a desperate anger. God had wrought this calamity on my body, and he would either fix it or end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I saw him, and when I saw him. I was changed. You must remember, I'm a farmer, not a poet, so I can't find the words to describe what I saw. All I can say is that the Judean morning are sometimes so fresh and the sunrises so glorious that to look at them is to forget the heart of the day before and the hurt of times past. When I looked at his face, I saw a Judean morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he spoke, I knew he cared. Somehow I knew he hated this disease as much as, no - more- than I hated it. My rage became trust and my anger became hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From behind a rock, I watched him descend a hill. Throngs of people followed him. I waited until he was only paces from me, then I stepped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Master!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped and looked into my direction as did dozen of others. A flood of fear swept across the crowd. Arms flew in front of faces. Children ducked behind parents. "Unclean!" someone shouted. Again, I don't blame them. I was a huddled mass of death. But I scarcely heard them. I scarcely saw them. Their panic I'd seen a thousand times. His compassion, however, I'd never beheld. Everyone stepped back except him. He stepped toward me. Toward me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago, my wife had stepped toward me. She was the last to do so. Now he did. I did not moved. I just spoke. "Lord, you can heal me if you will." Had he healed me with a word, I would have been thrilled. Had he cured me with a prayer, I would have rejoiced. But he wasn't satisfied with speaking to me. He drew near to me. He touched me. Five years ago my wife had touched me. No one touched me since. Until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will." His words were as tender as his touch. "Be healed."&lt;br /&gt;Energy flooded my body like a water through a furrowed field. In an instant, in a moment, I felt warmth where there had been numbness. I felt strength where there has been atrophy. My back straightened and my head lifted. Where I had been eye level with his belt, I now stood eye level with his face. His smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cupped his hands on my cheeks and drew me so near I could feel the warmth of his breathe and see the wetness in his eyes. "Don't tell anyone about this. But go and show yourself to the priest and offer the gift Moses commanded for people who are made well. This will show the people what I have done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that is where I am going. I will show myself to my priest and embrace him. I will show myself to my wife, and I will embrace her. I will pick up my daughter and I will embrace her. And I will never forget the one who dared to touched me. He could have healed me with a word. But he wanted to do more than heal me. He want to honor me, to validate me, to christen me. Imagine that.. Unworthy of the touch of a man, yet worthy of the touch of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch did not heal the disease, you know. Matthew is careful to mention that it was the pronouncement and not the touch of Christ that cured the condition. "Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man and said, "I will. Be healed!" And immediately the man was healed from his disease" (Matthew 8:3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infection was banished by a word from Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness, however, was treated by a touch from Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the power of a godly touch. Haven't you known it? The doctor who treated you, or the teacher who dried your tears? Was there a hand holding yours at a funeral? Another on your shoulder during a trial? A handshake of welcome at a new job? A pastoral prayer for healing? Haven't we known the power of a godly touch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we offer the same?&lt;br /&gt;Many of you already do. Some of you have the master touch of the Physician himself. You use your hands to pray over the sick and minister to the weak. If you aren't touching them personally, your hands are writing letters, dialing phones, baking pies. You have learned the power of a touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other of us tend to forget. Our hearts are good; it's just that our memories are bad. We forget how significant one touch can be. We fear saying the wrong thing or using the wrong tone or acting the wrong way. So rather that do it incorrectly, we do nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we glad Jesus didn't make the same mistake? If your fear of doing the wrong things prevents you from doing things, keep in mind the perspective of the lepers of the world. They aren't picky. They aren't flincky. They're just lonely. They are yearning for a godly touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus touched the untouchables of the world. Will you do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110788459303193679?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110788459303193679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110788459303193679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110788459303193679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110788459303193679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-leper-story.html' title='A New Leper Story'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110666567314851009</id><published>2005-01-25T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:07:53.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Proud And Noble Cause</title><content type='html'>Chanced upon this interesting quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember all human lives get used up.&lt;br /&gt;The lives of all kinds of people get used up for a multitude of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;On the same token, my own life was spent on the weapons's I've made and the ones i love.&lt;br /&gt;And now, you must find.. something that used up your own life.&lt;br /&gt;A proud, noble cause to fight for!" - Diaz Ragu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found mine. Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110666567314851009?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110666567314851009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110666567314851009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110666567314851009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110666567314851009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2005/01/proud-and-noble-cause.html' title='A Proud And Noble Cause'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110606224054977702</id><published>2005-01-18T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:30:40.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of Man of God (1 Kings 13)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why did the innocent prophet recieved death? It was the old prophet's fault that he lied to him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He may have been innocent, but God's command to him in 1 Kings 13:9 was very clear: "You shall not eat bread, nor drink water, nor return by the same way you came." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clearly, for a man with such a high office as a prophet, he forgot whose voice he was to obey directly. Sometimes, it can be a reminder for us that we must test all things, even if the source which the word comes to us may appear to be good. God does not contradict His own Word, and it's something we must always remember when we test a word, even if it may come from the most respected prophet you know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe the key issue here is one of obedience. The higher the office the Lord gives us, the more critical it is for us to obey the Lord, because we (as fallible humans) can always turn God's anointing into something for evil instead of for good. As Spiderman also learnt, "The greater the power, the greater the responsibility." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you take a look at Moses, when he asked God to show him His glory, the Lord told him that he must be hidden behind a cleft of rock, and that he could not see His face but His back. It might not have been a sin to step out from his hidden place, and a noble desire to see God's face directly, but if Moses had done that, he would have died. There are always consequences for disobedience to God's Word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110606224054977702?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110606224054977702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110606224054977702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110606224054977702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110606224054977702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2005/01/death-of-man-of-god-1-kings-13.html' title='Death of Man of God (1 Kings 13)'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110597762659420391</id><published>2005-01-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T00:00:26.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question to ask..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110597762659420391?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110597762659420391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110597762659420391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110597762659420391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110597762659420391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2005/01/question-to-ask.html' title='Question to ask..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110579928540467602</id><published>2005-01-15T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:28:05.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reformat..</title><content type='html'>Reformat..............&lt;br /&gt;Reformating...&lt;br /&gt;Reformated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110579928540467602?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110579928540467602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110579928540467602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110579928540467602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110579928540467602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2005/01/reformat.html' title='Reformat..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110546286535570021</id><published>2005-01-12T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T01:02:25.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The making of a introvert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate? Who growls or scowls or grunts or winces when accosted with pleasantries by people who are just trying to be nice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, do you tell this person he is "too serious," or ask if he is okay? Regard him as aloof, arrogant, rude? Redouble your efforts to draw him out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An expert describes the 8 different types of introverts and gives colorful descriptions and examples from real life to help you identify yourself in one of the categories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Center content column --&gt;&lt;div id="content2"&gt;&lt;a id="top" name="top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Report for: Tho Liang Wei &lt;p&gt;&lt;dfn&gt;Idealists&lt;/dfn&gt;, as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self -- always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Idealists are sure that friendly cooperation is the best way for people to achieve their goals. Conflict and confrontation upset them because they seem to put up angry barriers between people. Idealists dream of creating harmonious, even caring personal relations, and they have a unique talent for helping people get along with each other and work together for the good of all. Such interpersonal harmony might be a romantic ideal, but then Idealists are incurable romantics who prefer to focus on what might be, rather than what is. The real, practical world is only a starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out to be understood. This idea of a mystical or spiritual dimension to life, the "not visible" or the "not yet" that can only be known through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to Idealists than the world of material things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Highly ethical in their actions, Idealists hold themselves to a strict standard of personal integrity. They must be true to themselves and to others, and they can be quite hard on themselves when they are dishonest, or when they are false or insincere. More often, however, Idealists are the very soul of kindness. Particularly in their personal relationships, Idealists are without question filled with love and good will. They believe in giving of themselves to help others; they cherish a few warm, sensitive friendships; they strive for a special rapport with their children; and in marriage they wish to find a "soulmate," someone with whom they can bond emotionally and spiritually, sharing their deepest feelings and their complex inner worlds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Idealists are rare, making up between 20 and 25 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="fourtypes"&gt;The Four types of Idealists are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="thetypes"&gt;Healers (&lt;abbr title="Introversion/Intuition/Feeling/Perception"&gt;INFP&lt;/abbr&gt;) Counselors (&lt;abbr title="Introversion/Intuition/Feeling/Judgement"&gt;INFJ&lt;/abbr&gt;) Champions (&lt;abbr title="Extroversion/Intuition/Feeling/Perception"&gt;ENFP&lt;/abbr&gt;) Teachers (&lt;abbr title="Extroversion/Intuition/Feeling/Perception"&gt;ENFJ&lt;/abbr&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Healer.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110546286535570021?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110546286535570021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110546286535570021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110546286535570021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110546286535570021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2005/01/making-of-introvert.html' title='The making of a introvert.'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110498225951184720</id><published>2005-01-05T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T11:30:59.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years Old..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5th Jan 05.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm now officially two year old in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was saved on 5th Jan 03 in Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Extraction from my personal testimony:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In December 2002, I met a very interesting ACJC guy named Don in a scout camp at Thailand. It was an international camp and consists of many people all around the world. As Don and I was in the same camp and same tent as him for 14 days and we slept side by side all this while. Everyday I started to talk to him more and more trying to know what is the thing that makes him so positive to the things around him. I soon realize that he is a Christian during one of the events held during the camp. On the first Sunday of 2003 during the camp, he and a few other Christian in the group invited me to go to a service held there. I eagerly agreed and hope to find this love that my heart is lacking of.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;During the service, the pastor preaches about how people in the world are seeking love and can’t find it. It was just what I wanted to know about and it really struck my heart. It was during this time that I realize that Jesus loves me to the extent of dying for me. It’s like Him coming right before me and say that He loves me. I was so touched by His love and that night I accepted Him into my life. I have never felt a love like this before and I simply throw down all my pride and kneel down before Him. I didn’t know at that point of time that my life would be totally revolutionized after that encounter with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Following is the first worship song i sang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABOVE ALL POWERS, ABOVE ALL KINGS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABOVE ALL NATURE AND ALL CREATED THINGS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABOVE ALL WISDOM AND ALL THE WAYS OF MAN &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU WERE HERE BEFORE THE WORLD BEGAN                                                          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABOVE ALL  KINGDOMS, ABOVE ALL THRONES &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABOVE ALL WONDERS THE WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN ABOVE ALL WEALTH AND TREASURES OF THE EARTH  THERE'S NO WAY TO MEASURE WHAT YOU'RE WORTH                                              &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRUCIFIED, LAID BEHIND THE STONE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU LIVED TO DIE, REJECTED AND ALONE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; LIKE THE ROSE,  TRAMPLE ON THE GROUND &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU TOOK THE FALL, AND THOUGHT OF ME &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABOVE ALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110498225951184720?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110498225951184720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110498225951184720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110498225951184720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110498225951184720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2005/01/two-years-old.html' title='Two Years Old..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110476798570697118</id><published>2005-01-03T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T23:59:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Reopen</title><content type='html'>School has once again Re-open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 3 January 2005 to Friday 11 March 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my next holiday on 11 March onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now,&lt;br /&gt;School is very much stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Tests are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;And i have one core modules i'm super weak in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help!&lt;br /&gt;Additional Maths. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed. Stressed. Stressed.&lt;br /&gt;But not at all worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos i have the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning i have a test.&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue to study for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110476798570697118?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110476798570697118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110476798570697118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110476798570697118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110476798570697118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2005/01/school-reopen.html' title='School Reopen'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110459259880261481</id><published>2005-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:16:38.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2004</title><content type='html'>Goodbye 2004,&lt;br /&gt;Hello 2005.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it will be a great year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been great but i know 2005 will be better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much forgotten but You know i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;As long as my walk with You is assured.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care all the things that have passed,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the awards that i have bagged.&lt;br /&gt;As long as i have You, i'm sastified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank certain individuals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Yock Kiang&lt;br /&gt;Bro Boon Kiat&lt;br /&gt;Sis Pauline&lt;br /&gt;Bro Adriel&lt;br /&gt;Krystle&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;Jody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to say yet i just cant put them into words.&lt;br /&gt;Each one of you have been such a blessing into my life and i'm happy that you all came into my life. I never regret the very day i came to church and made the important decision. It was you all who encourage me and brought me to who i am today. If it wasn't for you all, i believe i would still be lost and might never have a chance to met my Lord. Altough there were ups and downs in the relationship we had, but it all brought us closer in the end. I really appreciate the little things that you all do and i am so happy. Yes. Happy that you all are in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to thank you all and i love you all lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all get ready for the upcoming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystle: We have the same goal and vision.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth: I can visualize you as church electric guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;Jody: You can be a national swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this would be possible only if we were to grab hold of this 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Never to let it be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;I trusted God and believe that He would take me to the next level in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets work hard together everyone. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;2005, for the glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110459259880261481?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110459259880261481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110459259880261481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110459259880261481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110459259880261481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2005/01/goodbye-2004.html' title='Goodbye 2004'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110424951069821067</id><published>2004-12-28T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:58:30.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking out the dirt</title><content type='html'>Tonight as i use my laptop, i feel uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;The keyboard doesn't seem it's usual self.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't functioning properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love button isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;Which is literally the "L" button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the keyboard can still function,&lt;br /&gt;But one key is down.&lt;br /&gt;Feels weird with the "Love" button mulfunctioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our life, we might still be functioning.&lt;br /&gt;We might eat, sleep, talk and be lame,&lt;br /&gt;like any other people.&lt;br /&gt;But all our us might be like my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appeared to be looking fine, strong&lt;br /&gt;and maybe even charming as me.&lt;br /&gt;But you actually have a "love" button mulfuncting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might not know it,&lt;br /&gt;But you yourself knows it.&lt;br /&gt;You tried to ignore it,&lt;br /&gt;and continue being yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outsiders don't see it,&lt;br /&gt;yet you are constantly ignoring it.&lt;br /&gt;Trying your best to function with the "Love" button.&lt;br /&gt;You feel uneasy but tries to cover it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is imperfect is some ways or other.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for me.&lt;br /&gt;To me, i'm trying hard to get my keyboard working,&lt;br /&gt;Getting it back to how it used to be. 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to get my keyboard back to life,&lt;br /&gt;and the "L" button back working.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm gonna teach you how i do it.&lt;br /&gt;It might help you in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing i did,&lt;br /&gt;I acknowedge that my button is faulty and needs repair.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on forever hiding the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I have to first understand that it needs to be repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often in life, we tend to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;We try to avoid letting our flaws shown to people.&lt;br /&gt;We don't want to admit we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But friends, it's time to acknowledge certain areas in our lifes have to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i remove the whole "L" button out.&lt;br /&gt;Yes i removed the button.&lt;br /&gt;I know there was a problem with it,&lt;br /&gt;So i took it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, when we know we have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;We have to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;We want to change it from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;and not from outside in, which normally won't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i have my button out,&lt;br /&gt;the real problem finally is shown.&lt;br /&gt;I saw for myself the very underlying cause&lt;br /&gt;that cause my "L" button to mulfunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a small piece of potato chip&lt;br /&gt;which got stuck in the gap.