<?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-379247695150796096</id><updated>2012-02-09T23:20:25.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When He gave His life for us, He suffered and died.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-8732193360125190525</id><published>2012-02-09T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T23:18:57.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just hearts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When all I want is for you to see&lt;br /&gt;The side that I don’t show to﻿ anyone&lt;br /&gt;In fear that they may turn and run&lt;br /&gt;Alone and incomplete&lt;br /&gt;No more tears to cry&lt;br /&gt;No more blood to bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the end of presentation. Sigh of relief.. But yet, still countless of things running through my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm gonna miss the computer lab in school.. Throughout this 3 years in poly, at least 50% of the time spent in the computer labs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna graduate within a week already.. So many things left unsaid, so many things left undone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe somehow if things aren't meant to be yours, it will never be. &lt;br /&gt;Face it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-8732193360125190525?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/8732193360125190525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-just-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8732193360125190525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8732193360125190525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-just-hearts.html' title='It&apos;s just hearts.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-6545038897152272151</id><published>2011-12-26T06:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T06:50:13.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senseless Novelty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Light up, light up&lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you, dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder, louder&lt;br /&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak, I understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you can't raise your voice to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This songs reminds me of the commitments in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else more when your friends are brewing up a love novelty in your life? It is fun and exciting to be part of a love story. But what if things don't succeed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at things STATISTICALLY, relationship wise at this current phase is really tough to maintain. Things just come and go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we don't really need to be in a love-relationship to be loved. But like what they all say, to experience and be experienced in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-6545038897152272151?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/6545038897152272151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/12/senseless-novelty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6545038897152272151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6545038897152272151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/12/senseless-novelty.html' title='Senseless Novelty.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-7650822070570267392</id><published>2011-11-03T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:08:02.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my knees.</title><content type='html'>The pastor was talking about having wisdom in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A good outcome is always better than a good income&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded about this phrase that was mentioned 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my eyes were closed. I found myself kneeling down at the fountain of life. When I looked up, it was Jesus. And he said with those beautiful eyes, "Son, drink this water of life, and you will be blessed with the wisdom that you need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say money can't buy happiness. But I beg to differ. Because I believe that in this world, money, is one of the key to happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of financial problems, marriage lives are broken.&lt;br /&gt;Because of financial problems, people start robbing.&lt;br /&gt;Because of financial problems, parents sell their kids to those industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these outcomes were never meant to happen. None of these events were ever desirable in the eyes of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because we're living in this world where money defines our social status, our standard of living, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one thing we all need to have. We need the wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is, never to worship the riches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-7650822070570267392?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/7650822070570267392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-my-knees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7650822070570267392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7650822070570267392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-my-knees.html' title='On my knees.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-5338900342072458400</id><published>2011-10-30T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:18:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The different facets of our life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When you feel you're alone, cut off from this cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;Your instincts tell you to run&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart, those angel voices,&lt;br /&gt;They'll sing to you, they'll be your guide back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life leaves us blind&lt;br /&gt;Love keeps us kind&lt;br /&gt;It keeps us kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-5338900342072458400?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/5338900342072458400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/10/different-facets-of-our-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/5338900342072458400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/5338900342072458400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/10/different-facets-of-our-life.html' title='The different facets of our life.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-5613419945160346843</id><published>2011-09-17T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T01:27:33.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your agenda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I open my lungs to breathe in forgiveness and love&lt;br /&gt;Haunting me now reminders of how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;And on down the road my troubles are sure to follow.&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window, the hell if I know where I will go&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just keep on driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really lies in your intentions. &lt;br /&gt;Despite the outcome, regardless if its an optimistic or pessimistic nature, it all voice down to your perceived desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will a rich man offer thousands of bills to charity be more valuable than a little school kid emptying his little money pouch to the tissue paper uncle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times we tried to do well in life, perhaps in studies in this case. But the tension within the social circle becomes stronger. We lose friends, or maybe, we don't even have the chance to nurture the relationship at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It whatever we do, there will always be an inverse force working through our way. But to succeed, we have to fight against that opposing current inevitably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-5613419945160346843?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/5613419945160346843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-agenda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/5613419945160346843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/5613419945160346843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-agenda.html' title='Your agenda.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-9162930113419200407</id><published>2011-08-30T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T03:09:25.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood phases.</title><content type='html'>What should you do, think, react &amp; plan when you're faced with tonnes of stress, expectations, family issues at this hour? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know you've still a long long way ahead before you hit on that final bed and tell yourself "all is well, I've lived life without any regrets".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that your childhood days forms the core of your personality no matter what comes after that. It's because when we're young, we're innocent &amp; therefore hold on to that promise dearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're most gullible and innocent when we're young. But when forces of the opposing site comes into our lives, we've learned that fairy tales and all are full of bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child with a disadvantage family background will always be on the extreme ends when he/she grows up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Either a dog or a catalyst in the society&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a dog in the society means growing up to be a useless piece of shit because they reminisce on their bad experiences when they were young. They have no confidence in life, no goals, no nothing. They stray away, being part of the dump because of excessive self-pitying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one is done being fooled, pushed around, etc. They become the latter. All they wanna do is not living a life that allows bad history from repeating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When shit just happens in your life, you'll just gotta pull yourself up and move forward. Just remember that there will always be mountain high experiences and valley low, something like a roller coaster ride. &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/379247695150796096-9162930113419200407?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/9162930113419200407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/08/childhood-phases.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/9162930113419200407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/9162930113419200407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/08/childhood-phases.html' title='Childhood phases.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-2414863929590044250</id><published>2011-08-19T03:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T03:56:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading troops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Till that day&lt;br /&gt;I take you home&lt;br /&gt;know that I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by your grace&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful of falling, falling&lt;br /&gt;the echos through my days&lt;br /&gt;I still hear your calling&lt;br /&gt;you calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought what's life gonna be like without making your own decisions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought what would be the the overall dynamics be when you make decisions for a bunch of friends, group or team? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us have different perspective in life, and I believe we can't please everyone through the decision we've made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Jesus has his own set of haters because of mankind's jealousy, pride and hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thoughts. Despite being adamant, the results have reflected that such approaches are necessary at times. &amp; it has been proven that it's the most effective way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how much effort we've came out with, at the end of the day, there are bound to have some unappreciative souls. No doubt that this phase of life signifies a child's play lifestyle, it is still essential for each and everyone to have the initiative to do things. &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/379247695150796096-2414863929590044250?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/2414863929590044250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/08/leading-troops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2414863929590044250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2414863929590044250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/08/leading-troops.html' title='Leading troops.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-215866411004019144</id><published>2011-08-09T10:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:27:41.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kite's perspective.</title><content type='html'>Ask yourself this question without thinking twice:&lt;br /&gt;Which is more affordable? &lt;br /&gt;A Fossil's Watch or a Rolex's Watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: - Rolex's Watch.&lt;br /&gt;Though it is priced at a premium cost, it provides a life-time guarantee because of its quality. Unlike the former, we must always purchase a new one due to its limited life-span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement can only be agreed if we look at a long term's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this experience, we can apply this context in many situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is stereotypical for people to think that it's materialistic for someone to purchase such high ticket item. But the matter of fact is, through the process of pertaining to this goal, one needs to work hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; through the blood &amp; sweat, we learn what real competition is, what is life and ultimately what are the "true colors" of the friends in our social circle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, it is never wrong to seek for a high expectation in life, especially in terms of salary, monetary aspects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I walk pass down the street, I see elderly uncles hanging out there helplessly. Without goals, passion, and most importantly, without love. Wanna reach out to them but somehow, it seems too tough to stay connected to them. Regret lives in them, perhaps they didn't knew what they want when they were young.&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/379247695150796096-215866411004019144?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/215866411004019144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/08/kites-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/215866411004019144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/215866411004019144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/08/kites-perspective.html' title='Kite&apos;s perspective.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-3214501110241522151</id><published>2011-07-09T01:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T02:16:17.