&lt;br /&gt;Chips from everyday eating,&lt;br /&gt;causing big havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somestimes, the very little things that we do,&lt;br /&gt;can cause major after effects in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Just like eating chips, the small chips&lt;br /&gt;that drop on the keyboard can cause it to mulfunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ought to be careful in our lives,&lt;br /&gt;that whatever we do,&lt;br /&gt;we are glorifying God&lt;br /&gt;and not otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we continue in doing such,&lt;br /&gt;we would be adding more and more chips&lt;br /&gt;to the already mulfunctioning keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;causing more problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, i want to challenge you all today&lt;br /&gt;whatever areas you your life that i mulfunctioning now,&lt;br /&gt;open it up and take away the root of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Don't continue sinking deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to resolve the problem you have now,&lt;br /&gt;where in your life you need to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;Start to open up&lt;br /&gt;and take away the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God, i took the effort to take it out&lt;br /&gt;and now my keyboard is funtioning perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;The "L" button is back running&lt;br /&gt;and same goes spiritually. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110424951069821067?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110424951069821067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110424951069821067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110424951069821067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110424951069821067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/12/taking-out-dirt.html' title='Taking out the dirt'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110416405954122022</id><published>2004-12-28T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:19:47.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/abc.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/DSC00619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Charming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/DSC00627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayang Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/DSC00557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/DSC00655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brudders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/cool-ed1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110416405954122022?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110416405954122022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110416405954122022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110416405954122022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110416405954122022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/12/nice-pictures.html' title='Nice Pictures'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110399591343715659</id><published>2004-12-26T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T01:31:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giver..</title><content type='html'>He gave me His shoulder&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me my hope&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a friend&lt;br /&gt;When I was alone.&lt;br /&gt;He sent me His love,&lt;br /&gt;And gave me a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me understanding&lt;br /&gt;When I was in need&lt;br /&gt;I needed to grow -&lt;br /&gt;He planted the seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me peace&lt;br /&gt;When I was in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to drown,&lt;br /&gt;But He pulled me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought He gave all&lt;br /&gt;That one man could give&lt;br /&gt;But then He gave me His life&lt;br /&gt;So through Him I could live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His final gift of love&lt;br /&gt;Was done for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;He gave us all He had,&lt;br /&gt;When they nailed Him to the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110399591343715659?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110399591343715659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110399591343715659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110399591343715659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110399591343715659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/12/giver.html' title='The Giver..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110373356337282208</id><published>2004-12-23T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:39:23.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas..</title><content type='html'>All i want for Christmas is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't really know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't really lack anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not rich or what.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sastified with what i have now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But some things i just need more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't really know what i need more,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But i need God more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any other thing else would be bonus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe something practical,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and worth rememberance would be good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Definately not something edible,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cos i want to have memories of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But also not decorative.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something that i would use frequently,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;like wallet, shoes, shirt etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would remember you whenever i use it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So my wishlist is simple.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something worth rememberance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats all i want for Christmas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110373356337282208?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110373356337282208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110373356337282208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110373356337282208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110373356337282208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110351751919913133</id><published>2004-12-20T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T02:55:45.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Quotes</title><content type='html'>"If you believe those four words, "In the beginning God," you have no problem believing all of the Bible." - Raymond Barber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Bible is alive, it speaks to me; it has feet, it runs after me; it has hands, it lays hold of me." - Martin Luther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Bible tells us to love our neighbours, and also to love our enemies; probably because they are generally the same people." - G.K. Chesterton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may as well quit reading and hearing the Word of God, and give in to the devil, if you do not desire to live according to it." - Martin Luther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the game will never be over... because we're keeping the dream alive..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110351751919913133?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110351751919913133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110351751919913133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110351751919913133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110351751919913133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/12/famous-quotes.html' title='Famous Quotes'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110337225532634398</id><published>2004-12-18T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T20:27:13.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from NaCL camp</title><content type='html'>Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had learnt alot from this camp and a lot of areas in my life have to be changed. Some areas i have to mantain and some i have to change and some i have to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During session 2, pastor once again preach about the cost of discipleship and i have heard it so many times. Neverthesless, the Word of God never fail to touch me. Everytime i heard this message, the Holy Spirit would just convict me of certain areas in my life that i have to give up. I made an important decision in my life and i'll never regret that. I gave up an important aspect of my life and it hurts me a lot. Because of my ability to give that up, God affirm me that the moment that i gave the up, i'll be ready to receive what He will be giving to me. In the past, because i can't afford to give it up, i'm not ready to receive, But now.. things are different. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing was the campfire and the best manhood award. I was glad that i emerge the winner but one thing we need to know was that the key to winning this was not what we do in the camp itself etc. True manhood is what we do outside of camp and for the purpose of being a true man of God. I thank God that i have been doing what a man is suppose to do all along and the award was God reward for me for doing so. It is not just one time event but we need to all continue to grow more and more like Jesus, a true man of God. Amen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Days. One of the tribulation games that we played. I was caught and sent for torture. We were blindfolded and and lead to the torture room. The true battle was from the moment we are blindfolded all the while till we start to be tortured. Why? Because the mental challenge that we have when we were blindfold, it is when our values start to be challenged. What we are prepared to go through is the level of faith that we have in God. The will power and conviction that you have in you is a very crucial key to staying faithful during the last days. Praise God i survived and my faith in God was strengthen. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the last time i said that i got a chance to lead praise for one of the session in Taiwan? This time during the camp, i was ask to lead praise for one of the session as well. I really thank God for the chance and because of the decision i made a couple of weeks ago, i'm where i am. Leading praise in front of 100++ people with a full band. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy from kenneth blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we got there and talk abt all the funny stuff during the camp.lol. esp during the shower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;liangwei: who has shampoo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quanhan: No~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then everyone started no-ing in all kinds of voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really enjoyed the NaCL camp and greatly blessed. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110337225532634398?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110337225532634398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110337225532634398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110337225532634398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110337225532634398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-from-nacl-camp.html' title='Back from NaCL camp'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110295618713633008</id><published>2004-12-14T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T00:43:07.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaCl Camp</title><content type='html'>Out for camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110295618713633008?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110295618713633008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110295618713633008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110295618713633008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110295618713633008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/12/nacl-camp.html' title='NaCl Camp'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110257999691624573</id><published>2004-12-09T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T16:16:28.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Taiwan</title><content type='html'>Never once in my life, had i experience such a great overseas trip.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know where to start but the experience was really great.&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting for the next chance to go over next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip was fantastic and i really miss everyone there. I believe that the youths there are stongly impacted and we as a whole are also impacted. There was a great impartation and thank God we uphold CHC name. We didn't dissapoint pastor but there were incidend when pastor discipled us. It was indeed a faith stretchining trip and i believe that all of us who went, our lives are changed once again. We seem to reach the ceiling everytime but this time, we broke through the ceiling and this time to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing was that, the youth are so willing to rise up and sadden to see that not happen within the cellgroup. Felt so burden for the cg and for some specific people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night service, there was a guest speaker. The speaker was greatly anointed and laid hands on everyone. I just cried and cried as i sang the song "Lord you are always here with me" after he laid hands on me. It's time, it's time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a close talk with Bro Kel and i guess it's really important. Time to let go. No more with the chickens but with the eagles. Pastor, i won't dissappoint you! It shall come to pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little bit of struggles during the week but neverthessless it failed to distract me from my main focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another things was that during one of the sessions, anna and i had a great experience. We had a chance to lead praise and worship! I lead praise and anna lead worhip. Bro Kel was the guitarist. It was a wonderful experience and i was so glad it was so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was during tuesday night conference. Pastor was going to preach while me and anna was given another chance. We're BV-ing for that night conference in front of hundreds of people. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystle, Anna, Michelle. Lets move on. N109, N209, N309. Lets move on. Be do-ers and not just hear-ers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110257999691624573?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110257999691624573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110257999691624573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110257999691624573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110257999691624573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-from-taiwan.html' title='Back from Taiwan'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110257844469479250</id><published>2004-12-09T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T15:47:24.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin</title><content type='html'>Was a bit sad that the old template was gone. I like that template.&lt;br /&gt;What most sad is that i lose some important dates that i have on the blog. If anyone does remembers please drop me a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current skin was quite similiar to my emotions and feelings. Spiritually wise, this is exactly what it's supposed to be. Fishers of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110257844469479250?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110257844469479250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110257844469479250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110257844469479250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110257844469479250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-skin.html' title='New skin'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110156839733307650</id><published>2004-11-27T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T23:13:17.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan wo lai ye</title><content type='html'>Once again, i'm back to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, just four more days to Taiwan Mission Trip.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward yet afraid.&lt;br /&gt;You might say "Come on, whats there to afraid?"&lt;br /&gt;But i tell you this, i'm very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i will disgrace myself if i do things wrong but rather i'll disgrace the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time, the church is sending a mission trip consisting of all youths. This is totally different from Sun 8-months crusade and we're not going there to sell Cds or books. This time, it's going there to preach the word and to minister to the people. It's going to stretch me a lot and i believe that after i go through this, my faith will be strengthen.&lt;br /&gt;To think of it, i have to write 2 testimonies, 2 sermons, 2 offering message and all in chinese. Wow. My O's chinese was C5. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the worse. There are more things to do. Will i be able to preach my semons and messgaes effectively to them and in mandrin? Will i be able to break this language barrier? I don't know. I jus have to lean 100% on the Holy Spirit to guide me. The spiritual preparation is also much required. I don't want to just go and enjoy myself. I want to go and impart to the what i have. I pray for impartation to take place and lives be changed. I want to be spiritually prepared. Please pray for me as i embark on this life-changing journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday night, in order to be spiritually prepared, i attended the overnight prayer meeting. I truly want to seek God and pray that His anointing will come upon all of us that are going to Taiwan. The overnight prayer meeting was definately great and my faith was stretch. Why? Even after the overnight prayer meeting is over, we wanted more. After the grueling 6 hours of praying, from 11am to 5am, we carried on, We went to Bro Kel house to continue praying for the Taiwan Trip. We want to be spiritually prepared. Lacking of sleep right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly excited about the Taiwan trip.&lt;br /&gt;Will update if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110156839733307650?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110156839733307650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110156839733307650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110156839733307650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110156839733307650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/11/taiwan-wo-lai-ye.html' title='Taiwan wo lai ye'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110122640422502080</id><published>2004-11-24T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:13:24.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder..</title><content type='html'>It's a long time since i updated.&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason behind this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read from either jie yun or jing xuan blog some time ago, that when you're not happy, you shouldn't blog. You won't want to leave words here at that fit of the moment. The words you use can hurt people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was not happy the past few days. People tend to have bigger foots nowadays and always stepping on my toes. It's either they have bigger foot or my toes have grown bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me a burden for the cg. To really know and understand how a cgl would feel at certain point of time. It makes me ponder over what i have done recently as a cg helper. I wish to do more but yet i'm limited by some things in life at the moment. I'm gonna climb over the obstacle in Jesus name! No weapon form against me shall prosper and i shall fullfill my high calling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, i just have some much to say yet i don't want to express it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be sum in a short prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, keep me in the narrow way and empower me with your spirit to fullfill my highest calling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Increase my capacity to love others and to shine as a light amist the darkness. In Jesus name i pray. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110122640422502080?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110122640422502080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110122640422502080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110122640422502080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110122640422502080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/11/ponder.html' title='Ponder..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110052270174044519</id><published>2004-11-15T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T20:45:01.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Freak</title><content type='html'>Seperated, I cut myself clean from a past that comes back&lt;br /&gt;in my darkest of dreams, Been apprehended by a spiritual&lt;br /&gt;force and a grace that replaced all the me that I've divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rap) I saw a man with a tattoo on his big fat belly, it wiggled&lt;br /&gt;around like marmalade jelly, it took me awhile to catch what&lt;br /&gt;he said 'cause I had to match the rythem of his belly with my&lt;br /&gt;head. Jesus saves is what a raved in A typical tattoo green,&lt;br /&gt;he stood on a box in the middle of the city and he claimed he&lt;br /&gt;had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus) What will people think when they here that I'm a Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Freak, What will people do when they find thats its true. I don't&lt;br /&gt;really care if they label me a Jesus freak. There ain't no&lt;br /&gt;disguising the truth...&lt;br /&gt;No there aint no disguising the truth, I aint hiding the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd. Verse&lt;br /&gt;Kamikaze my death is gain Ive been marked by my Maker a&lt;br /&gt;peculiar display. The high and lofty they see me as weak&lt;br /&gt;cause I won'y live and die for the power they seek, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rap)There was a man in the desert with maps in his head the&lt;br /&gt;sand that he walked was also his bed the words that he spoke&lt;br /&gt;made the people asume there wasn't too much left in the upper&lt;br /&gt;room. The skins on his back and the hair on his face they&lt;br /&gt;thought he was strange by the locusts he ate. The pharisees&lt;br /&gt;tripped when they heard him speak until a king took the head of&lt;br /&gt;this Jesus freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) What will people think when they hear that I'm a Jesus&lt;br /&gt;freak what will people do when they find thats its true I don't&lt;br /&gt;really care if they label me a Jesus freak there aint disguising&lt;br /&gt;the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say i'm strange does it make me a stranger that my&lt;br /&gt;best friend was born in a manger. People say i'm strange&lt;br /&gt;does it make me a stranger that my best friend was born&lt;br /&gt;in a manger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will people think (what will people think) What will people&lt;br /&gt;do (what will people do) I don't really care (what else should I say)&lt;br /&gt;there aint disguising the truth (I'm a Jesus freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110052270174044519?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110052270174044519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110052270174044519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110052270174044519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110052270174044519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/11/jesus-freak.html' title='Jesus Freak'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110031328758925176</id><published>2004-11-13T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T10:34:47.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna post lots of pictures soon. From the carnival! Woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110031328758925176?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110031328758925176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110031328758925176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110031328758925176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110031328758925176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/11/celebration.html' title='Celebration'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-110018590757531274</id><published>2004-11-11T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T23:11:47.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>BOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time since i last updated.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Bush won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. Will be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting to go Taiwan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-110018590757531274?