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Came home from the awards ceremony for business students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda prestigeous because your close ones are invited to the event. &amp; they watch you walk up that stage, grabbing hold of that certificate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like those kind of student union ceremony where people welcome the new family, but it is a celebration that acknowledges your presence, contributions and your hardwork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow life's feeling a little empty even with these achievements. &lt;br /&gt;What's achievement without having feelings attached to it? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things always have to be personal in order for that particular achievement to be meaningful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the credibility of being one of the best, it's still pointless if the person you want to share with does not show any signs of reciprocation. Perhaps people who don't mind your life couldn't appreciate the achivements you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow opinions do really matter, but mostly those who don't matter in our lives don't affect our emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cycle of attitude goes on, until someone comes and break this system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-3214501110241522151?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/3214501110241522151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-some-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3214501110241522151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3214501110241522151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-some-thoughts.html' title='Just some thoughts.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-175897697838482461</id><published>2011-07-07T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T01:55:41.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it go.</title><content type='html'>She's gonna fly a thousand miles away. &lt;br /&gt;Thousands of farewell givings, standing before the entrance of glass walls.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her, from a faraway place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going closer, but still with a distance. &lt;br /&gt;Saw her face, in a crowded place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'll never get to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-175897697838482461?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/175897697838482461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/07/let-it-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/175897697838482461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/175897697838482461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/07/let-it-go.html' title='Let it go.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-9098038296897798737</id><published>2011-05-28T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T23:30:23.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Pillars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq_wQN4p1DI/TeET1Ma9OnI/AAAAAAAAADY/nuP8WWmUw5w/s1600/bestfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq_wQN4p1DI/TeET1Ma9OnI/AAAAAAAAADY/nuP8WWmUw5w/s320/bestfriends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611788415268633202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my closest friends I've made in poly.&lt;br /&gt;But what's up now? &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I don't know how to express my gratitude to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When strangers become strangers once more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-9098038296897798737?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/9098038296897798737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/05/strong-pillars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/9098038296897798737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/9098038296897798737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/05/strong-pillars.html' title='Strong Pillars'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq_wQN4p1DI/TeET1Ma9OnI/AAAAAAAAADY/nuP8WWmUw5w/s72-c/bestfriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-2265338768192722352</id><published>2011-04-19T04:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T05:16:10.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adversely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Here they come all the young,&lt;br /&gt;all the old and everybody else who is told.&lt;br /&gt;That I'm here now, yes I'm here now&lt;br /&gt;And as everybody gathers around,&lt;br /&gt;oh I swear we can still hear the sound of your guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken Down - Kevin Hammond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to talk to one of the kids in church.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like coffee?". The reply was, "No".&lt;br /&gt;Lol, so I asked why. "Cause it's bitter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church will always be an eye-opener for me. From the youngest to the oldest, we'll learn about the various characteristics of people through church eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young children always have the liberty to enjoy what freedom really is don't they? &lt;br /&gt;Taking things literally, just the way they are. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoying a cup of milo to a cup of coffee because it tastes so much sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enuf nonsense. What im saying is, in different seasons in our life, we'll view things from a different angle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we've regretted not studying harder during secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we were thankful that the playful nature in us served as a wake up call to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a bitter sweet process. &lt;br /&gt;But it's a sweet-&gt;bitter-&gt;sweet journey :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-2265338768192722352?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/2265338768192722352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/04/adversely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2265338768192722352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2265338768192722352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/04/adversely.html' title='Adversely.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-6727227449468916697</id><published>2011-04-14T02:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T02:33:46.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thin line.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I open my lungs to breathe in forgiveness and love.&lt;br /&gt;Haunting me now, reminders of how I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;And on down the road, my troubles are sure to follow&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window, the hell if I know, where I will go&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just keep on driving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard too much shit. Too much doubts about students produced by polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you're one of the top student in the institution? You're still fucking wasting 1 year as compared to students from College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when you've graduated from university, your employers will have the tendency to chuck aside the applicant that once came from poly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause they all fucking think that poly students can't adapt to the enviroment, can't analyze deeper, can't make decisions quicker and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure stereotyping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That's what I've heard so far. but i totally think that's bullshit because.............. &lt;em&gt;it's not about how well you start, but how well you end :p&lt;br /&gt;No but seriously, ultimately it's about the street smartness in you that pulls you through.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i think life sucks because im kinda wasting my days. Stucked with holidays, doing nothing productive. 10days++ more before starting on my final year in this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't secure my attachment yet. How the hell am I gonna be calm and all. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'll keep my fingers cross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-6727227449468916697?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/6727227449468916697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/04/thin-line_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6727227449468916697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6727227449468916697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/04/thin-line_14.html' title='Thin line.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-8245342561475863024</id><published>2011-04-06T18:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:55:18.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda bored since the start of the holidays. Wishing that things could start kicking off again. It's been 5 weeks already. 2 or more weeks to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs at the bottom are pretty depressing. Might wanna click the "x" button at the top right corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But such songs chill your mind away from the stressors of life.&lt;br /&gt;Try listening to the songs, lie on the bed and enjoy the momento of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really hurt to try, so yeah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-8245342561475863024?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/8245342561475863024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8245342561475863024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8245342561475863024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-6298165338771540910</id><published>2011-04-06T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:51:20.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In circles.</title><content type='html'>Had the opportunity to interact with a couple of millionaires during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;It was dad's bday. (Unfortunately he wasn't one of them HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Those were some of his clients attending the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the days when we watched drama programmes on TV, where the poor were always crying over financial problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the conversations carried out by them were completely the other way round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're considered as one of the successful businessmen in Singapore (I supposed so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're always in this circle, where money never fail to play a major role in our lives. But it really depends on how we take a stand in perspective on "success" itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of money, there's such a thing called gambling. &lt;br /&gt;Like they all say, gambling is always a zero-sum activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To gain something from it, we have to bring the other party down in expense of their $$$. &amp; as often we don't cherish our winnings as much as our hard-earned cash from those kinda typical part time jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll just spend it all unknowingly that it was the losers' hard earned money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The earth can meet man's need, but never greed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-6298165338771540910?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/6298165338771540910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-circles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6298165338771540910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6298165338771540910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-circles.html' title='In circles.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-9152657957733030581</id><published>2011-03-26T11:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T17:58:22.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaking cold, these hands were meant to hold.</title><content type='html'>Most of the time people pray to God for stuffs to be in their will. &lt;br /&gt;But the situation made it seem that the only solution, is to be in yours instead of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could things be so perfect, well, in my eyes that is. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the flaws could only be seen after a period of time, or perhaps looking from a fix point of view prevents a broader perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna fall to pieces, just wanna sit there astray. &lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna know the truth, just wanna keep it this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna know how stuffs have been so far.&lt;br /&gt;But if there's no reciprocation, it's really pointless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envisaging on how life would be less stressed up, more meaningful, livelier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, it was just pure admiration. &lt;br /&gt;Yes it &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-9152657957733030581?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/9152657957733030581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/03/shaking-cold-these-hands-were-meant-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/9152657957733030581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/9152657957733030581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/03/shaking-cold-these-hands-were-meant-to.html' title='Shaking cold, these hands were meant to hold.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-4932438561753875978</id><published>2011-03-19T03:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T04:29:16.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burgerrrrs.</title><content type='html'>Went down to Macdonalds about an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;Well, who could resist not taking a chillpill at such a place when it's right below your house? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw an auntie sitting alone at a corner with her fillet-o-fish. Just watching the way she held the burger. It was 2am++ in the morn and yeah, I thought to myself, how nice would it be if there was another person to have a meal with that elderly lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, I was there alone too HAHAHA. Felt like having a munch because I couldn't sleep and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe that having a great conversation with someone that is stress-free and genuine really beat any sort of entertainment in life. Exchanging personal beliefs and opinions provides opportunity to know one and other better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several reasons why people seek for companionship. Some like hugs that brings out the warmth, some needs motivation in studies, some just falls in love because of "love at first sight"(this category falls into the fairy tale shit HAHAHA). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are some that needs a special soul to appreciate their worldviews, thoughts and action. Wouldn't it be sweet if there's someone that will never ever disagree with your future plans, future goals and future steps? I mean, everyone needs some sort of encouragement and support don't they? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being alone doesn't necessarily mean being lonely&lt;/strong&gt;. It might just mean that their special stuffs ain't worth sharing with anyone yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-4932438561753875978?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/4932438561753875978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/03/burgerrrrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4932438561753875978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4932438561753875978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/03/burgerrrrs.html' title='Burgerrrrs.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-7658090938332304177</id><published>2011-03-03T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T12:07:52.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you go, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you whisper my name, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;How every single promise I keep&lt;br /&gt;Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;br /&gt;If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Medina - What are Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-7658090938332304177?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/7658090938332304177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/03/compromises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7658090938332304177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7658090938332304177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/03/compromises.html' title='Compromises.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-1243241179912947059</id><published>2011-02-21T00:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T01:35:18.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking out.</title><content type='html'>There're 2 things in life that never fails to brighten up my day. First is a cup of coffee (sugarless). And next, a can of heineken beeeeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really agree much with people who hate these 2 beverages. Though it might taste bitter and all, but somehow appreciating stuffs like this really enables me to associate things in different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church service,  Marc and I went for a lunch date with Auntie Kim. It was really an eye opener for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, most of the time, the both of us were just aunt kim’s listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;She's at least 60 years of age, had little confidence in speaking, fluency problems etcetc. Despite all these drawbacks, she speaks with sincerity and command. &amp; emotions were flowing out of the conversations as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom of my heart, I really do believe that such moments are priceless. You can't really engage a long-conversation easily with an elderly person anywhere, anytime when you're outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in church, we have the privilege to do so. Bringing a smile out of the cracks in their lives, generally gives anyone a sense of joy and satisfaction. &amp; it was really an honour for an elderly to invite us along to a small gathering/lunch appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers, youths. We all aim for the tangible stuffs, the conscious, the obvious. But often leave out the wiser words, the bigger picture of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspire not with your intentions, but with the understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps there's no reciprocation.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its anachronism.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-1243241179912947059?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/1243241179912947059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/02/walking-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1243241179912947059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1243241179912947059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/02/walking-out.html' title='Walking out.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-958980296953372904</id><published>2011-02-16T02:43:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T05:19:11.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere only we know.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from MBS. &lt;br /&gt;Got a little sick of mugging at home. So i've decided to take a tour with the rest of my notes at MBS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otw there was retarded because I've seen so many elderly people heading their way down to the casino. Somehow it's the addictions that tears a family apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nevertheless, I really enjoyed the atmosphere there. &lt;br /&gt;The lightings @ night in the mall actually plays a huge psychological impact in customers. With the various accent lightings and all, they've managed to create a contrast of shadows and dim lights along the various aisles. Hence this generate some sort of interest and anticipation while walking ard the mall with a posh and exclusive impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I personally feel that learning stuffs in retail is more like a leisure, wider exposure of life to me. Concepts we've learned could only bring the subconscious factors that attracts people into the stores, to our conscious. Making it obvious to prevent impulse purchases, etcetc. (save money lolllllll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; nothing more hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my midnight tour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuEkYRH8St0/TVrO-JNGCxI/AAAAAAAAADI/lCq84sA1_JE/s1600/2011-02-15T17-44-37.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuEkYRH8St0/TVrO-JNGCxI/AAAAAAAAADI/lCq84sA1_JE/s320/2011-02-15T17-44-37.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573995055842462482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msTdpZlyeW8/TVrSy7nEpsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rizVPQYnulk/s1600/2011-02-15T17-42-07.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msTdpZlyeW8/TVrSy7nEpsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rizVPQYnulk/s320/2011-02-15T17-42-07.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573999261261276866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken right outside Bay Sand's shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;You know where there are wooden platforms, where water fountains (whatever you call that) is on the move, along with the projection to create a "slide show".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1.30am &amp; there were no souls around there. The atmosphere was deserted, yet beautiful. Really took off some pressures in life, all the ambitions, all the desires, all the shits. (For the moment only i suppose hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;It's like thinking of nothing, and just solely appreciating what the visual effects had brandished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can offer a whole lot of positive affections as compared to the negative. But often we choose to focus on the rational.. Making life miserable and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home at about 2.10am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-958980296953372904?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/958980296953372904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/02/somewhere-only-we-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/958980296953372904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/958980296953372904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/02/somewhere-only-we-know.html' title='Somewhere only we know.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuEkYRH8St0/TVrO-JNGCxI/AAAAAAAAADI/lCq84sA1_JE/s72-c/2011-02-15T17-44-37.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-2243994025357959418</id><published>2011-02-15T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:06:27.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I know that theres no turning back &lt;br /&gt;if we put too much light on this we'll see through all the cracks&lt;br /&gt;let's stay in the dark one more night&lt;br /&gt;don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with this silence&lt;br /&gt;it's truth that I dont want hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the truth hurts, but at least, the intentions are known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-2243994025357959418?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/2243994025357959418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/02/lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2243994025357959418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2243994025357959418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/02/lies.html' title='Lies.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-2071119062713539563</id><published>2011-02-02T23:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T01:05:12.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindset.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The sunlight, warm me and penetrate these broken bones.&lt;br /&gt;Windows are frozen, they lock me out of a life I know.&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes are bleeding, cause I learn to see in the blackest night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us, had a little food festival over dinner, known as "the reunion dinner". &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, though there was a wide spread of sumptious food on the table, somehow along the line i realized that there's something missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just browsing through facebook earlier and I came across this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ABIGYHSNxMg/TUl8umwxb-I/AAAAAAAAADA/4u52PIywtPA/s1600/asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ABIGYHSNxMg/TUl8umwxb-I/AAAAAAAAADA/4u52PIywtPA/s320/asd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569119554341269474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, couldn't help but a drop of tear just rolled down my cheek. Only such beautiful context melts my heart, lollllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because we all seek for affiliation in many different ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of times we're conditioned to such stimulus that yearns for warmth. So much that makes our hearts become hardened when we have the insufficient. Put it in a simpler term, hearts that became numb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't feel the pain no more because we've decided to keep those memories back into our unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the only way to conquer this little self-pity mindset is to challenge against these painful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 27:10&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Even if my father and mother abandon me, the Lord will hold me close&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there is no need to indulge in disparity because such situation brings life to the other side of the coin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We become stronger &amp; tougher, just like a brand new skin known as, scars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-2071119062713539563?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/2071119062713539563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/02/mindset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2071119062713539563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2071119062713539563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/02/mindset.html' title='Mindset.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ABIGYHSNxMg/TUl8umwxb-I/AAAAAAAAADA/4u52PIywtPA/s72-c/asd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-440708224868432415</id><published>2011-01-30T09:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:47:54.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complementary traits.</title><content type='html'>Had sort of a reunion dinner with bros last nighttt. Unfortunately half of them weren't there. Lol, what a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the moments we had were priceless. Had loads of valuable conversations and all. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't knew that sky garden @ esplanade was that romanticccc. Hahaha gay night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard before the word "bromance"? I love the word. But yet again, b-romance means BEFORE-ROMANCE as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, when we're all grown up, we'll distance with one another sooner or later. Life moves on just like this hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are permanent snapshots stucked in our head. We'll only forget when we don't reflect over them constantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce on those that are worth it, leave the rest all in the unconscious :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-440708224868432415?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/440708224868432415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/01/complementary-traits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/440708224868432415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/440708224868432415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/01/complementary-traits.html' title='complementary traits.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-7338286163715246532</id><published>2011-01-29T10:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T13:36:24.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go all out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Now that we're here, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;All the struggles that we thought was in vain.&lt;br /&gt;All the mistakes, one life contained.&lt;br /&gt;They all finally start to fade away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned for the past few phases in school was all meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;Too many interesting shits happen every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I realized that, the greatest failure ain't failing at things you aren't good at. But achieving in things that don't matter at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Doing the things that doesn't satisfy us is plain stupid. Conforming to the standards of the world just because of peer acceptance, is a total bull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of affiliation, we compromise. Because of the veneer recognition that we wanna attain in the eyes of man, we inflate our accomplishments. Because of the pressures of the world, we hold back to prevent being judged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forsake our motto in life, too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is, fight for the things that you want, not the things that you should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-7338286163715246532?