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/110018590757531274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=110018590757531274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110018590757531274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/110018590757531274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109949833876409870</id><published>2004-11-04T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T00:12:18.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RJ2</title><content type='html'>“The greatest discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter his life by simply altering his attitude.” -William James (1843- 1910) Do you agree with the above statement? Do you think that by changing your attitude, you will be doing better for this module?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I strongly believe that by changing your attitude towards certain aspect can change a person life. I believe that my attitude will determine my altitude. How far can I go in life will be determine by my attitude towards it. It is heart wrecking to see a person go so high up and yet fall flat down due to his/her attitude.To have a negative attitude is when you are second last in class and you keep on thinking you are so lousy and keep indulging yourself in self pity. To have a positive attitude is to thank God for not making you the first from the last and to make a decision to continue studying hard to become to the first.I have seen for myself two extreme case of two person who climb all their way up the cooperate ladder and have success. When both of them encounter the same problem, the one with the negative attitude starts to crumple and fall. How is it that the man with the positive attitude can stay at the top despite the entire setback? It is due to his positive attitude, the way he looks at the situation around him.Looking at the problem/situation is a very crucial decision to make. You can either choose to see yourself smaller than the situation or yourself bigger than situation. To lose or gain control of that situation is up to your whole mentality. It’s either the circumstances around that will change you or you change the circumstances around you. I choose the latter option. This is not just a commitment to it but also a process. The process of that will bring you confidence and self-esteem.In regards to Engineering science as a module, I choose to see it as a module under control and it is not bigger that what I can contain. No matter how tough the problem is, I make a choice to want to understand it, to comprehend it. It isn’t easy but it’s much easier when you change your mindset. You need to constantly renew your mind every single day and keep telling that you can do it. The outcome will also be greatly determined by your attitude as it is the power that keeps you moving on and on. Having a positive attitude towards this module is that no matter what grades or result I get from previous weeks, I will still make a choice to understand the problem without letting pride or shame set in me. To fully move on without letting any past defeats or setback to overtake me is one of the choices you have to make. When you have a positive attitude towards things, you can feel the circumstances starts to change and definitely for the better. Therefore, we can all come to this conclusion that changing your attitude is a choice to make, and this choice will either make your life on earth a living heaven or living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109949833876409870?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109949833876409870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109949833876409870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109949833876409870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109949833876409870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/11/rj2.html' title='RJ2'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109949817357207033</id><published>2004-11-04T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T00:09:33.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RJ</title><content type='html'>When you compare how these festivals were celebrated 100 years ago and how they are celebrated now, there are many differences. Assuming it is now 200 years in the future and you have the power to decide which practices to keep and which to discard or modify. What will you do and why? (you can use of any festivals presented in class, or any festival you are familiar with as your subject matter) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Response: &lt;br /&gt;If I am now in the year 2204, there are bound to be &lt;br /&gt;some changes in the world. During this point of time, &lt;br /&gt;if I have the power to decide on which practices to &lt;br /&gt;keep or discard, it would take me a big headache to &lt;br /&gt;decide what to keep and what not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take Easter for example; the main purpose of &lt;br /&gt;celebrating Easter is to celebrate Jesus resurrection &lt;br /&gt;and victory over the devil, where the authority of the &lt;br /&gt;devil is taken away. Death and power is stripped of &lt;br /&gt;the devil when Jesus went to Hades to take it away &lt;br /&gt;before appearing before his disciples on Easter Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one fact that can’t be removed and it is the &lt;br /&gt;main theme of why Easter Day is celebrated. Additions &lt;br /&gt;of Easter eggs, White Lilies and Easter rabbit is not &lt;br /&gt;the main thing and all this are secondary. The &lt;br /&gt;inclusion of eggs, lilies and rabbit can be considered &lt;br /&gt;as relevant as they symbolize certain aspect of the &lt;br /&gt;death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cause, in 2204, there will definitely be some &lt;br /&gt;changes in the world we live in. We will still be &lt;br /&gt;celebrating Easter unless the Second Coming of Jesus &lt;br /&gt;Christ has already taken place. Some changes which I &lt;br /&gt;believe would be the inclusion of certain celebration &lt;br /&gt;items, example that they would have more items to give &lt;br /&gt;away during Easter as they could also symbolize &lt;br /&gt;certain aspect of Eater. Maybe during that time, the &lt;br /&gt;trend of Easter eggs might have fade away while giving &lt;br /&gt;Easter bubble tea might be in trend. All this might &lt;br /&gt;change but the very fact of why Easter is celebrated &lt;br /&gt;still remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the power to decide what practices to keep, I &lt;br /&gt;would choose the practices of going to Church to &lt;br /&gt;worship Jesus and the practice of celebrating the &lt;br /&gt;resurrection of Jesus. This two are two main &lt;br /&gt;compelling reasons and the rest of not that important. &lt;br /&gt;They might add joy and make it more interesting but &lt;br /&gt;after all they are still not the main purpose. The &lt;br /&gt;main joy comes from the very fact that Jesus rose from &lt;br /&gt;the dead. The items symbolizing resurrection can be &lt;br /&gt;removed or change while the key fact of resurrection &lt;br /&gt;would remain. Just like what the bible says in Matthew &lt;br /&gt;24:35 “Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words &lt;br /&gt;will by no means pass away.” We can see that the fact &lt;br /&gt;of Jesus death and resurrection will by no means pass &lt;br /&gt;away and we will still continue to celebrate it. &lt;br /&gt;Therefore, with the power to decide what practices to &lt;br /&gt;keep, I would keep the original practice of worshiping &lt;br /&gt;and celebrating on Easter Sunday while the rest of the &lt;br /&gt;items such as Easter eggs, bunnies or lilies can be &lt;br /&gt;removed and modified.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109949817357207033?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109949817357207033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109949817357207033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109949817357207033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109949817357207033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/11/rj.html' title='RJ'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109945048230611169</id><published>2004-11-03T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T10:54:42.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win or lose</title><content type='html'>Bush Vs Kerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will emerge the winner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109945048230611169?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109945048230611169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109945048230611169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109945048230611169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109945048230611169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/11/win-or-lose.html' title='Win or lose'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109926972165286291</id><published>2004-11-01T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T08:42:01.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Me</title><content type='html'>Isa 6:5-7  Then said I, Woe is me! for I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips: for mine eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts.  Then flew one of the seraphims unto me, having a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar:  And he laid it upon my mouth, and said, Lo, this hath touched thy lips; and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin purged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear what He is saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask Me, I will take the coal and cleanse your lips. &lt;br /&gt;If you ask Me, I will purge you of any thing that is not of Me. &lt;br /&gt;If you ask Me, I will make you whiter than snow. &lt;br /&gt;If you ask Me, I will prepare you to be with Me.&lt;br /&gt;If you ask Me, I will move the mountain. &lt;br /&gt;If you ask Me, the yoke will be broken. &lt;br /&gt;If you ask Me, there shall be peace. &lt;br /&gt;If you ask Me, nothing shall be impossible unto you, for I am in you. &lt;br /&gt;You have not, because you ask not. &lt;br /&gt;Now what is it you think I can't do?&lt;br /&gt;Have you asked Me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109926972165286291?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109926972165286291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109926972165286291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109926972165286291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109926972165286291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/11/ask-me.html' title='Ask Me'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109923961242283973</id><published>2004-11-01T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T00:20:12.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision</title><content type='html'>I remember pastor said about finding a group of people that share the same vision as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt; to find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to grow more but you are not as willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to serve more yet you don't wish to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know more yet you don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pulling me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't flow towards the same vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109923961242283973?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109923961242283973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109923961242283973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109923961242283973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109923961242283973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/11/vision.html' title='Vision'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109915284432695997</id><published>2004-10-31T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T00:14:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question to ponder..</title><content type='html'>Are engineering modules much easier than life science or IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109915284432695997?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109915284432695997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109915284432695997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109915284432695997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109915284432695997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/question-to-ponder.html' title='Question to ponder..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109915221964717727</id><published>2004-10-31T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T00:03:39.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Male or Man?</title><content type='html'>Are you MAN enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109915221964717727?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109915221964717727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109915221964717727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109915221964717727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109915221964717727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/male-or-man.html' title='Male or Man?'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109889712351742140</id><published>2004-10-28T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T01:12:03.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me in..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Take me past the  outer  courts&lt;br /&gt;Into the Holy  place&lt;br /&gt;Past the brazen  altar&lt;br /&gt;Lord I want to see Your  face&lt;br /&gt;Pass me by the crowds of  people&lt;br /&gt;The priests who sing Your  praise&lt;br /&gt;I hunger and thirst for  Your  righteousness&lt;br /&gt;And It's only found one  place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take me into the Holy of  Holies&lt;br /&gt;Take me in by the blood of the  Lamb&lt;br /&gt;Take me in to the Holy of  Holies&lt;br /&gt;Take the coal, cleanse my lips, here  I  am&lt;br /&gt;Take the coal, cleanse my lips, hear  I  am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Written by Dave Browning&lt;br /&gt;© 1986 Glory Alleluia Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109889712351742140?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109889712351742140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109889712351742140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109889712351742140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109889712351742140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/take-me-in.html' title='Take me in..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109889527967723088</id><published>2004-10-28T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T01:14:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OUCH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SCREAMS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109889527967723088?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109889527967723088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109889527967723088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109889527967723088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109889527967723088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109884428807562129</id><published>2004-10-27T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T10:31:28.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refuge</title><content type='html'>I sing a love song to You Lord&lt;br /&gt;Every day, Every night&lt;br /&gt;Tell of Your goodness and mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world how You rescued me&lt;br /&gt;Picked me up from sin and shame&lt;br /&gt;Your breath gives me new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I go from You presence&lt;br /&gt;Under Your wings I take refuge&lt;br /&gt;Your spirit lives within my heart&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll never be a part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I draw closer to You Lord&lt;br /&gt;I long to see Your face&lt;br /&gt;And hide in Your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dwelling in Your Holy place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart O Lord You've changed&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109884428807562129?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109884428807562129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109884428807562129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109884428807562129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109884428807562129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/refuge.html' title='Refuge'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109879677912664109</id><published>2004-10-26T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T21:19:39.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Monday: Had a great prayer meeting today. Republic Polytechnic Harvesters. Presence of God came and it was just like the feeling few months ago. We're back and moving on. Pressing on forward. Breakthrough attendance of 11 peeps. We will keep growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue: Finish my LF and VL tests. Finally finish what i planned to do since the starting of the year. Feeling satisfied. Now taking GOTP, but it was not what i planned initially. Thank God for this chance to continue moving on even after VL is over. As for LF and VL test, i think i will do well. *zhan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109879677912664109?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109879677912664109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109879677912664109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109879677912664109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109879677912664109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109871677636207803</id><published>2004-10-25T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:08:57.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN DOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM FALLING TO MY KNEES&lt;br /&gt;I NEED YOU LORD TO BREATHE ME IN&lt;br /&gt;MY PRAYER IS STILL THE SAME&lt;br /&gt;MY HEART IS CALLING OUT YOUR NAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEET ANOINTING FILL THIS PLACE&lt;br /&gt;I AM FOUND IN YOUR EMBRACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAIN DOWN ON ME&lt;br /&gt;RAIN DOWN ON ME&lt;br /&gt;HERE IN YOUR PRESENCE I AM FREE&lt;br /&gt;POUR DOWN LIKE RAIN&lt;br /&gt;COME AND TOUCH ME AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LORD LET YOUR PRESENCE FALL ON ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M LONGING JUST TO SEE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOUR POWER AND YOUR MAJESTY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SWEET ANOINTING FILL THIS PLACE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM FOUND IN YOUR EMBRACE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SWEET ANOINTING &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WASH ME OVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SWEET ANOINTING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WASH ME OVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAIN DOWN ON ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAIN DOWN ON ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109871677636207803?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109871677636207803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109871677636207803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109871677636207803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109871677636207803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/rain-down.html' title='RAIN DOWN'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109868372167007970</id><published>2004-10-25T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T13:55:21.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*OUCH*</title><content type='html'>Spliting Headache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panadol doesn't seem to help much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109868372167007970?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109868372167007970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109868372167007970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109868372167007970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109868372167007970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/ouch.html' title='*OUCH*'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109863171861506674</id><published>2004-10-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:28:38.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-affirmation</title><content type='html'>The fire from Heaven didn't come in vain.&lt;br /&gt;The approriate time for the appropriate thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up the ladder.&lt;br /&gt;Not just one step at a time but two now.&lt;br /&gt;Not shaking steps but firm and bold steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A re-affirmation of my calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;DWELLING IN YOUR HOLY PLACE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some people this verse means staying in the church as a member.&lt;br /&gt;To me it's different.&lt;br /&gt;God spoke to me in a different way and interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;God spoke to me and re-affirm me of my calling.&lt;br /&gt;Going into full-time ministry.&lt;br /&gt;So it is true, all my life, dwelling in the Holy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like a wake-up call or what.&lt;br /&gt;It is i reach the crossroad.&lt;br /&gt;God pointed the way for me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WILL GO WHERE YOU WANT ME TO GO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WILL BE WHO YOU WANT ME TO BE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep pressing on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109863171861506674?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109863171861506674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109863171861506674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109863171861506674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109863171861506674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/re-affirmation.html' title='Re-affirmation'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109841685057671863</id><published>2004-10-22T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T11:47:30.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New strings</title><content type='html'>Just restringed my classical guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. It sounds great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off you go, old strings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellgroup on saturday is going to be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait. Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, i look cool today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/Macho_Man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109841685057671863?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109841685057671863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109841685057671863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109841685057671863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109841685057671863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-strings.html' title='New strings'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109820059062915588</id><published>2004-10-19T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T00:07:35.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fullfilled</title><content type='html'>Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For another item fullfilled on the wish list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's J&amp;D DG 4S!&lt;br /&gt;Not the Fina FAW3150 which i always wanted but a different one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/dg-4s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headstock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/19-10-04_2145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/19-10-04_2144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/19-10-04_2146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scale: 650mm&lt;br /&gt;Top: S.Spruce Englemann&lt;br /&gt;Back &amp;amp; Side: Mahogany&lt;br /&gt;Neck: Mahogany&lt;br /&gt;Binding: Abalone&lt;br /&gt;Fingerboard: Rosewood&lt;br /&gt;Bridge: Rosewood&lt;br /&gt;Machine Head: Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109820059062915588?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109820059062915588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109820059062915588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109820059062915588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109820059062915588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/fullfilled.html' title='Fullfilled'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109802611948353928</id><published>2004-10-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T23:15:19.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>God: "Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm coming towards you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: "Step forward and let go of all you have"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "But I'll be left with nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: "There is no "But.." in me, are you willing to let go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'll willing, I will let go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: "If you were to put me above anything else, I will.."&lt;br /&gt;God: "Double the anointing that you have unto you and only if you would trust in Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the promises of God stands firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109802611948353928?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109802611948353928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109802611948353928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109802611948353928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109802611948353928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109802059959543337</id><published>2004-10-17T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:43:19.