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/7338286163715246532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/01/go-all-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7338286163715246532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7338286163715246532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/01/go-all-out.html' title='Go all out.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-4642715962930485284</id><published>2011-01-02T00:35:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:03:46.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worldviews.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You whispered that you were getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;Got a look in your eye,&lt;br /&gt;tells me like its goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;So hold on to your secrets tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me and tell me that we're gonna be alright,&lt;br /&gt;and lie to me and tell me that we'll pull through the night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little reflection over the jap's trip.&lt;br /&gt;The best moments weren't Disney, weren't the group gatherings, weren't the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's at..&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks. Alone. While the rest went shopping LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Weird isn't it? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It was around 11 degree celcius at that moment. Decided to take a chill pill outside the store instead of enjoying the warmth inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked up and saw this beautiful view across the avenue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABIGYHSNxMg/TR9evWO-tTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tZ8TXmdGnQM/s1600/2010-12-26T04-50-12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABIGYHSNxMg/TR9evWO-tTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tZ8TXmdGnQM/s320/2010-12-26T04-50-12.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557264632713753906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atmosphere was calm yet certain. &lt;br /&gt;Everything felt so right and peaceful. The only sounds made were the railway tracks, foot steps of the crowd walking pass the store and the strong winds brushing the leaves of the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at Shinkuju, one of the busiest district in Tokyo. Countless of shops and offices. Times Square, Takashimaya is the huge building on the left, and the one of the right.. Ain't really sure whats the name of that clock tower hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that. There's a vast difference between our naked eye and cameras can capture. Sometimes being present in that particular scenery brings individuals to another realm. But when snapshots of pictures are taken by tools like the camera, it no longer feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again.. with the aid of equipments, we could see micro-bacterias that our naked eyes can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans in general, expect a lot in life. So much so that one takes things for granted as always. Events and all becomes boring, in search of exclusive materialistic desires that will satisfy them temporarily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, Christmas season for example? So many people ranting off their fbs statuses on how lonely and pathetic their lives are without a special somebody(steadies maybe) to celebrate with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta look into the 'micro' of life instead of the 'macro' at times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-4642715962930485284?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/4642715962930485284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-whispered-that-you-were-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4642715962930485284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4642715962930485284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-whispered-that-you-were-getting.html' title='Worldviews.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ABIGYHSNxMg/TR9evWO-tTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tZ8TXmdGnQM/s72-c/2010-12-26T04-50-12.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-3769934239066304137</id><published>2010-12-19T03:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T03:47:08.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Systems after systems.</title><content type='html'>was at kinokuniya for the past 2 days. Stucked there for hours after hours, jotting down notes about it and all. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How an Economy Grows and Why It Crashes" by Peter D. Schiff. Was really a refreshing experience. Talking about the selfishness about people about personal gains and such.&lt;br /&gt;It reflects on 3 people. Started off as fishermens and the currency they used are "fish notes".&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the book was depicting the storyline in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, other than analytical benefits from the book, there are several moral pricipals that served as 'retrieval cues'. things that really pointed it all out on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Materialistic wealth can satisfy human's desire only so much."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, in fact, i'll be heading Japan this coming week. &lt;br /&gt;Tokyo, Disney Sea? Osaka, Universal studio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, actually frankly speaking. I was least interested in going initially. Aunt Meiling, had a chat with me. Was about family bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, not to boast but i mean, all these material wealth will never satisfy you in the long run.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be the 3rd country im travelling abroad this year. I mean, crazy isn't it? Like how fortunate I am but yet so dissatisfied about life. But yeah, aunt ML was right. Memories with family will be the one that remains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; material wealth and other shits will just be a medium that facilitates the event of nurturing memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it ain't about striving for the best.. maybe it is all about trying our best to fight for our love ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-3769934239066304137?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/3769934239066304137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/12/systems-after-systems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3769934239066304137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3769934239066304137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/12/systems-after-systems.html' title='Systems after systems.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-3378262714210152431</id><published>2010-12-18T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:50:53.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight train.</title><content type='html'>2 types of personality.&lt;br /&gt;A "thinker" and the other, a "feeler".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the harder the person thinks, the weirder the person behaves. Or rather, doing things uniquely. Why? &lt;br /&gt;Because the person's worldview belongs to a different platform in comparison to the society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the more intimate the person "feels", the more he/she has the tendency to find a community. Simplicity takes root in the heart of that person. having a kind heart etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, affiliation is widely sought after. But I believe through self-actualizing, it brings life to the other side of the coin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is growth oriented and has the tendency to pursue goals that are deemed pleasurable in their eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe all humans are generally good in nature. But if performance traps such as societal pressures are acting against them, they'd turn nasty. &lt;br /&gt;Defense mechanism within the person's mind is triggered, causing them to backstab.. pulling people down.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being associated in a large community brings warmth. But walking down that narrow road &lt;strong&gt;alone &lt;/strong&gt;opens our blinded eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which side do you wanna go? &lt;br /&gt;Or, which side are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as having the best of both world :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-3378262714210152431?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/3378262714210152431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/12/midnight-train_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3378262714210152431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3378262714210152431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/12/midnight-train_18.html' title='Midnight train.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-6800366886775096680</id><published>2010-12-07T01:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:55:07.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Permanent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Will you think that you're all alone,&lt;br /&gt;when there is no one to hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;When all you know seems so far away,&lt;br /&gt;and everything is temporary, rest your head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is a muscle, squeezing blood, in and out. &lt;br /&gt;A muscle that will wear out eventually. &lt;br /&gt;Bit by bit, we'll learn new things through the exposures of life.&lt;br /&gt;We'll condition ourselves to what we've experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us is allocated only a certain number of heartbeats before our heart stop altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How will you plan to live the rest of your life?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your personal meaning. &lt;br /&gt;Find your existential purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Move on with life then."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-6800366886775096680?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/6800366886775096680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/12/permanent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6800366886775096680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6800366886775096680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/12/permanent.html' title='Permanent.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-8478580765227895852</id><published>2010-12-03T00:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T01:09:32.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empathy.</title><content type='html'>Typing down thoughts at this point of time isn't really a wise thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, school is damn hectic right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had dinner with a friend at about 10.30pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is always from 9am till 7pm at least. &amp; when im back home, it gets so moody, lethargic and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had one of the best talks, hidden emotions were triggered unintentionally lol. Putting oneself in another person's shoe really do help. No matter how strong the person's personality is, that person wouldn't be strong all the way through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-8478580765227895852?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/8478580765227895852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/12/trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8478580765227895852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8478580765227895852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/12/trying.html' title='Empathy.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-6913505384835013566</id><published>2010-11-29T23:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:31:19.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City on a hill.</title><content type='html'>Was at Jams on Sunday practically the whole late afternoon to evening. Located at 4th level of Ion Orchard, prologue. One of the best cafe I've ever been, to mug etcetc. Atmosphere was excellent, the songs were more or less in tune with the christmas festive and all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're trying so hard to find meaning in life, this is what you might try doing hohoho. &lt;br /&gt;Sounds weird but, I really do enjoy being alone. Basically, just reflecting on life.(Indulging in some self-effacement exercise :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded about something. It's about a revelation, thesis or whatever you call that is generalized by scientists. &lt;br /&gt;Goes like, "Our emotions are more or less controlled by neurons in our lives."&lt;br /&gt;Refers that humans do not have a spirit living in them, but basically just cells passing down messages. External factors triggers these cells to transmit information through electrical waves or smth. (not really sure of the defination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet again, don't you agree that it's the soul in us that is in control? Rather than just cells moving around, cells that encourages backstab or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe here's another thought, who created/formed/developed all these cells if the thesis made by scientist is true?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe yet again, just who heck is the creator of all these living things? Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the truth is based on the generalization of things, experiencing something that relates to me uniquely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truth may not be another person's truth. But if we live the truth through us, the very least we could achieve is by inspiring them, that there's something different in the truth that we believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the light of the world. A city on a hill that cannot be hidden&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-6913505384835013566?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/6913505384835013566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/11/city-on-hill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6913505384835013566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6913505384835013566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/11/city-on-hill.html' title='City on a hill.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-1457475551476647846</id><published>2010-11-25T23:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T00:58:48.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relentless grace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We were called to be victiorious over it. &lt;br /&gt;Not defeated, not a survival. &lt;br /&gt;But like a warrior that triumphs over it.&lt;br /&gt;When we're always falling back by the forces, &lt;br /&gt;When we feel a force that is acting against us,&lt;br /&gt;It just means that we're moving forward towards a new future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weak in the flesh, strong in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;When rational thoughts outweighs the emotional,&lt;br /&gt;We'll do things that is deemed weird in the view of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt arises, but strength filters it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time when we're being multiplied, &lt;br /&gt;its during the time of brokeness.