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissappointment</title><content type='html'>I'm dissappointed with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dependent on You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109802059959543337?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109802059959543337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109802059959543337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109802059959543337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109802059959543337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/dissappointment.html' title='Dissappointment'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109776362176651464</id><published>2004-10-14T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T22:20:21.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird..</title><content type='html'>Short Entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 1. I feel like i'm in a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 2. I had a weird dream of losing something dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109776362176651464?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109776362176651464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109776362176651464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109776362176651464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109776362176651464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/weird.html' title='Weird..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109751105966530516</id><published>2004-10-12T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T00:10:59.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The purpose of pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Purpose Of Pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charles Stanley &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherefore in all things it behoved Him to be made like unto His brethren, that He might be a merciful and faithful High Priest in things pertaining to God, to make reconciliation for the sins of the people. For in that He Himself hath suffered being tempted, He is able to succour them that are tempted." Hebrews 2:17-18 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all experience pain, and even suffering at some time in our lives. While our natural reaction to pain is to avoid it, get rid of it, or numb it; we need to realize that God allows pain. In fact, our suffering is a sign of God's love. Let me explain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Adam and Eve sinned, after the infection and sickness of sin came into this world, God said to them, "Cursed is the ground for thy sake..." (Genesis 3:17). He didn't say, "for your punishment," but, "for your sake, for your welfare." The worst thing that could have happened would have been for them to have lived in paradise with a sinful nature and be immune to pain, because pain is the signal that something is wrong and needs to be fixed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pain Protects &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. Paul Brand, a great medical missionary, worked with lepers and saw the suffering that they went through. One of the problems with leprosy is that the leper can no longer feel pain in the leprous parts of his body, and Dr. Brand talked about what a tragedy that was. He said, "If I had the power to eliminate human pain, I would not exercise that right. Pain's value is too great." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a protecting purpose of pain. Dr. Brand said that when a healthy person has an injured leg, he develops a limp that causes him not to put weight down on it. A leper will sometimes wear away a wounded part of his body because he feels no pain. He might burn a cigarette down until it burns his skin and never feel it. He doesn't have pain to protect him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see, pain is a sign of God's love. Thank God for pain. It tells us something is wrong and protects us from harm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pain Unifies &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's also a unifying purpose of pain. Pain unifies the body. Dr. Brand said, "I can tell the health of a human body by its reaction to pain. If the body doesn't react to pain, I know that something there is dreadfully wrong." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever hit your thumb with a hammer? The first thing you do is grab it. Then, you pop it in your mouth. Finally, you do a little dance. I don't know what your knees have to do with your thumb, but you have to do that dance. When one member suffers, every member suffers with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What does that say about the church? It's pain that unifies us as a church. The Bible says when one member suffers, every member suffers with it (1Corinthinas 12:26). We are drawn together by suffering. Dr. Brand said, "You can tell something of the health of a church by the way it responds to the hurting, the helpless, the homeless, the broken, the bruised, the battered, the bleeding, and the impoverished. The body is a healthy body when it responds to pain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pain Corrects &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, there is a correcting purpose of pain. It tells us that something is wrong. If we didn't feel pain, we wouldn't know we were sick, and we wouldn't seek an answer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We live in generation today that feels pain, but rather than trying to get the pain settled, we seek a sedative. That's the reason why many are on drugs. That's why some people look to alcohol or get involved in an adulterous affair. Others watch television and live in a make-believe world because television may be the biggest sedative of all. But as much as we try to avoid it, we need the pain to tell us there is an infection, a sickness. It has to be dealt with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you hurting? Is there pain? Do you have a broken heart? This passage in Hebrews reminds us that Jesus also suffered and therefore understands our sorrows. He has been there and has felt our pain. He came to Earth and became a man that He might be a faithful High Priest, that He might understand and have compassion. Rather than trying to kill our pain with sedatives, we need to turn to our compassionate Savior to bear our pain and suffering&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109751105966530516?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109751105966530516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109751105966530516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109751105966530516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109751105966530516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/purpose-of-pain.html' title='The purpose of pain'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109742858924748526</id><published>2004-10-11T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T01:16:29.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man man man..</title><content type='html'>Fina FAW 3150 aka Fina 2003 Series..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Fina 1216...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna own one of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109742858924748526?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109742858924748526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109742858924748526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109742858924748526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109742858924748526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/man-man-man.html' title='Man man man..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109741895363204898</id><published>2004-10-10T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T22:35:53.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops..</title><content type='html'>Today is my mum's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet she seems moody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109741895363204898?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109741895363204898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109741895363204898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109741895363204898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109741895363204898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/oops.html' title='Oops..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109733746093910744</id><published>2004-10-09T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T23:57:40.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man..</title><content type='html'>Having problems now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right kneecap is failing me. Oh my..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sexy right leg. *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, went to cg today.&lt;br /&gt;Saw this Mini Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;Man.. This is good stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/a2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody gave me a pork mentos.&lt;br /&gt;Got hole one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for super expensive dinner after cg.&lt;br /&gt;Pastor, Bro Boon Kiat, Bro Kelvin, Sister Pauline, Sophie, Sally, Sarah, Michelle, Jody and me.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the appetizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/a6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. Pizza Hut calamari taste better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the desserts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00090209/a7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man..&lt;br /&gt;The dinner is totally not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;SO ex.. For such quality of food..&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;*blehx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starting in 2 days time..&lt;br /&gt;Look forward or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;Lets wait and see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109733746093910744?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109733746093910744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109733746093910744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109733746093910744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109733746093910744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-man.html' title='Oh man..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109725622968743677</id><published>2004-10-09T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T01:23:49.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of mind..</title><content type='html'>Okie.. I actually wanted to post about this weird dream i had yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Change my mind and not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to post an article regarding "Nan Ren De Mei Li".&lt;br /&gt;By inspiration of Mei Jia.&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;Seems very narcisstic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had a change of mind. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109725622968743677?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109725622968743677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109725622968743677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109725622968743677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109725622968743677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/change-of-mind.html' title='Change of mind..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109717178248914321</id><published>2004-10-08T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T01:56:22.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Struggle With Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so blessed by the following article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Struggle With Self&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles Stanley&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know someone who is extremely critical? Regardless of what the situation may be, she always manufactures something negative to say. Seemingly oblivious to her own negativity, she lives with very little joy and peace, meandering through life with a "glass is half empty" mentality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is the source of such pessimism? Why can't negative people see beyond flaws and imperfection, and, instead, focus on the positive aspects of life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Usually, this type of defeatist attitude results from a poor self-image. Overly critical, negative people will oftentimes project onto others the same feelings they have about themselves. Sadly, this attitude of inadequacy seeps into their spiritual lives, hindering healthy relationships with God by causing them to hold an erroneous view of Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In 1 Corinthians, Paul sets the model for self-image when he humbly states, "I am the least of the apostles, and not fit to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God. But by the grace of God, I am what I am" (15:9-10). On one hand, Paul realizes that he is a sinner, but, at the same time, he understands that the grace of God makes him a new creation-forgiven and in the process of being conformed to the image of Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The question is-what are the characteristics of a positive self-image? A person with a positive view of himself is aware of his strengths and weaknesses, is open and honest, can say "I love you" without hesitation, can voice his opinion without fear of criticism or retaliation. Most importantly, though, he accepts himself-scars, blemishes, and all-because God first accepted him. (1 John 4:19) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the other hand, someone with a negative self-image doesn't trust himself or others, questions his ability, suffers from a "persecution complex" (i.e., "Everyone is out to get me!"), is scared to open up, always wears a "mask"-so as not to let others in on his flaws-and usually feels as though God determines his worth by how much good he accomplishes, resulting in a "workaholic" mentality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now that we know the different outward displays of self-image, both good and bad, what are some of the reasons for having an unhealthy view of ourselves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First on the list is, of course, sin. Many times, sin causes us to fall into a guilt trap. We look at our flaws and we ask, "How can God help me with this sin in my life?" Guilt begins a process of self-deterioration that will slowly wear on your mind over a long period of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another reason for a negative self-image is the "overachievement trap." The person with this mindset believes that he must prove his worth to God through works. In order to feel worthy to God, he believes he needs to accomplish something "great." If, and when, he reaches that milestone, he sets the bar higher and higher until he eventually burns out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our unwillingness to accept criticism also hinders our ability to move toward a positive self-image. A man with a godly view of himself decides whose approval he wants-God's or the world's. From there he chooses to live for the Lord and the issue is settled. As long as we live, there will always be someone who criticizes us. We simply cannot be everything to everybody. (1 Corinthians 9:22) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, one of the most harmful causes of a poor self-image is an erroneous view of Scripture. In Philippians 2, Paul's call of "death to self" doesn't mean that we are to no longer value or have worth within ourselves. Many times, this Scripture passage can be distorted, causing some Christians to view themselves as worthless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Philippians 2 simply calls for us to view ourselves from God's point of view. Paul is asking us, as believers, not to use others as a stepping-stone for our own personal gain, while, also, striving to humble ourselves to the point that Christ humbled Himself. This is just one small example of how Scripture can be erroneously interpreted, resulting in a poor self-image. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So how do we develop a positive view of ourselves and leave behind all the extra baggage that weighs us down? Here are a few biblical pointers for overcoming a negative self-image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Salvation: Obviously, it all starts with accepting the forgiveness Jesus provided at the cross. Without this, we'll never view ourselves correctly because, from an eternal standpoint, we have nothing without Christ. (Ephesians 1:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saturate Yourself With Scripture: The more you read God's Word with purpose, the more you will fill your mind with God's attitude toward you-unconditional love, forgiveness, and acceptance. (Matthew 6:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Secure Forgiveness: Ask the Lord for forgiveness for certain sins that have harbored within your soul. (John 3:16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stop Bartering With God: Don't attempt to trade good works for God's approval. The truth is, you can't do anything to make Him love you any more or any less. Regardless of what you may have done, God can't love you any more than He already does-His love for you is already perfect. (Galatians 3:13-14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Share yourself: The man who is the happiest walks with his heart wide open. Allow others into your life; share your thoughts and feelings with those around you. (Proverbs 20:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stop Thinking About The Past: Focus on what God is doing in your life today, rather than your failures from yesterday. Live in the present, and let God guide you as you walk into the future. (Isaiah 65:17) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until you develop a good self-image, you'll never realize the plans the Lord has for your life. If you've been struggling with this issue, if you find yourself in a persistent haze of criticism and negativity, take this month's article to heart and ask God to help release you from the burden of an unhealthy self-image.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109717178248914321?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109717178248914321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109717178248914321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109717178248914321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109717178248914321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/struggle-with-self.html' title='The Struggle With Self'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109709002636093775</id><published>2004-10-07T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T03:13:46.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going On To Perfection..</title><content type='html'>Today was also first lesson of "Going On To Perfection" aka "GOTP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/07-10-04_0156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: YMCA&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7.45PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the final book of the BS series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church Introductory Course&lt;br /&gt;Getting Started&lt;br /&gt;Christian Lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;Laying Foundation&lt;br /&gt;Victorious Living&lt;br /&gt;Going On To Perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series on GOTP is very unique. It is 9 weeks instead of the usual 10 weeks series.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that it is SOLID MEAT. See for yourself and you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/07-10-04_0159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this kind of bs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back.. when i first started my bible studies lessons. Probably in Oct 2003 after O's.&lt;br /&gt;I was very hungry for more. My cgl at that time (Bro Boon Kiat) didn't ask me if i wanted bible study, but rather i bug him for bible studies. I was really hungry for more. I wanted to use my holidays to the max. So everytime when Bro Boon Kiat is free, i would ask to meet out with him for bible study. We always meet at the foodcourt at Thompsom Plaza. Abit inconvienient for me, but nevertheless, it is worth it when it comes to the Word of God. Weeks after weeks of bible study, i came to the end of Getting Started and Christian Lifestyle. Bro Boon Kiat went through with me the first two books and ask me to attend the bible study class in church instead. At that time, Laying Foundation class already started and i have to wait for the next season. I was hungry for more. And yet i have to wait. Grr. Nevertheless, i made good use of this time. Bro Boon Kiat ask me to impart what i have learn to the other cell group members. So i began to start giving bible study to my cg members as well. So i gave them Getting Started and Christian Lifestyle. Looking back, i seem to have done a good job. Praise God. I saw my fruits remain and the members are on fired for God right now. Very soon, classes started at YMCA about half a year ago. Was it? I guess it is. I started my Laying Foundation class together with some other cellgroup members. Among us was me, sally, anna, leng kian, jie yun, michelle and kenneth. During that time, there was wed and thur slots. So me, sally, michelle and anna would attend the wed slot while the rest attend the thur slot. Well, as the weeks goes on, i enjoyed my bible study classes fully but sadly, the people for some reasons con't come anymore or would miss some lessons. And every week, it's only me and sally. Hmm. Even as we finish laying foundation, we started Victorious Living. Another level up and another 10 weeks of lesson to go. This time Sister Pauline joined our cg and join us together for BS. Well. Some members come and go as well and every single week, it's only me, sally and pauline. Yes. Every single week. As time goes by, we reach the end of the Victorious Living lessons. We felt very blessed by all the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo long story. To cut it short, after we finish Victorious Living, we move on. We started Going On To Perfection. This time, more people joined us for BS. This time, Bro Francis, Bro Boon Kiat, Bro Kelvin, Sister Pauline, Sally and Me! 5 of us. Hopefully, it will be this 5 that will finish the whole 9 weeks together. Oh ya. Bro Adriel and his girlfiend is attend the premaritial class. Hehe. Oh btw. When i fill in the BS registration slip for new course. I almost circle "Marriage Enhancement Course" instead of "Going On To Perfection". Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Since i have completed my first four book. GS, CL, LF and VL. I'm entitled to graduate from the Basic Bible Foundation Cert. If i didn't spell wrongly. This is a grand affair. We be graduating along with the School Of Theology(SOT) students. And we also need to attend at least 3 Church Wide Bible Study. Well so far i finish only one. But God is good. Isaiah 2 is coming up. And Bro Kel has finished giving me the End Times Bible Study(1999) with me. I did't know that was counted untill last week. Praise God. I can GRADUATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/isaiah_chc_-bible_seminar_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. I came across the old logo of our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/chc_logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks nice right? But the current one seems nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/chclogo.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm getting out of point here. Ahaha. Next mind. Lemme carry on out of point.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is how the new planet shakers album look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/All_20That_20I_20Want_20small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, my parents are getting a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzuki Liana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/lianahbext1.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/lianahbext2.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/lianahbext3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. Anyway. Lastly.&lt;br /&gt;This is the Bible Study Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/BS-Church_20Introductory_20Course.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/BS_20-_20Getting_20Started.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/BS-Christian_20Lifestyle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/BS-Laying_20Foundation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/BS-Victorious_20Living.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall talk more about the GOTP lessons next week. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109709002636093775?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109709002636093775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109709002636093775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109709002636093775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109709002636093775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/going-on-to-perfection.html' title='Going On To Perfection..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109708701864634441</id><published>2004-10-07T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T02:23:38.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The old days..</title><content type='html'>Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days when we used to play basketball together. Almost one year since we played together as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;We finally had basketball together last tues.&lt;br /&gt;It was definately worth the time, to all come together to play basketball and talk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only had one photo taken. And taken by himself. Duhx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/05-10-04_1724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is dawson wong.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 friend till now.&lt;br /&gt;Zhan.&lt;br /&gt;Good friend i would say. Keep in touch ya?&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109708701864634441?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109708701864634441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109708701864634441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109708701864634441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109708701864634441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/old-days.html' title='The old days..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109687180581362753</id><published>2004-10-04T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T14:39:07.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Me</title><content type='html'>Father I can remember when&lt;br /&gt;I made a lifelong promise to follow You all the way&lt;br /&gt;But I hear so many other voices&lt;br /&gt;There are so many choices pulling my heart away&lt;br /&gt;I am tempted by the worldly ways around me&lt;br /&gt;By philosophies and powers that surround me&lt;br /&gt;Won't You lead me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in the narrow way&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in the Jesus way&lt;br /&gt;I need Your help today&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in the narrow way&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in the Jesus way&lt;br /&gt;I need Your help today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear wisdom is calling me&lt;br /&gt;Leading me on the highway of righteousness and peace&lt;br /&gt;But I feel the battle is raging on&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking You to be the captain of my will&lt;br /&gt;I am tempted by the worldly ways around me&lt;br /&gt;By philosophies and powers that surround me&lt;br /&gt;Won't You lead me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in the narrow way&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in the Jesus way&lt;br /&gt;I need Your help today&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in the narrow way&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in the Jesus way&lt;br /&gt;I need Your help today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to follow You, to keep my eyes on You&lt;br /&gt;I want to live my life for heaven&lt;br /&gt;Your everlasting truth is what I’m holding to&lt;br /&gt;I want to follow You forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in Your way&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in Your way&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in the Jesus way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109687180581362753?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109687180581362753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109687180581362753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109687180581362753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109687180581362753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/keep-me_04.html' title='Keep Me'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109680820166011239</id><published>2004-10-03T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T20:56:41.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful world.. v2</title><content type='html'>Okie back to a normal entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised pictures from the children church celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i reach church to help out.&lt;br /&gt;And assign to be usher again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.. Usher again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;I got something different to do.&lt;br /&gt;Very soon, i was asked to help out with children church busing. It is my first time doing busing for children church and i have no idea what i need to do. I need to go till Punggol to fetch the kids in the chartered bus.&lt;br /&gt;I have to do admin as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hectic journey. Having to fetch all the kids i don't know and all so mischevious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be around young children as i also feel young myself.&lt;br /&gt;Praise God, there are many new children that are coming for the first time ever. I brought them down into the main audi and join them for the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo.. look at the barney! Haha.. so cool to see such stuff around.&lt;br /&gt;And of cause i definately enjoy the service. Was praising and worshiping God along with them. Children church praise is definately FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Way! Jesus! Your the only One that I could live for!&lt;br /&gt;Woo Praise God!~&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all the children jumping praise God.. What a sight..&lt;br /&gt;And of cause there is an altar call given to the children. To let them experience the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the number of decisions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pastor kong alway says: "Hands are everywhere! Hands are everywhere!"&lt;br /&gt;I see so many decisions for the Lord and it was a touching sight.&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;And there is especially two children that made an impact on me. They are call Pei Lin and Sheryl if i recall correctly. They are so fun loving and so adorable. I just LOVE THEM! Sadly, i don't have a picture of them. But but but.. They took a photo of me instead!&lt;br /&gt;And btw, they call me "TEACHER LIANG WEI"&lt;br /&gt;Here you go.. Teacher Liang Wei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Handsome? *blehx*&lt;br /&gt;And also the journey back was tough.&lt;br /&gt;I have to gather the kids, whom are all over the audi and it's tough getting them together.&lt;br /&gt;I manage to get them back and we proceed to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;The bus is coded "N09"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the same CG i was from.&lt;br /&gt;N'09ers. Nevertheless, i paid special attention to them. It just seem to all fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;The ride back to punggol was hectic as usual. Many was sleeping after a long day and the hyperactives one are playing all along in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;After sending the kids back home, every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;I have to rush back church for choir and service.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, i reach in time! There is a long story behind this as well.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that, there is another thing you all need to know...&lt;br /&gt;Which is that..&lt;br /&gt;This handsome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has undergone a change. He visited the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBER! Yes BarbeR!&lt;br /&gt;I don't like barber but nevertheless.. no choice.&lt;br /&gt;There is a new look now, well..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna post it up yet. Find out your self..&lt;br /&gt;The only clue is "Recruit Tho Reporting In".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Thats all Folks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109680820166011239?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109680820166011239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109680820166011239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109680820166011239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109680820166011239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-wonderful-world-v2.html' title='What a wonderful world.. v2'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109673705194151312</id><published>2004-10-03T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T01:10:51.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Or Something</title><content type='html'>My cable fail on me again. For whatever reasons, i don't care. Will post up the pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to rattle here. I know it's not the usual me. But i seriously want you to know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Cor 13:2&lt;br /&gt;"And though I have the gift or prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you are experiencing breakthroughs after breakthroughs.&lt;br /&gt;So what if you are so knowledgeble.&lt;br /&gt;So what if you are so spritual.&lt;br /&gt;So what if you are so rich.&lt;br /&gt;So what,&lt;br /&gt;So what,&lt;br /&gt;So what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO?&lt;br /&gt;I don't what what you have, or what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you have not love. YOU ARE NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and say all you want.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and think all you want.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go do all you want.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't stopping you.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you achieve so much,&lt;br /&gt;Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you have not love. YOU ARE STILL NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day..&lt;br /&gt;You life will come to this familiar screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/svgaa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on doing whatever you wish,&lt;br /&gt;And hurting people the way you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a decision to start loving people,&lt;br /&gt;And never go to the blue screen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love or not to Love.&lt;br /&gt;Choose now.&lt;br /&gt;If you choose not to.. YOU ARE NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not judging anyone here but rather to put my point across. This is what i am feeling now and there is no intention to bring anyone down. No names written down and if you think that you are the one. You better think of what's next or you will come to the familiar blue screen. I have been to that screen once and i know how terrible it is. I hope you will change before you come to the blue screen as i did before. I truly regret what i did and i truly hope you will not follow. God Bless You. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109673705194151312?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109673705194151312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109673705194151312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109673705194151312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109673705194151312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/nothing-or-something.html' title='Nothing Or Something'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109664644772690592</id><published>2004-10-01T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T00:00:47.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faulty Cable</title><content type='html'>i'll be back tomorrow with the updates from "what a wonderful world" tomorrow. my cable seems to be faulty today. so shall show ya all some NICE pics from the children church. EXCLUSIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short summary- Went to help out again today. Was expecting to do ushering in church or service helper. But got a weird duty. And a physically and mentally and spritually challenging one. Busing. So let u all think about it. While i fix my faulty cable. Check back her tml. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109664644772690592?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109664644772690592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109664644772690592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109664644772690592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109664644772690592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/10/faulty-cable.html' title='Faulty Cable'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109655517374260678</id><published>2004-09-30T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T22:42:14.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful world..</title><content type='html'>City Harvest Church&lt;br /&gt;Children's Day Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/cch_day_details_ad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;br /&gt;I'm helping out today!&lt;br /&gt;And i'm the usher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/30-09-04_1221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna protest.. I'm from choir!! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/30-09-04_1227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go..&lt;br /&gt;Mr Usher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the tiny chairs!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/30-09-04_1420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially catered for the children, lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are all filled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/30-09-04_1458.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, i am doing usher duty cum door guard cum tag checker.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, they are all service to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall show you more pictures tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;And more CUTE childrens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109655517374260678?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109655517374260678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109655517374260678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109655517374260678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109655517374260678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-wonderful-world.html' title='What a wonderful world..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109644899227533466</id><published>2004-09-29T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T17:09:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Zhan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2004/2005 Semester 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/AY0405_Sem_1small.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ZHAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109644899227533466?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109644899227533466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109644899227533466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109644899227533466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109644899227533466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/09/simply-zhan.html' title='Simply Zhan!'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109644871783679389</id><published>2004-09-29T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T22:28:50.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Sapphirez</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some pictures taken during the camp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/25-09-04_2025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am i cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Guys Bunk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/28-09-04_2356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Messy right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well.. it's guys.. duhx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dragonboating Time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/27-09-04_1329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You call this a dragon boat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More like sampan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Picture&lt;/span&gt; of my creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/28-09-04_1815.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109644871783679389?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109644871783679389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109644871783679389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109644871783679389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109644871783679389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/09/camp-sapphirez.html' title='Camp Sapphirez'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109634361749476970</id><published>2004-09-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T11:53:37.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 - 29 Sept</title><content type='html'>Camping In Progress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109634361749476970?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109634361749476970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109634361749476970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109634361749476970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109634361749476970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/09/27-29-sept.html' title='27 - 29 Sept'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109621381342699409</id><published>2004-09-26T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T00:00:21.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna be alright..</title><content type='html'>So many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Feel overwhelmed at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;But no worry,&lt;br /&gt;I have trust in Him,&lt;br /&gt;to bring me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;Come and charged me up NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cup runneth over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109621381342699409?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109621381342699409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109621381342699409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109621381342699409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109621381342699409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-gonna-be-alright_26.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be alright..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109612929272388658</id><published>2004-09-26T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T00:21:32.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new phone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.circles99.com/elements/album/circles/00051276/00088504/e398-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109612929272388658?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109612929272388658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109612929272388658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109612929272388658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109612929272388658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-new-phone.html' title='My new phone..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109586962470922882</id><published>2004-09-23T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T00:14:49.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Hands..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'M SO SECURE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU'RE HERE WITH ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU STAY THE SAME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOUR LOVE REMAINS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HERE IN MY HEART &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SO CLOSE I BELIEVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU'RE HOLDING ME NOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IN YOUR HANDS I BELONG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU'LL NEVER LET ME GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU GAVE YOUR LIFE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IN YOUR ENDLESS LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU SET ME FREE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND SHOW THE WAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOW I AM FOUND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ALL ALONG, YOU WERE BESIDE ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EVEN WHEN I COULDN'T TELL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THROUGH THE YEARS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU SHOW ME MORE OF YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MORE OF YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109586962470922882?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109586962470922882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109586962470922882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109586962470922882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109586962470922882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-your-hands.html' title='In Your Hands..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109579206889120119</id><published>2004-09-22T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T02:41:08.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning how to fish..</title><content type='html'>Teach a man to fish, and he will be filled forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Most of us know this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a deeper understanding of this right now. 2.32am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to the sermon by pastor kong. the power of creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that everyday we are given a fish to eat. And we do feel good about it!&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it sastifiy us and we are comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were to learn how to fish and start to fish, things will be different.&lt;br /&gt;How many of you are willing to step out of your current comfort zone and learn how to fish?&lt;br /&gt;As you learn how to fish, and start beginner style of fishing, fishes are not provided for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily fish provided for you and it comes everyday without fail.&lt;br /&gt;Or spending time to learn fishing and in the end also get fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it seems the first one is better and more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to choose, i would choose no.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? LIANG WEI? WHY SO STUPID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you..&lt;br /&gt;No doubt No.1 seems good but look at the final result.&lt;br /&gt;No1 and No2 got similiar end result. Both get fishes.&lt;br /&gt;But.. if you were to step out in faith and start to learn.&lt;br /&gt;After you mastered the fishing skills, you will still get fish.&lt;br /&gt;This time, you don't just get ikan bilis everyday.&lt;br /&gt;You get to fish for salmon, fish for sardine, fish for other kinds of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more variety of fishes avalible if you choose to step out in faith.&lt;br /&gt;No.1 and No.2 both gives fishs. But only No.2 allows you more choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, make a choice, you want to have the same kind of food everyday?&lt;br /&gt;or you want to step out of your comfort zone to learn how to fish. And get different kinds of fish each day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose the second choice.&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109579206889120119?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109579206889120119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109579206889120119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109579206889120119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109579206889120119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/09/learning-how-to-fish.html' title='Learning how to fish..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109560705576012319</id><published>2004-09-19T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T18:50:43.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My soul it longs for more of You..</title><content type='html'>I've just written a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple yet from the bottom of my Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just simple G, Em, C , D chords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lord, my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lord, my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lord, my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lord, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the rain that falls, You have touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And lead me in, Your holiness.&lt;br /&gt;How I long for more, you have filled me Lord.&lt;br /&gt;My soul it longs for more of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109560705576012319?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109560705576012319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109560705576012319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109560705576012319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109560705576012319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-soul-it-longs-for-more-of-you.html' title='My soul it longs for more of You..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109505877121111398</id><published>2004-09-13T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:59:31.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heartfelt Act</title><content type='html'>"I assure you, wherever the Good News is preached throughout the world,this woman's deed will be talked about in her memory."-Matthew 26:13&lt;br /&gt;As you read the New Testament, you can't help but notice how little itsays about the major events of world history.  You might think Scripturewould mention Rome and all its mighty conquests.  But it doesn't. Instead, God brings out nuances that are entirely different.  Here inMatthew 26, for example, we find a unique story that God wants us neverto forget (see verse 13).  It was the incredible sacrifice that a womanmade for Jesus.  What was it that she did that so impressed the Lord? Was it a miracle or some great teaching?  No.  