&lt;br /&gt;Broken pieces that enables our naked eyes to see the things of the world.&lt;br /&gt;It breaks pride, it breaks barriers, it breaks ambiguity.&lt;br /&gt;It breaks aloofness, coolness, hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, i don't really know what im typing. &lt;br /&gt;Typing nonsense maybe. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe that decision, is gonna be lifetime regret.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, viewing things from another dimension,&lt;br /&gt;it's as if there is light coming from the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need your grace, to find joy in life.&lt;br /&gt;Need your forgiveness, your undying passion.&lt;br /&gt;To fan the flame for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-1457475551476647846?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/1457475551476647846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/11/relentless-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1457475551476647846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1457475551476647846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/11/relentless-grace.html' title='Relentless grace.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-1971795481615042413</id><published>2010-11-24T00:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T01:38:07.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping out.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, lets go the daily affairs style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long trip down to NTU earlier in the afternoon. Took almost 2hours from Tampines down all the way to Boon Lay. Its ridiculously far because im practically travelling from one side of the country to the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, its no surprise that there's so many hostel being stationed in the school compound itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a christian fellowship organized by one of the campus's movement, Melissa was the guess speaker. She never fails to keep the audiences in captive. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Talked about stepping out, being genuine and a witness for christ to the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mentioned this phrase which goes smth like, "christianity isn't for people who aren't hypocrites, but for those who realizes they are." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it strucked me real hard. Yes, people do label some christians, followers of christ, as one of the best stage actors. Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, and I know im dead guilty about it. (With the perception of school and such.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The society has conditioned their mindset that followers of christ have to live a life of perfectionist. But really, no man is perfect. &amp; when christians don't live up to the ideal lifestyle that people expect, they are being labeled as hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life recently has been madly interesting. (not the political affairs in school of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some police case between a newspaper uncle and a lady who tried to steal some money.&lt;br /&gt;Realization in certain views and perceptions.  &lt;br /&gt;Town for various soulsearching inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;Entreprenuer game simulation competition, made it to finals but ended up 4th. &lt;br /&gt;Approaching weird people in the streeets, with efforts to strike up conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, somewhere. I need to find the courage to have a conversation with those "homeless" old folks loitering around the void decks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those elderly people who prefers sleeping outside to their own homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;yes, I agree that there's a fine line between a house and a home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-1971795481615042413?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/1971795481615042413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/11/stepping-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1971795481615042413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1971795481615042413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/11/stepping-out.html' title='Stepping out.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-6317802424628364411</id><published>2010-11-10T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T02:08:29.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions.</title><content type='html'>Really, this world is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This damn equation, kept appearing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;(10000000000 x a positive number, z) = 100000000000z.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;(10000000000 x a negative number, y) = &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;10000000000y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the numbers of good deeds you've done, the faults will always outweigh them.&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, always being remembered as the culprit of that particular thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the power of sin. The ability to crush a person's recognition of whatever he/she has achieved in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Woods for example? Lollllll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So maybe in a coporate industry context, induce that person you hate to fall in sin? Next step is to further expose that person of what he has done. + Add some fuel to fire." &lt;br /&gt;To me, this is considered as one of the most unscrupulous action lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecclesiastes 7:1-2&lt;/strong&gt; , "&lt;em&gt;A good name is beter than fine perfume, and the day of death better than the day of birth. It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of every man; &lt;br /&gt;the living should take this to heart&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the living should take this to heart,&lt;br /&gt;really the living should take this to heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-6317802424628364411?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/6317802424628364411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/11/transitions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6317802424628364411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6317802424628364411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/11/transitions.html' title='Transitions.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-3718253855177385439</id><published>2010-11-08T00:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:37:04.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Effacement.</title><content type='html'>After all the tears(maybe?), inks, papers, torments, expectations and liberations. It will all pay off at the end of the day, I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;Given your calibre, eventually the fruits being reaped will be in abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret, &lt;br /&gt;You'll do well for the papers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-3718253855177385439?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/3718253855177385439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/11/self-efficacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3718253855177385439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3718253855177385439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/11/self-efficacy.html' title='Self-Effacement.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-4073892762690180787</id><published>2010-10-28T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T05:27:34.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's definition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I once believed that love was romance, just a chance&lt;br /&gt;I even thought that love was for the lucky and the beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I once believed that love was a momentary bliss&lt;br /&gt;But love is more than this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the cross, you died for us. A blameless death.&lt;br /&gt;So amazed by the sacrificed You've did. For a wretch like me.&lt;br /&gt;I stay amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my determined heart towards certain situation, You never fail to look upon my life. Upon my weaknesses. Upon the way I treated school life. Upon the way I treated my family. Upon the way I viewed on certain stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me spiritual mirrors to check on my flaws in life. &lt;br /&gt;Constantly reminding me to change of my old ways. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the new wineskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the hardened heart, adamant, non-chalent lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;Still,You poured Your grace upon me.&lt;br /&gt;I praise You once again for that tangible touch of love by You.&lt;br /&gt;That touch on 10th Aug 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is love's definition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-4073892762690180787?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/4073892762690180787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/10/loves-defination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4073892762690180787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4073892762690180787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/10/loves-defination.html' title='Love&apos;s definition.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-7990283319625030908</id><published>2010-10-24T08:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:30:28.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Through the plasticity, getting to know one another will be a surprise. &lt;br /&gt;No community will boycott an individual for no reason. Somewhere somehow things always happen for a reason. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongkong trip was more or less like an eye opener for me. No doubt Singapore's environment is such a stressful place to be, the life here has so much luxurious privilege for us to enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though HK has it's big pool of attraction, still SG&gt;HK to me hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the taxes.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the educational stress.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the inequality of salaries.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the culture conservativeness.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the hierarchy of status relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, one of the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-7990283319625030908?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/7990283319625030908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/10/through-plasticity-getting-to-know-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7990283319625030908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7990283319625030908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/10/through-plasticity-getting-to-know-one.html' title=''/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-1005645967921711172</id><published>2010-10-16T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T00:41:19.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Ignorance.</title><content type='html'>if this character prolongs, graduating from poly without any friends wouldn't be a surprise at all. not even the slightest surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its a route everyone gotta make, its a chance everyone gotta take.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-1005645967921711172?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/1005645967921711172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-ignorance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1005645967921711172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1005645967921711172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-ignorance.html' title='Hey Ignorance.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-4446353562170493522</id><published>2010-10-10T02:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T02:43:42.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 year, 1 month, 1 day ago.&lt;br /&gt;If you could remember that question you've popped. At that point it was all a yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. After much thoughts, after much losses, after much crosses. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; thank God I survived those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer the character I knew, &lt;br /&gt;No longer things are in tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the answer for this day,&lt;br /&gt;No, not, nopes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-4446353562170493522?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/4446353562170493522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/10/1-year-1-month-1-day-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4446353562170493522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4446353562170493522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/10/1-year-1-month-1-day-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-5377089930989675501</id><published>2010-10-05T01:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T02:22:59.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Succeeding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna be the one, the battles always choose.&lt;br /&gt;Cause inside I realise, that I'm the one confused.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that, it's an interesting tatic to put yourself in a very very pessemistic position to stir up motivation in life. Take studies for an example. &lt;br /&gt;Like condemning or rather, picturing yourself in the worst scenerio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if Im earning 3k sgd a month with just a damn diploma? What if I can't get into local uni with a mediocre A level results?" Yeah, phrases and thoughts like that. You can really mix and match the adjectives and so on hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that it's alright because at least it brings down our ego. But overdoing of it will reflect as an act of self pity. I've seen quite a number of facebook status updates mourning on how patethic their lives, grades are.. etcetc. Hahaha, hate to admit that I'm guilty in indulging such deep thoughts &amp; reflections but I'll never post exact details on the happennings and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a tonn with BFL over at Ernie's house last night. Because all of us are in poly, we had a lot of common topic to touch on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us were talking about life and successes @ the 3rd floor's bedroom. Well, the defination of "Success" varied widely among us. Mine was being at the best of each individual's ability to achieve the maximum potential's result. While some of them viewed "success" as being joyful, happy-go-lucky kinda life. It caught me thinking at that point of contact. It served as an reinforcement to this phrase, "The lower the expectations we have, the higher the satisfactionary level we will have in our lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow it pains my heart to see some them so unmotivated. I mean, having a goal in life is the most fundamental step they could do to pursue the slightest happiness they could ever find, ain't I'm right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a heart to heart session over @ starbucks with one of them like 7 months ago. Knowing what I wanna do is the sole reason why I've made that statement months back. You see, when you've found a purpose or vision, you'll tend to be motivated to achieve that state/position. Yearning to move on to that phase of life rather than hogging on what we currently have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah bro, hope you understand where I'm coming from :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-5377089930989675501?