It was a heartfelt act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There in the home of a man named Simon, this woman took a jar ofexpensive perfume and anointed Jesus with it.  Why is this sosignificant?  Her actions are memorable because she seemed to recognizethat Jesus needed to be anointed for His burial (see verse 12).  So withcomplete abandon, she gave Him everything she had.  Mark's Gospel tellsus her perfume cost over 300 denarii (see Mark 14:5).  In these times,300 denarii was the equivalent of nearly a year's wages.  But it wasn'tthe gift that mattered.  It was her heart behind the gift.  It was hermotives that touched Jesus, because He knew she sacrificed nearlyeverything for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing all that you can for the Lord?  Some people, like many ofthe dutiful Pharisees, will only give what is required.  They will tryto get by with the bare minimum.  In many ways, we can be like that too. Today, won't you commit to serving the Lord above and beyond what isrequired-like this woman did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright C 2004 by Harvest Ministries. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109505877121111398?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109505877121111398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109505877121111398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109505877121111398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109505877121111398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/09/heartfelt-act.html' title='A Heartfelt Act'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109457288984929988</id><published>2004-09-08T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T00:01:29.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the guts to defy the world</title><content type='html'>NOBODY goes through life without facing criticism, opposition, misunderstanding, suspicion, and, at some point, having to experience hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the great pains, perhaps the greatest, inside family, church, and community. Eventually we are subject to criticism, our motives and integrity are questioned, and we have to live with the bitterness of those judgements, a bitterness that can rob our lives of joy and us of any self-confidence. The real pain though is not when these negative judgements come from outside, when the big world out there questions our integrity, but precisely when it comes from inside, from persons with whom we are meant to share family and faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing hatred, bitterness, and being accused of hypocrisy are not easy to cope with. How do we not question our own essential goodness in the face of criticism and judgement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’VE often wondered how Jesus coped with this because certainly he had to face it. He moved around Palestine preaching love, joy, community, and vulnerability, even as people called him a blasphemer (the ultimate accusation of egoism) and hated him enough to kill him. How did he stay joyful in the face of this anger? How did he let himself be vulnerable when others were attacking him? How did he continue to be self-confident in his mission when he was accused of being hypocritical and self-deluded? How did he handle this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By always taking his real identity from God and not from himself or from the opinions others had of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jesus moved about doing his mission, he met every kind of reaction: Sometimes the crowds loved him and tried to make him king, other times the same people hollered for his head, “Crucify him!”. He was both loved and hated and always there were some who stood, sincerely no doubt, in bitter opposition and accused him of being the ultimate egoist and blasphemer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s important to notice is that Jesus never took his identity from these reactions, good or bad, feeling confident when the crowds supported him and feeling insecure when he faced opposition. He took his truth and identity from elsewhere. Where? “I do the will of my father.” His identity, his truth, his courage to act, and his joy were all rooted in something beyond the affirmations or criticisms of the moment, beyond public opinion, beyond the judgement of those who hated him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Jesus, we see that, in the face of criticism and hatred, his key questions weren’t: “Can I live with this criticism? Do I let another’s negative judgement intimidate me from the truth and mission I feel called to? Do I let someone’s hatred of me destroy my energy and joy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Jesus, we see that the key questions are: “Can I live with myself? Can I be patient enough to let God, history, and truth be my judge? Can I be sensitive to how I’m seen and judged by others, even as I take my identity from a reality deeper than public opinion and the view of those who dislike me? Can I, by casting my eyes more towards heaven, continue to sustain myself in energy and joy even in the face of bitterness and hatred?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS shows us the way here, albeit it’s far from an easy one. This gate too is narrow. It’s not easy to not be intimidated from doing what we are called to do because we experience opposition. There will always be opposition. Not just because darkness perennially resists light; but because it’s impossible to live for any length of time inside of any kind of closeness, family or community, without irritating and hurting each other. We have different personalities, different histories, different perspectives, and we all arrive on the scene carrying wounds from elsewhere. Community isn’t automatic and it isn’t easy, but we must not let our truth and our joy die in the face of opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a caution needs to be added: there is always a danger of self-delusion when we discern our truth. In the face of criticism, opposition and hatred, we should always seek spiritual direction from the wise and from the good. Wisdom and goodness are the great principles of discernment. Hence, go to those within the community who are wise and go to those who are good. Ask them how they see you and how they see those particular actions of yours that are so upsetting to your critics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know and accept that always there will be criticism, anger, and sometimes even hatred. Jesus experienced this and, in the end, they killed him. He warned that; for us, it will be no different. Hell will always try to blackmail heaven, but that’s to be resisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109457288984929988?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109457288984929988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109457288984929988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109457288984929988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109457288984929988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/09/finding-guts-to-defy-world.html' title='Finding the guts to defy the world'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109457178797321473</id><published>2004-09-07T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T23:43:07.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>Life is so hectic at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Tired. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to find strength and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;I manage to let go of certain things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I manage to improve certain areas of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to managed myself with guidance from above.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. Thanks. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109457178797321473?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109457178797321473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109457178797321473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109457178797321473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109457178797321473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/09/hectic-lifestyle.html' title='Hectic Lifestyle'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109430725213064262</id><published>2004-09-04T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T22:14:12.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change My Heart O God...</title><content type='html'>CHANGE MY HEART O GOD&lt;br /&gt;MAKE IT EVER TRUE         &lt;br /&gt;CHANGE MY HEART O GOD        &lt;br /&gt;MAY I BE LIKE YOU      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE THE POTTER      &lt;br /&gt;I AM THE CLAY        &lt;br /&gt;MOLD ME AND MAKE ME        &lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT I PRAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109430725213064262?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109430725213064262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109430725213064262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109430725213064262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109430725213064262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/09/change-my-heart-o-god.html' title='Change My Heart O God...'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109395663303169479</id><published>2004-08-31T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T20:50:33.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply wonderful..</title><content type='html'>A touch from heaven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109395663303169479?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109395663303169479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109395663303169479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109395663303169479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109395663303169479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/08/simply-wonderful.html' title='Simply wonderful..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109357341176017411</id><published>2004-08-27T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T10:23:31.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you or do you not?</title><content type='html'>What about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand me..&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand me..&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only You understand me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll walk with You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherever You go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through tears and joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll trust in You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In all of Your ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Your promises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109357341176017411?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109357341176017411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109357341176017411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109357341176017411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109357341176017411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/08/do-you-or-do-you-not.html' title='do you or do you not?'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109327283434272505</id><published>2004-08-23T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T22:53:54.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy and Anointed One</title><content type='html'>JESUS I LOVE YOU  I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;JE - SUS, JE - SUS &lt;br /&gt;HOLY AND ANOINTED ONE&lt;br /&gt;JE - SUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR NAME IS LIKE HONEY ON MY LIPS&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SPIRIT LIKE WATER TO MY SOUL&lt;br /&gt;YOUR WORD IS A LAMP UNTO MY FEET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109327283434272505?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109327283434272505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109327283434272505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109327283434272505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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She is not teaching our class anymore. Kinda sad about it but i believe it's a tough choice for her to make. We enjoy her lesson and she enjoy facilitating us. It's a tough choice but we all have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the last comments she left for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, you have done well in overall today. Keep maintaining your high standards of presentation. Thanks for sharing with me your dream to be a full time worker. I was a full time church worker before I joined RP. Serving God is a totally different experience. I am glad you have such ideas and heart. Be focus with your walk with God, He will direct your paths. Planning for your future is critical too as it draws your attention to the future, in what you want to be. I am glad that you are working or adapting well with your team. In life, there are many types of people and that is why life can be so complicated.It is how we work through with them and bring God's presence into people's life that matters. Thanks for being such a good student in my class. I have enjoyed teaching you. Keep shining and be a salt to the community! Cheers Ms Teo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i got a new facilitator for my module. His name is Ivan Ong. I'm glad to know that he is a Christian too. Below is his comments for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to see you have conviction at a young age. I am also a Christian, so I do not find your lingo strange. Yes, exalt Him! God bless! Well done for the quiz and team presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to have Christians as my facilitator. It's time to move on. To continue shining for HIM, to be the salt and light of the world. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109271652087275851?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109271652087275851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109271652087275851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109271652087275851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109271652087275851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/08/christian-facilitators.html' title='Christian Facilitators'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109257710629121139</id><published>2004-08-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T21:38:26.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade of Ministry</title><content type='html'>WOO.&lt;br /&gt;Parade of Ministry (POM) is OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penning down my thoughts about it..&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it all began on a sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;11 August the exact date. Had the first POM meeting for all counselors.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's only small details.&lt;br /&gt;Next was the wed and thursday rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was the same for wed and thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Just that it was a long day.&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal started at 8pm and ended at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;Reach home at 1am. Slept at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;Ow. Like this for two consecutive days.&lt;br /&gt;Following that, it was the friday service.&lt;br /&gt;Went throught the service and did quite well.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was excited over it as it was the first actual performance.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, went home late again. *yawnz*&lt;br /&gt;Third night consecutive went home late.&lt;br /&gt;One service down and SIX more to go. =x&lt;br /&gt;Alright, move on to saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. 3 services at a go. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds cool, looks cool but not cool.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we did all the acting for the three services.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during the waiting part for the individual services, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of lame stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we all sang like a choir while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;And also singing the chinese and dialect church songs.&lt;br /&gt;SO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;ANd also i went for the services too, saw jody and sherrie and dennis.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis rededicate himself and i was his counselor.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get him back once again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when it was suppose to go home after the 3 services on sat.&lt;br /&gt;Two people put me aeroplane.&lt;br /&gt;Then i'm left all alone to go home. SAD!&lt;br /&gt;Then i talk to my sec school juniors. Well..&lt;br /&gt;THen i reach home super late.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the people who put me aeroplane.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Slept late.. Cos of the chocolates i ate. oops&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 4 services down, 3 more to GO!&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;I WOKE UP LATE! OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8.15 and suppose to meet at 8am!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Rush down to church.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, the IC is late himself!&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha. ANyway, got ready for service.&lt;br /&gt;Went through everything and everything went on fine.&lt;br /&gt;And we finish all 7 services! Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO. And by that mark the end of POM!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was soooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm anyway, cassandra was in bookstore ministry!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And also i bought the NEW SPIRIT FILLED LIFE BIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. About 6 cgm also bought.&lt;br /&gt;Can use it as cg textbook. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;POM is finally over..&lt;br /&gt;All this time, all the late home reaching and the midnight cab fares.&lt;br /&gt;Got to thank two person.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOd for his strength and refresh me each day.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, thank God for that special someone.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That someone help me thorugh every nigh.&lt;br /&gt;Help to clear my midnight subcharge. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;To that some one, THANKS A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, wanna thank God once again.&lt;br /&gt;Through all the LONG and TIRING days,&lt;br /&gt;But his strength, i manage to pull through.&lt;br /&gt;And brought to another level with Him.&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109257710629121139?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109257710629121139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109257710629121139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109257710629121139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109257710629121139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/08/parade-of-ministry.html' title='Parade of Ministry'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109238947951431256</id><published>2004-08-13T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T17:31:19.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COFFEE</title><content type='html'>I NEED COFFEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COFFEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COFFEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man shall not live by bread or COFFEE alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRESH ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109238947951431256?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109238947951431256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109238947951431256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109238947951431256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109238947951431256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/08/coffee.html' title='COFFEE'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109204972489728490</id><published>2004-08-09T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T19:14:53.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAJULAH SINGAPURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music &amp; Lyrics by Zubir Said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rearrangement by Phoon Yew Tian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita rakyat Singapura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sama-sama menuju &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bahagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cita-cita kita yang mulia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Berjaya Singapura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marilah kita bersatu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;engan semangat yang baru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Semua kita berseru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Majulah Singapura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Majulah Singapura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109204972489728490?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109204972489728490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109204972489728490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109204972489728490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109204972489728490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/08/majulah-singapura.html' title='MAJULAH SINGAPURA'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109198304361754749</id><published>2004-08-09T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T00:37:23.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>I saw the bus 147 coming to a bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Followed is another 147.&lt;br /&gt;Followed is another 147.&lt;br /&gt;Followed is another 147.&lt;br /&gt;Followed is another 147.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bus "147" came straight one after another. Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109198304361754749?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109198304361754749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109198304361754749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109198304361754749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109198304361754749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/08/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109171412445438982</id><published>2004-08-05T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T21:55:24.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doesn't God saying "Adam where are you?" show God didn't know something?Genesis 3:9</title><content type='html'>(Genesis 3:9) - "Then the Lord God called to the man, and said to him, "Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;The context of this verse is immediately after Adam had sinned. "And they heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees of the garden. 9Then the Lord God called to the man, and said to him, "Where are you?" 10And he said, "I heard the sound of Thee in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid myself," (Genesis 3:8-10). Does this mean that God didn't know something? Not at all. Someone can easily ask a question to which they know the answer. Usually, the reason to do that is to point something out or teach something. Obviously, Adam and Eve had sinned. God asked, "Adam where are you?" Where was Adam? He was hiding from God. Adam's sin had destroyed his fellowship with the Lord. God knew this and He was pointing it out to Adam. It is a question we need to ask of ourselves? Where am I? Am I in fellowship with God or in rebellion against Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109171412445438982?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109171412445438982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109171412445438982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109171412445438982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109171412445438982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/08/doesnt-god-saying-adam-where-are-you.html' title='Doesn&apos;t God saying &quot;Adam where are you?&quot; show God didn&apos;t know something?Genesis 3:9'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109141363906218837</id><published>2004-08-02T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:07:53.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future is ours</title><content type='html'>Where will you be in five years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be doing what you ought to be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you striving towards your ultimate aim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I yearn for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long to see you move.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I lift my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before my King and pray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109141363906218837?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109141363906218837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109141363906218837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109141363906218837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109141363906218837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/08/future-is-ours.html' title='Future is ours'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109102595903041646</id><published>2004-07-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T22:45:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otto..</title><content type='html'>What is the Otto Cycle? Elaborate in your own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109102595903041646?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109102595903041646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109102595903041646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109102595903041646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109102595903041646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/07/otto.html' title='Otto..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109033416713731430</id><published>2004-07-20T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T22:36:07.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to rest in the cover of his wings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life can be so boring and meaning less at times. You are running about doing the best you can and trying to do everything that is within reach. Start to think about why are you doing it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently felt so tired and sick of everyday routine. So tiring each day and woke up late almost everyday. Why is this so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was not like this the past few weeks. What went wrong? Thats where you got to learn to rest. And when i mean rest, it means really&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; resting in the cover of his wings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. When you are tired or feel dead, you should go into the comfort of His arms. It is tiring to run the rat race and somehow you will dry up fast. The only way is to go to Him and he will give you rest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mt11:28-29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As He said. Come! We have laboured and are heavily laden. We need rest. SOmetimes we feel so tired doing the things we normally do, but it only natural. But the miraculous will appear when we start to take on His yoke. He promise that when we starts to take on His yoke, he will give us Rest. So even if we are tired now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;learnt to rest in the cover of his wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and we will get the refreshing of the Holy Spirit. He will refresh us and we will be ever ready for all we do.&amp;nbsp;So right now, start to take up His yoke and you can be sure that he will give you the rest that you desired so much. When you do the ridiculous, the miraculous will come. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109033416713731430?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109033416713731430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109033416713731430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109033416713731430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109033416713731430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/07/learning-to-rest-in-cover-of-his-wings.html' title='Learning to rest in the cover of his wings..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-109007824368187190</id><published>2004-07-17T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T23:30:43.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alright, I'm backed here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A rough recap of the past week. From last Sunday till today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sunday: Mission Fund weekend!I had a great service. Wow. Gave God a great gift today. Pledge an sacrificial amount. And I really mean sacrifice. Not to disclosed the amount but it is a great sacrifice that will be a pleasing aroma to God. I'll do anything as long as it is God's will. Anyway, I got to cut down on the money I spend nowadays. If you notice me spending too much, please scold me. I grant you permission. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Monday: Had prayer meeting in school. Bro edmund can't make it and kenneth came as our guitarist. Anyway, it started out with the usual 6 people. We start small but we will definitely grow. Took a step of faith and lead the prayer meeting. Started well and really felt the tangible presence of God. The same feeling which I had when I answer the altar call, the same feeling when pastor prayed for me, the same feeling that I have where God is just nearby. This feeling so great and thick. Can really feel the Holy Spirit coming and annoit me when I took the step of faith. It carried on very well and we really enjoyed his presence there. After that, I went to clementi to meet bro edmund for a guitar crash course. Learn some songs from him during that short period of time. It was good. Anyway, praise God for a great prayer meeting!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tuesday: Today was the day for E-Global Award ceremony. I was on duty for SA for this event. Was wearing the RP blazer. Look cool. Anyway, it went on well. Shall on say too much about this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wednesday: Today was seminar day! Yay! Was singing for choir also. Anyway, the seminar was good although a bit rush as we don't have enough time. Sadly, but it was still as great as ever. Pastor Kong preach about the U3, U2 and U1 this time round. Now that we got a full understand of U5 to U1, we should go all out to spread the love we experienced! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thursday: Brought the guitar back to school. Was strumming the guitar most of the day. Even in class, I was worshipping with the guitar. Hehe. After school I was&amp;nbsp;suppose to go for CCC election speech but no club advisers was there so I just leave for guitar prac. Was playing the same song again. Haix. I hate this song. Lots of hard chords involved. Anyway, we still carried on and practice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Friday: Today had C&amp;amp;C lesson. Was suppose to roleplay as a doctor to give a press conference for the Bijani twins issue. Was doing work in class and suddenly though of going Tanglin Mall Mac. In the end, we really went. I'm Serious OK! and also we even went to the extend of going to Gleneagles Hospital to interview a neurologist there. Wow. We went to such great extent. And also the Rj question was asking us who is a great communicator. I wrote about Pastor Kong. Well. I got an A for the Day. If you want to see that RJ, ask from me. Hehe. Today was suppose to go home and rest early since there is no choir prac. In school received an SMS from sister cecile regarding svc 1 lacking of choir members. Well, since there is a need, I shall met the need. I volunteered to help out. There goes my early rest. It was all worth while. Sacrificing my time and serve God. I'm just laying even more bricks on the house which I have build on the rock.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saturday: Cellgroup Day! Woke up at 12pm. Wahaha. Had a early lunch and went over to Holland V for cellgroup. Suppose to start at 2pm. I reach at 1.45 roughly and no souls were there. Called kenneth and he is at Raffles City! What?? Waited till 2.15 then Christopher came.&amp;nbsp; Then the rest slowly came. We started prayer meeting with 8 people. Hmm.. Anyway, even after we have end there is only 10 people. No care! Anyway, I stayed in the room and played the guitar while waiting for people to come. Kenneth taught more a bit more. Borrowed Bro kel guitar for the week. His guitar has the "Annoiting". Wahaha. Had basketball after cell, was playing quite alright after so long never touch a ball. Praise God for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, that roughly sums up the week. Will update even more soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-109007824368187190?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/109007824368187190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=109007824368187190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109007824368187190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/109007824368187190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/07/are-you-serious.html' title='Are You Serious?'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108979140709503171</id><published>2004-07-14T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T15:50:07.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick..</title><content type='html'>I'm having blogstipation. No inspiration to key in entries. Too busy nowadays. Will update tomorrow. Cheeros*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108979140709503171?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108979140709503171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108979140709503171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108979140709503171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108979140709503171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/07/sick.html' title='Sick..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108939071688202523</id><published>2004-07-09T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T00:32:38.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I come back, will you be ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When I come back, will you be ready?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With chatting with Sherrie and got to an interesting topic about visions. I remembered about Pastor Yock Kiang open eye vision experience when he was younger which he shared during cellgroup. He saw the moon turned into blood and there were angels holding palm leaves worshipping the Lord. At that point of time, Pastor had backslided. The Lord spoke to him "When I come back, Will you be ready?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really struck my heart. Will i be ready for his second coming? Will i actually be prepared for it? Was thinking about it and how to be really prepared. As i was doing my QT, the Lord spoke. Lets turn to Acts 22:14-15. I'm not going to show you all the verse. Not that i'm lazy but for you all to turn to it. Paul was speaking about his conversion on the damascus road. The main point is "chosen you that you should know his will" and "be His witness to all men of what you have seen and heard".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good point to wonder about. Take a look at the verse. And ask yourself are you as ever ready as Paul who claims he is innocent of the blood of everyone. Ask yourself "When he comes back, will i be ready? Have i really fullfilled his will for me?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108939071688202523?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108939071688202523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108939071688202523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108939071688202523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108939071688202523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/07/when-i-come-back-will-you-be-ready.html' title='When I come back, will you be ready?'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108930267509456217</id><published>2004-07-08T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T00:04:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing..</title><content type='html'>Wow. This has been a great week!&lt;br /&gt;God is moving strongly through my life!&lt;br /&gt;First of all, another brief recap of the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Blogged about this previously but wanted to say it out again. Hehe. First of all, we had prayer meeting on Monday. It was awesome even though the distractions around. We also manage to get hold of a room to hold our prayer meeting in a nearby church. Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Basically this day was the day for student's ambassador E-global gala night event briefing. There is this event coming up next tue. Anyway, today module was C# programming. It was quite easy I suppose and I manage to do it very fast. Had a lot of time to do a lot of things. Haha. Anyway, after school went for the briefing. As for man-power arrangement, I volunteered for traffic. I felt that traffic was the most hardworking sort. Since nobody wants to do it, why not I do it? You see the gap, you fill the gap. You don't stand there and critise why is there a Gap. YES! Anyway, for C# I got another A! Praise GOD!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- Lesson was engineering science. Kinda dislike the fac, cos he's bias to me? Haha. I don't like his teaching style. Anyway, lets not talk about this. I went for seminar today! CHURCH WITHOUT WALLS! That's right. That's the theme. Pastor Kong shared about the U1s to U5s. Reflecting back. I was probable an U2. Don took a few tries in order to get me to church. But thank God for that, if not I might be somewhere taking drugs or smoking. Praise the Lord! Today message was good and I was greatly blessed by it. Yes. Anyway, reached home quite late and faster submit my RJ. Chiong to church straight after school. Hehe. I believe God will honor me for me honoring him. Good grades! In Jesus Name! haha. Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- Hmm. What did I do today? I had cognitive. Yea. A subject most people dread of. Well, I kind of like it. The teacher had good opinion of me too. Haha. Anyway, I scored well for the past 3 weeks of cognitive. Hehe. Anyway, today's guitar prac was good. Learnt more about the chords changing and stumming. Well, that was a major improvement. Anyway, I'm not sure if I should run for CCC club management committee. HELP! GOD HELP! Send me guidance from above! YES!. Anyway, praise God for the UT result I got today for C#. I expect myself to get C or D. cos I didn't do well. But God is a good GOD! I got a B+. WOO! PRAISE GOD!&lt;br /&gt;Summary- God is Good! God is Great! God is Wonderful! God is Amazing! He is EVERYTHING except a liar. PRAISE GOD! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108930267509456217?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108930267509456217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108930267509456217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108930267509456217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108930267509456217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/07/amazing.html' title='Amazing..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108908109600799735</id><published>2004-07-06T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T10:31:36.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Makers.</title><content type='html'>Had our very first prayer meeting in RP. Although there are only a few people out of the many supposed to come. We still carried on and had a great time. There is only me, meijia, sherrie, sean, jane and alvin. there is also a cgl from meijia cg to help lead prayer meeting. But anyway, all things start small and will grow. As for the prayer meeting, we prayed fervently for revival in RP and that more workers will be added into the kingdom. The experience i had can't be expressed in words. Thats why i won't elaborate here. Just that it is so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Next i want to share a testimony. Hehe. After the prayer meeting, i was about to go home. well sherrie and sean was with me. since we don't have a place for prayermeeting, we decide to go look for a place for next week pm. we approach this small little place which was previously called delta community centre. we was quite depress as we don't have a permanent place we can call our own for pm. then a lady came out and greeted us. it was a small church with some kindergardens. surprisly she offered us one big room and without cost. wow. she is a christian and is impacting the kids there. i was touched by her love for all the kids. they are not normal kids but kids with down syndome etc. will share about this next week. Anyway thanks God for a room we can use without any disturbance. we can finally have a full prayer meeting without any disturbance or outsiders. hallelujah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108908109600799735?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108908109600799735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108908109600799735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108908109600799735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108908109600799735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/07/history-makers.html' title='History Makers.'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108899377985979716</id><published>2004-07-05T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T10:16:19.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A church without walls</title><content type='html'>Another brief recap of the past days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Had school as usual. Whole day was quite slack and the whole team was underperforming. However, it didn't stop us from getting our A's. Yes. I got another A for Culture and Communication. However, this is not the main focus of the day. The main focus was choir prac. Was kinda excited for it the whole day! Alright, i don't want to elaborate on it too much. Wanted to keep it short and sweet. Thank God for good grades and the opportunity to serve and love Him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat - Today was one day to remember. It's a team pork day. Alright, anyway, today me, sherrie, kenneth and recruit jody went for a movie. Yes. You didn't see wrongly. It's recruit Jody. He cut his hair botak. wahahaha. ok. back to main point. we suppose to meet at this time but everyone came late except me. guess this is our cg behaviour. anyway, we watched "windstruck", one interesting but lame movie. the movie itself was good as in the story plot but the movie fail to protrays the progress of it itself (who ever reads, let him understand). There was this part before the movie when the theatre was empty except for us. In the background was this linkin park song and all of us except the "tai-tai" went down to dance. We are like jumping around and breakdancing. And also acting like headless ghost. Hehe. Anyway, the love story is touching, had teary eyes, but i teared not because of the movie. It reminds me of Me and God. Reminds me once again of Jesus sacrifice. He didn't died in vain. And also, after the movie, we went for cellgroup. cellgroup was N309 first individual cg since so long. the prescence of God was so thick and pastor was so filled with the Holy Spirit. Pastor came up with another song entitled "Each though of you". the annoiting is there and pastor prayed for all of us. to be refresh by the Holy Spirit and everyone just fell under the power of the Holy Spirit. We had a great worship and because of that the preaching of God's word has to be cut short. After cg, everyone went to ngee ann for basketball while i went to pasir ris for a class bbq. shall not eleborate on it as i had some unpleasant experiences. Anyway, Praise God for a wondeful cg filled with his prescence. All of us truly leave the place renewed and refresh. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun - Climate of the week. Had a wonderful service. Heard this service long ago but the prescence is still there. It was about pastor kong vision about a church without walls. to bring the love that we experience outside the church. God wants you and i to have a passion of compassion for a people without a vision. Let us take the fire we experience here and make a difference in the lives of the people outside the four walls of our church. YES! After service, we went to dohby ghaut for melody's birthday party. We had a great time but i forgot about feng kai birthday. shucks. was really sad and it was too late. kinda depressing. anyway, melody's birthday party was a huge success and everyone enjoyed it. For the first time, i seen melody so happy. so glad about that. After everything ended, i had bs with bro. kelvin at ymca mac. the usual gang of me, michelle, sally and leila. this time zhen yi was with us. we had a great time and everyone enjoyed the Word. As we are almost finishing this series of bible study, we have learnt a lot about the end times and knows more than most people. Praise God for that. It's always good to be deeply rooted in the Word.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing i want to mentioned about is regarding prayer meeting in RP! We are going to have a prayer meeting today! We are going to be history makers in RP! will tell you all more after the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;WE WILL ANSWER THE CALL &lt;br /&gt;TO BUILD THIS CHURCH WITHOUT WALLS &lt;br /&gt;LET YOUR GLORY BE SHOWN &lt;br /&gt;BRING SALVATION TO THE LOST, TO THE LOST...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108899377985979716?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108899377985979716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108899377985979716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108899377985979716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108899377985979716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/07/church-without-walls.html' title='A church without walls'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108869346459290111</id><published>2004-07-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T22:51:04.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never get enough..</title><content type='html'>These few days i got no idea on what to blog. Wanted to blog something about Simon Peter, but i guess i can't pen it down into words. Wanted to blog about so much stuffs but i just can't pen it down into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea about what to blog but just a brief recap of the last few days. Mon-Thur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon - School resumes. Guess that i wanted to go back to school badly but there are some people that i don't want to see. Guess that its a contradiction. Although we dislike them that much, but that doesn't stop us from loving them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue - Today having C# programming. Something all of us dread about. This is a killer. Todays problem was abit weird. Don't need to do codes but rather power. On the afternoon itself is the UT for C#. One full day of C# the killer. We should be like David and slay this killer. We are overcomers, the head and not the tail, above and not beneath. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed - Have engineering science today. Really wondering if the people around me are changed anot. Atmosphere was different this time. People are no longer concern about their work. I don't care. All i want is for school to finsh so as to go YMCA for BS! How i miss BS! More! More! More of it! I'll never get enough of it! Living a victorious Godly Life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thur - Hmm.. Today Cognitive was alright. Was ok with everything except the team. Arghx. Shall not eleborate. Felt that something is not right. Anyway, lots of articles to write today. Camp RJ and Cognitive RJ. Didn't have the passion to write today cos of today's team. Shucks. Anyway, after that, i had guitar prac. I was doing well with the chords. Improving day by day. Yes. I wanted to picked up guitar so as to play for cg and own worship. I'm on my way. Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That roughly sums up these few days but i feel that school is taking up quite a lot of my time. I need more time! Haha. Even with 5/7 days per week involved in prayermeeting, cellgroups, ministry, bible studies and service. I'm still not sastified. How i wish i can quit school right now and serve God full time. But in the mean time, lets stay focus and press on for the final reward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108869346459290111?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108869346459290111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108869346459290111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108869346459290111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108869346459290111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/07/ill-never-get-enough.html' title='I&apos;ll never get enough..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108848271216526282</id><published>2004-06-29T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T12:18:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise The Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Wherever you go.. Be obedient&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are.. Be loyal&lt;br /&gt;The Lord your God, the Lord who is now King&lt;br /&gt;I will praise the Lord alone unto eternity&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I go.. I will obey&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I am.. I will be loyal&lt;br /&gt;The Lord my God, the Lord who is now King&lt;br /&gt;I will praise the Lord alone unto eternity&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108848271216526282?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108848271216526282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108848271216526282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108848271216526282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108848271216526282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/06/praise-lord.html' title='Praise The Lord'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108840112444257939</id><published>2004-06-28T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T08:36:53.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Proverbs 29:18&lt;br /&gt;"Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he." (KJV)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are lacking of a vision, you are lacking of a sense of destiny. Without a vision people perish. But when a person takes hold of their purpose, they will begin to see the bigger picture of their future. This generation is a generation without vision with no known purpose for their lives. We are called the "X" generation because we all lack a vision and purpose of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your vision? Do you have a vision in the first place? Do you intend to study, graduate, work, get rich, marry a wife, have kids and then die? What is the purpose for living then? What we need is a purpose in our life, a destiny we can call our own. Vision is like a photograph of our future. Without a vision, the photograph will be blurred and life seems to be getting no where. With a sense of purpose, the photograph will be sharp and you will know where you are going. And so it is with many individuals who have no clear vision for their lives, causing them to live life without passion. Remember, the vision you create will determine the level of passion that you enjoy in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ask yourself this. Am I having a vision? Do I know where I am going and on the path to fullfill my destiny? Most importantly, is your vision from heaven? Am I doing the will of God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108840112444257939?