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/5377089930989675501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-wanna-be-one-battles-always_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/5377089930989675501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/5377089930989675501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-wanna-be-one-battles-always_05.html' title='Succeeding.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-8140750625274565617</id><published>2010-10-02T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T03:35:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ABIGYHSNxMg/TKY2KK6f0OI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs4vCxCsYtI/s1600/2010-10-01T19-18-37.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ABIGYHSNxMg/TKY2KK6f0OI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs4vCxCsYtI/s320/2010-10-01T19-18-37.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523161541372793058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing you a happy wonderful happy brthday :)&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, lets make it short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those times, basically, everything hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-8140750625274565617?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/8140750625274565617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/10/wishing-you-happy-wonderful-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8140750625274565617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8140750625274565617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/10/wishing-you-happy-wonderful-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ABIGYHSNxMg/TKY2KK6f0OI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vs4vCxCsYtI/s72-c/2010-10-01T19-18-37.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-12758315985368730</id><published>2010-09-20T18:44:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:44:35.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parallel lines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Now it all seems so clear, there's nothing left to fear.&lt;br /&gt;So we made our way by finding out what was real.&lt;br /&gt;Now the days are so long, that summer's moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; We reach for something that's already gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so glad that one of my church friend has offcially gotten himself attached to a wonderful lady. Well, he isn't that young anymore. Its not like he's in 20s or something, but soon to 40.(LOLS JUST KIDDING. FINGERS CROSSED THAT YOU WON'T READ THIS POST) &lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, faster sign up for the ROM date alrights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He once shared with me about his standards of girls, given his calibre. We all want the best of both worlds when we're picking our steady? Like, peronality wise and outward appearance must be on par and such. But you know somehow somewhat, things may never turn out the things you've wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it sucks to be guys, because its like the NORM that they should always be the one taking the initative to such stuffs. What if the guy is too cool to do such stuff? HHAHAHA, or maybe he is too shy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its just like 2 &lt;strong&gt;parallel lines&lt;/strong&gt;. Regardless of how short or long the distance between these lines are, the intersection point will never occur if no initiation is done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-12758315985368730?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/12758315985368730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/09/now-it-all-seems-so-clear-theres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/12758315985368730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/12758315985368730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/09/now-it-all-seems-so-clear-theres.html' title='Parallel lines.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-3426823157609920477</id><published>2010-09-15T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T02:59:44.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only you can saturate me, envolope me, hold me like you do.&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything I know falls down to you,&lt;br /&gt;If it takes a life time to know you,&lt;br /&gt;A life time Im willing to spend, because only you can disarm me and search me and know who I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-3426823157609920477?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/3426823157609920477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/09/only-you-can-saturate-me-envolope-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3426823157609920477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3426823157609920477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/09/only-you-can-saturate-me-envolope-me.html' title=''/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-6530905226297231832</id><published>2010-09-12T01:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T03:00:36.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonchalant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;She's giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction.&lt;br /&gt;She never stays the same for long,&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that she'll get it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect only in her imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not a drama queen,&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want to feel this way, &lt;br /&gt;only seventeen but tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would change everything for happy ever after.&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,&lt;br /&gt;But she just needs someone to take her home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song very much! &lt;br /&gt;Somehow it gives me a clear picture about girls who like companionship, affliation &amp; etc in an interesting way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its difficult to find girls who are intellectually really smart, yet you know somehow, they're downright bimbotic if you've seen their genuine personality. That kind of species are kinda rareeeee. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, they're always putting up a strong front in front of people whom they don't really know, or maybe the kind of people that they really look up to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe:&lt;br /&gt;-have big dreams for the future.&lt;br /&gt;-hoping that someone would really appreciate her qualities&lt;br /&gt;-always being pessimistic when ALONE&lt;br /&gt;-cheerful &amp; vibrant when she's with her girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;-loves to have heart-to-heart talks with her trusted ones only?&lt;br /&gt;-talks nothing but current affairs with her other peers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And usually guys will find her kinda weird because of her dominant personality. She looks quiet &amp; cool because she tend to render in deep thoughts instead of being led by emotions easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe one advice for them. Just feel comfortable in any situation as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure somehow, there would be someone that &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; appreciate that kinda personality. There's no need to really impress anyone, everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we remain who we think we are, I believe that we will earn the deserved respect from our social circle.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No doubt, there will be haters, but being genuine it's all that matters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-6530905226297231832?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/6530905226297231832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/09/nonchalant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6530905226297231832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6530905226297231832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/09/nonchalant.html' title='Nonchalant.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-4650609129798950934</id><published>2010-08-30T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:07:04.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reliance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And when I close my eyes tonight&lt;br /&gt;To symphonies of blinding light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like memories in cold decay&lt;br /&gt;Transmissions echoing away&lt;br /&gt;Far from the world of you and I&lt;br /&gt;Where oceans bleed into the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us everyone&lt;br /&gt;We're a broken people living under loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;And it can't be outfought&lt;br /&gt;Can't be outdone&lt;br /&gt;It can't out matched&lt;br /&gt;It can't be outrun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes, we can't rely on our human strength alone. Because of our sin nature.&lt;br /&gt;No amount of great works can earn our salvation. But only by believing in His name, commission and commandment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-4650609129798950934?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/4650609129798950934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/reliance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4650609129798950934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4650609129798950934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/reliance.html' title='Reliance.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-7802412476174381810</id><published>2010-08-29T01:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T01:45:38.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've all grown up.</title><content type='html'>Had a great night on friday itself. &lt;br /&gt;Mum, sis, grandma and I were at Capella Hotel, somewhere @ Sentosa itself.&lt;br /&gt;Things there really made the atmosphere so romantic at night. Dim lights, candles and stuff. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was studying at the balcony, there was another group of party goers over the other side. At first they sounded like teenagers, but from the kind of contents that they were chatting about, probably they are in the late 20s or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bond between them was steadfast and united. One of them was going to get married, and that girl was so scared, anxious in a sense that she'd be part of the guy's family in time to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of the 5 or 4 girls broke out in tears, together with the one who was getting married. They sang along with the songs that the playlist was taking them, drinking wine + cheers-ing with all the best wishes to that particular lucky lady I suppose? Hmmm, its pure admiration. How I wished BFL could always be like this at all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to those days in secondary school, even primary schools, girls weren't any distraction to us. Nothing to fear because we were all still young and immature. Remember the times we played marble during recess during primary school recess time, rushing as far as our legs could carry towards the table tennis courts for reservation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh wells, as time goes on, everyone have their specific interest and would gradually fade away, little by little. &lt;br /&gt;Thank God we did quite a number of exciting stuffs together, maybe one of the best outings we had was the Brisbane trip where 10 of us were there ALONE IN THE APARTMENT. We cooked our own stuffs, buy our own groceries and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, time has really changed. Really lost the touch with some bros that I've knew. We're all scattered into different polys, different perceptions in life, different kind of pursuit and lifestyles already. HAHAHA ITS SO COOL THAT NONE OF US WENT TO A COLLEGE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let these memories keep close to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;We've grown up, we're no longer kids.&lt;br /&gt;Its a part and parcel of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-7802412476174381810?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/7802412476174381810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/weve-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7802412476174381810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7802412476174381810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/weve-grown-up.html' title='We&apos;ve all grown up.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-991901282471284522</id><published>2010-08-22T23:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:21:42.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Promontory :)</title><content type='html'>Tonight was one of the very few nights that I appreciated throughout this year.&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I were at Marina Boulevard, just chilling out.&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks were being showcased and I felt it was BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;We could see couples embracing one another, along the rims of the barrier. (awwwwwwwwwww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was simply just one of the most cheesy night that I've ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;The night's atmosphere was really reposed and tranquilized. Plus the thorough streets of Marina Boulevard was revamped. Haha I could just go on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, caught Alarice's performance at 9pm. In terms of her makeup, I felt that her lips were a little too red, and it was quite distracting in a sense haha. Nevertheless, she managed to pull an amazing performance for the audience @ the Promontory.&lt;br /&gt;At first Josh couldn't understand why I was so enthu about Alarice and her songs. Partly because he didn't knew who she was. But yeah, in the end he himself became a fan of her. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she sang like 9 songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Train&lt;br /&gt;Colour&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop believing (By Glee, I supposed)&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;br /&gt;First Dance&lt;br /&gt;Man in the Mirror (Micheal Jackson)&lt;br /&gt;Part the Seas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all, I enjoyed "First Dance" the most. I felt that she did connect her body, mind and soul with it. Somehow within that song itself, she managed cover an entire love story. Ok maybe Im just exaggerating about it hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Trained home after the performance was over :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-991901282471284522?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/991901282471284522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/promontory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/991901282471284522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/991901282471284522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/promontory.html' title='The Promontory :)'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-4056854402692520820</id><published>2010-08-22T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:07:47.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8deb7fedc5373cc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08deb7fedc5373cc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331424926%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C4681BC3D48A2F29690DDAC24E35F78ECE34AF9.DAD4D1F74B9E2EEC75063FD6BFE39FDD21A15ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8deb7fedc5373cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9IBaklmaz4mHqJBpKcGZq_AJ8bc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08deb7fedc5373cc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331424926%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C4681BC3D48A2F29690DDAC24E35F78ECE34AF9.DAD4D1F74B9E2EEC75063FD6BFE39FDD21A15ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8deb7fedc5373cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9IBaklmaz4mHqJBpKcGZq_AJ8bc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol, couldn't really take a close shot of her. Because I was quite far away. Hmm, the buffering could take a moment.. So yeah :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-4056854402692520820?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/4056854402692520820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4056854402692520820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4056854402692520820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-dance.html' title='First Dance'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-2430479359683437056</id><published>2010-08-19T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:01:35.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash it away.</title><content type='html'>Feel the wave crash beneath my feet and the sand between my toes.&lt;br /&gt;Lets feel the wind on the palm of our hands, let it move through my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;We'll try for miles from coast to cost and leave all our worries behind.&lt;br /&gt;Away from it all, away from the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just you and I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-2430479359683437056?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/2430479359683437056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/wash-it-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2430479359683437056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2430479359683437056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/wash-it-away.html' title='Wash it away.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-4754237322657574347</id><published>2010-08-14T03:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:59:04.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing where we belong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;She flew out the door, to follow her call.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a place faraway, where it might lead her astray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never to forget where she belong, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clinging onto the chorus of that song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have the tendency to blog at such wee, retarded hours?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, maybe somehow it serves as a form of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, went to some pub at Marriot hotel to find my dad.&lt;br /&gt;He was with his colleagues. Well, I'm cool with the noisy atmosphere over there. Felt more like a club rather than a pub setting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly it should be a joyous occasion because IN JUST A DAY his mate earned&lt;strong&gt; ten thousand bucks&lt;/strong&gt; . Yes, &lt;strong&gt;$10,000 SGD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Uncle Chris' customer ain't happy with his financial service skills because the price of the stock rosed by 10cents after the stocks were sold off.&lt;br /&gt;An opportunity cost of &lt;strong&gt;$300,000 SGD&lt;/strong&gt; for the client was lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the life of every passionate sales person, stock broker, financial advisor. The main objective is to satisfy the client with the service provided. And somehow Uncle Chris was damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;The spirit of inability to produce a thorough and wonderful result was taking root in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the problem with human's nature. We tend to find the cheapest deal available, and strive to maximise the profits within the budget given. We're never contented with what we have. Maybe this is the reason why the client isn't very pleased with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just voice down to the bottom line, knowing where we belong.&lt;br /&gt;As long as we've done our best of ability in that work, we should feel contented with the results we received no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, well its easier to be said than done though.&lt;br /&gt;But it's possible isn't it? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-4754237322657574347?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/4754237322657574347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowing-where-we-belong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4754237322657574347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4754237322657574347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowing-where-we-belong.html' title='Knowing where we belong.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-3256063096050670379</id><published>2010-08-11T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:35:17.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Maybe redemption has stories to tell,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where can you run to escape from yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where you gonna go? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salvation is here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-3256063096050670379?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/3256063096050670379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/maybe-redemption-has-stories-to-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3256063096050670379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3256063096050670379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/maybe-redemption-has-stories-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-6656106780062249047</id><published>2010-08-08T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T00:33:17.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever is nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Its lust that brought us together,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But love that keeps us forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I don't really agree with the phrase, "Love at first sight."&lt;br /&gt;I think its all bullshit lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;And I missed the times of quarrelling.&lt;br /&gt;Especially on the topic of my posture.&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me not to hunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-6656106780062249047?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/6656106780062249047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/forever-is-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6656106780062249047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6656106780062249047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/forever-is-nothing.html' title='Forever is nothing.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-3318118160312777347</id><published>2010-08-05T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T20:12:49.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;He was running right beside me, h&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;is hand holding on me tight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trusted by setting me free, e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;nsuring everything is alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pacing down the aisle,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I was looking all around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling down again,&lt;/em&gt; h&lt;em&gt;urt and blood was what I've found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to fall, we tend to bleed. We learn from our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;We'll have scars, so we'll remember about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's semester has ended.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it seems everything was pacing too fast.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt shit happens, but I really enjoyed the experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking at an adult's facebook profile just now.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and such that were taken by him was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;He liked taking shots of his little daughter. Boasting so much about her.&lt;br /&gt;I stand amazed at the tenacity of love he has for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every child is the pride of the Father&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe every parents would love their children to strive for the best.&lt;br /&gt;And thats why it hurts them SO, SO, SO MUCH when they see their children "fall".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-3318118160312777347?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/3318118160312777347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3318118160312777347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3318118160312777347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/parents.html' title='Parents.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-4986806104536581922</id><published>2010-08-04T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:41:16.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BWG.</title><content type='html'>That pinnacle moment, when I've opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;It felt worse than having a break up for that instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was actually seated.&lt;br /&gt;Gave me the stares, went down to the lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;"Please leave the room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, didn't stop reproaching myself about how dumb was I.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ignorance was the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came down to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how strong willed, how tough our personality are,&lt;br /&gt;having a helping hand from our friends is indespensable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-4986806104536581922?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/4986806104536581922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/bwg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4986806104536581922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4986806104536581922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/bwg.html' title='BWG.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-7019659000512189018</id><published>2010-08-01T04:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T05:17:27.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You seemed to find the dark, when everything is bright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look for all thats wrong instead of all that's right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does it feel good to you, to rain on my parade?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never say a word, unless it is to complain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think penning down thoughts at 4.45am is retarded. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept through from 10pm till about 3am in the morning today.&lt;br /&gt;Well, felt kinda refreshed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we tend to get emotional over stuffs that doesn't really matter to us.&lt;br /&gt;It could be the high expectations that we've always wanted, or an objective that we wanna achieve.&lt;br /&gt;And when things don't go in our way, the blow is quite fatal to us. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, One80 gathering yesterday was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't gather at the 9th floor as usual but instead at the 6th.&lt;br /&gt;The enclosed area there were quite "botak" in a sense due to the lack of furnitures.&lt;br /&gt;It causes the echo while speaking, and even clapping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line was about &lt;strong&gt;John 10:10&lt;/strong&gt;, the devil has come to kill, steal and destroy our lives by messing it up with the distractions and entertainment of this world.&lt;br /&gt;But it also stated that Jesus has also came down to provide a life of abundance for those who follow His standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The harvest is plentiful, but the labourers are few.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-7019659000512189018?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/7019659000512189018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-seemed-to-find-dark-when-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7019659000512189018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7019659000512189018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-seemed-to-find-dark-when-everything.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-6732646181308358830</id><published>2010-07-30T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:01:59.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We may give, we may take. But its love we'll never forsake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-6732646181308358830?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/6732646181308358830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-may-give-we-may-take-but-its-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6732646181308358830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6732646181308358830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-may-give-we-may-take-but-its-love.html' title=''/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-1627041673720559161</id><published>2010-07-28T01:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T02:02:17.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cry, girl.</title><content type='html'>Hey Bestie,&lt;br /&gt;Stop feeling emo and all. It really pains me to see you in such dire state.