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108840112444257939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108840112444257939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108840112444257939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108840112444257939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/06/vision.html' title='Vision'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108826802839384983</id><published>2004-06-26T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T08:37:44.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking up the cross..</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday To You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received many sms of people that send me this message. I was not sastified with this. Neither will i be sastified with a grand birthday party in a five star hotel. All i want is simple yet greatly sastifying. All i want is to celebrate it with God. The rest can be strawberries or chocolate cream on the cake. Yes. Simple yet sastifying. All i want is to celebrate it with my creator. He has made me unique and complicated. Nobody really understands me except for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was with me on my birthday and celebrated it with me. Truly sastifying and wonderful. The best birthday i have so far these 17 year. He asked me to reflect on the past 17 years that i had. All those success and failues, all the friends that come and go, all the people around me. All these things will change, and one day they will all past away. What is the purpose of this reflection? To remind me that altough all things will changed, God's love will by no means pass away. He will love me always and unconditionaly. "Agape" thats what the kind of love God has for all of us. Unconditional love, love that is not selfish, love that is not lust, love that is for the benefit of others. God really love everyone of us and wants none of us to perish. But we know one day will come and when the last thrumpet of God has sounded, it will be all over. All our loves one and friends around us that are not saved will be gone from us. How terrifying and how much sorrow there will be. There is a great urgency for Missions. God has called us to be a missionary 2000 years ago when he gave the great commission. All of us are to go and bring the lost back to our good shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something that is stopping us. This 17th birthday, God spoke to me about the great commission. This is the great commission and not the great suggestion. All of us are to go. We all want to go but we don't want to leave our comfort zone. But But But.. when the last thrumpet of God sounds, all things will be OVER. Friends, let me ask you a question. Are you willing to come out of your comfort zone, pick up the cross and follow him where ever He goes? Are you willing to give up some areas of your life and live a life worthy of Him? &lt;blockquote&gt;The value placed upon anything, especially relationships, is immediately revealed by the sacrifice one is willing to make in order to pursue it.&lt;/blockquote&gt; Jesus understands that one will not value what they got for free. To serve God costs us something. Even Jesus said, “Few travel down the narrow path leading to eternal life.” God must be pursued. We can only begin our pursuit when we are willing to give up our own desires to serve and please Him. Let us all began to give up on our comfort zone and pick up the cross and follow him. Let this be a conviction in our hearts, "Father, I take up my cross and I follow after You. I will joyfully lose my life and my identity to find life and life everlasting with Christ.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. This is truly the desire of my heart. I want to take up the cross and follow after him. Even if you are doing the job as a cgl or just helping to do attendance or just talking to a new friend, every act of Christian service is sacred. Yes, it is sacred. But in the first place, you got to leave your comfort zone and to take up the cross. Are you willing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108826802839384983?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108826802839384983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108826802839384983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108826802839384983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108826802839384983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/06/taking-up-cross.html' title='Taking up the cross..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108809483840732209</id><published>2004-06-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T00:33:58.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Grow Older</title><content type='html'>As I grow older&lt;br /&gt;I become more aware,&lt;br /&gt;that certain aspects of my life,&lt;br /&gt;and attitudes towards life,&lt;br /&gt;change, and take on different&lt;br /&gt;meanings and approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God leads me into deeper,&lt;br /&gt;more sympathetic and understanding&lt;br /&gt;experiences throughout life.&lt;br /&gt;New levels which, when I look back,&lt;br /&gt;can see God's insightful guiding Hand upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to know and understand,&lt;br /&gt;that as I approached and went through,&lt;br /&gt;these very hills and valleys of life,&lt;br /&gt;I Was Never Alone,&lt;br /&gt;but truly Blessed during those times,&lt;br /&gt;which helped broaden and deepen&lt;br /&gt;my outlook and respect for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Christian disciple,&lt;br /&gt;being guided by God's loving care,&lt;br /&gt;I grow more receptive,&lt;br /&gt;to the Inspiration and Guidance&lt;br /&gt;from the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that the Love of God&lt;br /&gt;is a very Special Gift to me,&lt;br /&gt;I grow in confidence that&lt;br /&gt;whatever changes may confront me,&lt;br /&gt;He will guide and lead me into a greater,&lt;br /&gt;more meaningful relationship and&lt;br /&gt;knowledge of His Love, for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my ageing,&lt;br /&gt;Gods love, care and nurturing,&lt;br /&gt;broadens and deepens my relationship&lt;br /&gt;with my Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108809483840732209?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108809483840732209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108809483840732209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108809483840732209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108809483840732209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/06/as-i-grow-older.html' title='As I Grow Older'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108809336926097146</id><published>2004-06-24T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T00:09:29.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>It's June 24th today and roughly 30 mins more to my birthday. Very excited about it! Receive two birthday cards so far. One from church and one from someone i don't know. =x Alright, the church one was nice and the presence of God accompanied the card. The other card which i reveived, it was sign of by Mary and Sam. I seriously don't know who it is but i'm so sorry if i have forgotten you if i knew you in the first place. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, roughly sum up today events. First of all, i had a great sleep. for as long as 15 hours. alright, you can call me a pig but it was worth the sleep. after that i went for guitar prac. in case you didn't know, Jonathan, who is my primary school best friend is in the same school and same cca as me! ok anyway, learn more stuffs this week and prac was quite tough.. always getting lost while playing.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i also celebrated my birthday with the june babies in guitar club. Amanda and jonathan was the other june babies. There was a coffe cake which serve as my dinner. praise God. Gos supply my needs when i am broke. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to my birthday topic. for 16 years, i don't have a birthday i can really remember. i guess they are all bitter or no taste memories. i really hope that this year i can have a sweet memory. afterall, it was a new school and another circle of friends. even though it is a new experience, what i wish for afterall was to have friends that truly care and not friends that come and go. i also wish to go on to a new level with God. i'm not sastified with the way i am and i also seek to go nearer to Him. I want to be with Him and never apart. This 17th birthday, i pray hard that no matter what i do, i will always glorify God with my actions. I want to be a history maker world shaker, the head and not the tail, above and not beneath. I want to shine for God in all areas. So this 17th birthday, i commit the rest of the years into his hands and pray that God will use me and make the way he want me to be. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the people he places in my life. Some come and go and some stayed. Those who stayed, i really appreciate them and love them. I know that God placed them in my life for a specific purpose each. Some are meant to edifying you, some are meant to discourage you, some are meant to irritate, some are meant to anger you and the list just go on. But no matter what, they are all sent by God to make you into a more complete person. Without them, i can never cultivate longsuffering, i can never cultivate love. Just want to thank them for coming into my lives to change me for good. Lastly, thank God for sending people into my life to change me. Want to thank God for all He has done for me, changing me 180 degrees back into his arms of Love. This 17th Birthday, I just commit myself back into his loving hands. No matter how tough the situation is to me, i will still praise Him. I will still love Him, I will still seek Him. Thank you Jesus for this Birthday. Hallelujah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108809336926097146?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108809336926097146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108809336926097146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108809336926097146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108809336926097146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108799774833657354</id><published>2004-06-23T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T21:35:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Ambassadors</title><content type='html'>Alright, I've booked out of this three day two night camp. This camp was for all the year one student ambassadors which i am one of them. Its suppose to be a teambuilding camp for all of us to blend together into a team as a whole. Alright, I personally FEEL that this camp was great overall (taking away all the unclean lips and dirty actions). The whole camp was plan by the years two and it was a GOOD job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'm really glad that i'm part of this prestigious IG and have such wonderful seniors around me. Really appreciate their effort in putting together this camp just for us. Well done! Anyway, the people there are considered elites of the year ones which i think otherwise. Most people look and act like gangster picked out from the streets. No offence to the interviewing commitee but its just a personal comment. Anyway, although they look and act that way, i will still love them the way Jesus love me. This how it should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the whole course of the camp, the games were mostly common camp games except with some twist. It is to make us adapt more to leadership roles as V.v has mentioned. Alright, i shall not get into details about the game. But i wanna comment about the night of the camp. Before lights-out, they will all play truth or dare which i just be a spectator. I don't want to get involved in this thing. IT IS TOTALLY HORRIBLE. its not just between guys but the girls came over our dorm and join in too. this game is totally horrible i stress again. the dares are horrible. you get to see two girls doin tt and two guys doing this. french kissing and love bitings.. and its a horrible sight. can you imagine it? two guys french kiss each other. yucks. i'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, anyway, regarding other stuffs, wanna share about my results in school. first of all i want to thank God for giving me GOOD results. I got 3 A's for 3 UT. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;There is one UT which i totally messed up. I misunderstood the question. Anyway, want to thank GOd for giving me such good results. As i was having all the UT's during the Emerge Conference and Prayer Meeting's, i still rush to church once i finish my UT. Even when time is not up yet, once i finish all question i just submit. As i honor God, God also honor me with A's. Once again God has shown his faithfullness in my life.. Praise God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108799774833657354?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108799774833657354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108799774833657354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108799774833657354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108799774833657354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/06/student-ambassadors.html' title='Student Ambassadors'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108774942282531647</id><published>2004-06-21T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T21:44:16.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace of God</title><content type='html'>The Peace of GOD is a continual and deep peace, one&lt;br /&gt;which transcends any peace gained from earthly situations.&lt;br /&gt;For earthly peace is subject to ups and downs of our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;The peace which is God-given is strengthening,&lt;br /&gt;comforting and calming.&lt;br /&gt;It enables us to see the world clearly&lt;br /&gt;and partake of life with serenity.&lt;br /&gt;Without God's peace, we look at life through eyes&lt;br /&gt;filled with hurt, sorrow and guilt.&lt;br /&gt;When we lay our lives before the One Almighty, Loving God,&lt;br /&gt;His life pours over us like a soothing balm&lt;br /&gt;which heals and restores us and&lt;br /&gt;His love fills us until we overflow.&lt;br /&gt;In this way God's love will spread&lt;br /&gt;to the lost and disillusioned of the world,&lt;br /&gt;and through the blood of His Son, Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;the wayward children will be forgiven and welcomed&lt;br /&gt;into God's home and His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;John 14:2&lt;br /&gt;Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I can only find peace throught the presence of God. As what mentioned above, God came as a soothing balm and is restoring me back. I don't want to be sad, hurted, sorrow or guilt anymore. I want his peace to restore me. I want the joy of the Lord to be upon my life. This peace that only God can give, peace that is not of the world but of God. One that takes away my fear and comforts me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how the situation may seems, continue treating people the best you can and leave the rest up to God. You can't control the way people treat you but what you can do is control the way you treat others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna thanks ZhenYi for listening to my thoughts and encouraging me. Glad that i can find someone i can talk to and able to understand my feelings. Thank God for placing such friends into my lives. Thank You Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108774942282531647?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108774942282531647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108774942282531647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108774942282531647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108774942282531647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/06/peace-of-god.html' title='Peace of God'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108773558046775140</id><published>2004-06-20T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T20:46:20.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring day</title><content type='html'>i'm tired. tired tired and sooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are dissappointing me. or is it me dissappointing myself?&lt;br /&gt;am i looking at things the wrong way?&lt;br /&gt;am i overly concern at things or am i misinterpreting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. tired to think. too tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booking in to camp tomorrow till wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108773558046775140?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108773558046775140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108773558046775140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108773558046775140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108773558046775140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/06/tiring-day.html' title='tiring day'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108757704581202761</id><published>2004-06-18T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T00:44:05.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings..</title><content type='html'>So much to say. I'm having mixed feelings. Felt like I'm caught in a fish net, desperately trying to break free but I can't. How can I find meaning in this kind of life with such a situation? I'm desperately seeking for an answer. Looking for this answer throughout the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sidetrack a bit. Afternoon there was cell and I was there early. Everyone came late and there was not as many people as I have expected. There were a lot of unfamiliar faces and many new friends. I guess something must have happen when I was overseas. Everyone must have been inspired by bro.bk to get back the passion. This passion to have a passion of compassion for the lost&lt;blockquote&gt;Hallelujah.&lt;/blockquote&gt; Was glad that there are many new friends and pray hard that they will continue attending svc and cg and will be saved soon. Felt out of touch with a lot of the members and desperately need to get back in touch. Ok. Anyway, cellgroup started off well with amoz and kenneth playing the guitar. The games went on fine and the praise and worship was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to main point. During praise and worship, I got back this familiar feelings that I once had. This feeling that I lack during the whole Malaysia trip. It was so overwhelming and the presence of god totally consume me. And god spoke to me and told me the answer to the question I had. How can I find peace in such a messed up life and world? God reminded me that although the flesh is of the world and us not to be conformed to this world. So where can I get the peace that I wanted in such bad situations? Its only through god. &lt;blockquote&gt;Only in his presence can I find real peace.&lt;/blockquote&gt; Felt so good during praise and worship and once again thank Jesus for the miracle work on the cross that made me what I am today. A 180 deg change in my life. From a hopeless student to a A's scoring student. How is this possible? Only by god and by me unleashing the potential god has placed within me with his divine guidance. Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyway, cellgroup was a bit rush as the security guard is chasing us out as we are over the time limit for the function room. Even though we rushed thru abit but the message was still shared with everyone. It was about missions and giving and how we should have the attitude towards missions and giving. God once again challenge me to fulfill the upcoming missions pledge and not just fulfill but also to give more than the required amount. No matter how broke I am now, I believe that this obstacle can still be conquered. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, had dinner after cell with some members and this time it bad. Had a bad headache and could not think properly. Ouch. Anyway, caught up in bad relations between friends but it was nothing in the end. =x anyway, took the same bus with meiqi and we chatted quite well. Then I went for my taekwondo lesson. Actually not lesson but I just went there to observe. Didn't brought my gi along and black belt along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it for today and there's basket ball tomorrow! Anyway, got to do attendance for svc and makeup cg. So signing off now. *log off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108757704581202761?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108757704581202761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108757704581202761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108757704581202761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108757704581202761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/06/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108749221736589717</id><published>2004-06-18T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T01:10:17.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Bet!</title><content type='html'>I was woke up by a telephone call. arghx. Kenneth called me for movie and i glady agree. BUT BUT BUT! i told him yesterday not to disrupt my sleep! ARGXH! my precious sleep.. anyway, i woke up at 12.30pm and dress up for movie. we are going to watch the jack neo production BEST BET. ok, shall not disclose the journey to orchard everything. i just focus on the movie. the movie was lame. seriously lame. it was 75% in hokkien. praise god i understand hokkien or else i would have wasted my $6.50 on this movie. one thing i like about this movie is the songs from the movie. the songs are nice! seriously. even thought of buying this movie OST. =x haha i know its lame but the songs are nice.. especially "the brother song" if you know. ok. i shall not say too much about the movie or else it would not be nice if someone had not watch it yet. anyway, after that i went back to school. YES. back to school. i got guitar practice in the evening from 6-8. haha. it was quite fun la. learn a new song joyful jouful thou thee.. i think this is the song name if my memory serves me right. anyway, i want to thank god again. god placed my prmary school best friend in the same poly as me again and summore same cca. wow. got a childhood reunion. sorry to dissappoint you people but its a HE. haha. anyway, can't wait for tml CG! espcially when pastor is back from israel. it's gonna be great! can't wait to see all of the cg members! i miss you guys!! i'm serious. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108749221736589717?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108749221736589717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108749221736589717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108749221736589717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108749221736589717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/06/best-bet.html' title='Best Bet!'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245350.post-108739830640437176</id><published>2004-06-16T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T23:05:06.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm backed..</title><content type='html'>Ok. I'm back from Malaysia. Backed on the 15th. Well, it was quite interesting and boring at the same time. Trust me. It's possible to be interesting and boring at the same time. Ok. Anyway, I went to Mount Ophir, Melaka, Bedoh (Most probably you don't know where) and Genting. Ok. It's a long story here and i don't want to dwell much on it. Just some facts, I scaled Mount Ophir. Serious, i was at the summit for sure. And also I scaled Genting. Wahaha. Ok. Anyway, this whole trip is boring. Just the scaling mount ophir makes it interesting. Just that i also visit my grandmother (father side) once again at this little town call bedoh. Anyway, all this while, i missed everyone. I miss everyone in N'09, in RP and everyone. oww.. Haix. Can't go for sunday service cos of malaysia trip. Was sad that i can't come. I can't wait for CG and service! Anyway, the sentosa trip which i didn't go was great. Everyone had fun except me. =x AHH!! Can't wait for the next outing.. And also next week there will be student ambassadors camp. praise god it didn't clash on a sunday. on that camp i will be able to see my beloved seniors and friends. and after the camp, it will be my birthday. IF YOU FORGET THE STORY ABOVE, JUST REMEMBER THIS. MY BIRTHDAY IS ON 25th JUNE. REMEMBER!!! ahaha.. remember.. i expect some presents. =p Anyway, i will be turning 17 and one year older. Its ok, I still have many years to serve the Lord. So, anyway, praise god my birthday is coming.. Hope that there will be people who remember it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7245350-108739830640437176?l=iewgnail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/feeds/108739830640437176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7245350&amp;postID=108739830640437176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108739830640437176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7245350/posts/default/108739830640437176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iewgnail.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-backed.html' title='I&apos;m backed..'/><author><name>liangwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09233978251099675682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/buzzz03/015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