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah from your point of view, I do feel that decisions need to be considered with an adequate amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt that things had happened and you're stuck in the triangle, but I believe that you'll pull it through at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im willing to trade my friendship for your foolishness in expense of you brooding over shits for nothing. Because I believe that this is one of the efficient method to catalyse on making your decision firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually deep down, whatever decision you make, you know I'll be there to give you my support right? Hahaha. I hope you'll have the foresight to make the best decision among the given alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trade off your tears and emotions for something better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, like I've said. I may be bad in expressing these cheesy words but yeah, hope it goes well.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't hog onto good things. Because the &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; will come in your way for sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when all else fades, I'll still be that light.&lt;br /&gt;Just for you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-1627041673720559161?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/1627041673720559161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-cry-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1627041673720559161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1627041673720559161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-cry-girl.html' title='Don&apos;t cry, girl.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-6673483516405403265</id><published>2010-07-25T08:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:12:56.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guide me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I want to know you,  I want to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you,  More than before&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch you,  I want to see your face&lt;br /&gt;I want you Jesus, More than before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me deeper than I've been before,&lt;br /&gt;Take me further God I long for more&lt;br /&gt;Take me Higher that I've been before,  Jesus I want more,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I need more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying out for your name Lord. For You're so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Take me to a place where I'd dwell deep in Your presence.&lt;br /&gt;Would you prune my soul, into the image of Your son, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Would you use me, to be the salt and light of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Please give me the grace of wisdom, that would shine away all the little serpents in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be Your hand and Your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-6673483516405403265?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/6673483516405403265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/07/guide-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6673483516405403265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6673483516405403265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/07/guide-me.html' title='Guide me.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-4816628727178630492</id><published>2010-07-17T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T00:59:42.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I saw your face, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a crowded place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't know what to do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-4816628727178630492?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/4816628727178630492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-saw-your-face-in-crowded-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4816628727178630492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4816628727178630492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-saw-your-face-in-crowded-place.html' title=''/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-7081353632716788529</id><published>2010-07-15T00:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T01:39:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In my place, in my place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were lines that I couldn't change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was lost, oh yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was lost, I was lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was lost, oh yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was scared, I was scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tired and under prepared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'll wait for it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you go, if you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And leave me down here on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I'll wait for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes such a song numbs us to a point where we'll feel indifferent about anything else. Its like having a knife running through the heart, bleeding, yet painless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Understanding the genre of such songs could be a form of stress relieve? Not that sure how it really goes but yeah, somehow it works on me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you ever happen to see a friend gazing down motionessly, sometimes its just that they're deep in their thoughts. Not really feeling "emo", sad or whatever. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-7081353632716788529?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/7081353632716788529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-my-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7081353632716788529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7081353632716788529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-my-place.html' title='In my place.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-2703631066510263803</id><published>2010-07-02T00:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T01:08:16.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;16 hour workday just to provide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything for his little tyke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No time to sing a lullaby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or give him a piggyback ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV babysitter, toys are a bribe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as he speeds out the doorway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the car leaves the driveway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boy runs after his father&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but his steps are too small&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He stretches out his hands to reach him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as he tumbles and falls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slow down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can’t keep up with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re getting a little too quick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for me to follow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slow down,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you’re getting away from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I don’t know how to slow you down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us are just like the father in this story.&lt;br /&gt;Striving too hard for the comforts of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often our eyes are so fixed onto the goals such as the riches and fames. And we've neglected the essential stuffs that needed to be fulfilled first. Just like the child getting neglected by the parent.&lt;br /&gt;Even if these goals are achieved, we'll never find the joy at the end of the day, let alone during the proccess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? It is because fruits that are beared through this methodology of sowing will never, and can never compare to passionate sowing where the fruits are reaped with abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, its just like the bribes that the child receives in this story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-2703631066510263803?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/2703631066510263803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/07/slow-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2703631066510263803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2703631066510263803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/07/slow-down.html' title='Slow down.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-7099005028673055817</id><published>2010-06-30T00:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:35:10.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indulging.</title><content type='html'>Many days I've spent,&lt;br /&gt;Many nights I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;Finding what's my purpose,&lt;br /&gt;It was so tough that I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet You knew what were my faults,&lt;br /&gt;Yet You chose to be on the side of me.&lt;br /&gt;Through the salvation that was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long long journey,&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;For I need to be close,&lt;br /&gt;To You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-7099005028673055817?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/7099005028673055817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/indulging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7099005028673055817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7099005028673055817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/indulging.html' title='Indulging.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-1041404779092393932</id><published>2010-06-23T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:42:13.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adopted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;She's a pastor's daughter, she's only sixteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But her heart and her belly are breaking at the seams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her boyfriend blames her, he wants to pay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the doctor to wash it away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As she lays in the hospital, a Christmas choir is singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About a child in a manger fragile and small &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Unto us is born a Savior", she looks at her baby and cries &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As she sings him a lullaby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard of this story and it goes about an adopted child.&lt;br /&gt;The child was strong in heart and said with pride, "Although I was an accident, but it was my foster parents who chose me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was touched by his point of view. Looking at different perspective in life is tough, but it brings life into another dimension. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-1041404779092393932?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/1041404779092393932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/adopted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1041404779092393932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1041404779092393932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/adopted.html' title='Adopted.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-5380337519242754079</id><published>2010-06-20T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:05:57.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Nothing in my hands I'll bring,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simply to the cross I'll cling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all that you have done for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This love song I will sing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-5380337519242754079?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/5380337519242754079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/praises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/5380337519242754079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/5380337519242754079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/praises.html' title='Praises.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-7335596807032034033</id><published>2010-06-19T00:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:41:37.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gemeinschaft.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people make the effort to tap on the social network is due to extrinsic motivations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples of the above could be money and fame?&lt;br /&gt;Project group mates in polytechnic is one very good example as well. But obviously, for the past 1 year in school, I do value my project group mates a lot. And obviously I hope that they share the same sentiments as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close friend of mine was sharing with me that her classmates communicated with her with reference only to school work related. I felt that was kinda sad because it was such a "plastic" relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm really glad that at least I was considerably a friend of her. A genuine friendship is what I do cherish a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, mixing and blending in an environment that offers a healthy social circle is important. Like they all say, "birds of the same feather flocks together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I kept wondering what is it like to be in a college's enviroment. A bro of mine that's in a college was saying, "its a very very stressful lifestyle." But could this stressful lifestyle benefit us, students even better? Or would an independent and flexible school life like polytechnic has an overall advantage?&lt;br /&gt;Guessed that at the end of the day, its the striving attitude we've cultivated from either of the institution that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL I can't believe it. I texted someone with regards of birthday wishes and realised I did it one month in advance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-7335596807032034033?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/7335596807032034033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/gemeinschaft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7335596807032034033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7335596807032034033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/gemeinschaft.html' title='gemeinschaft.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-6448905722203344002</id><published>2010-06-16T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:48:23.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 84:4&lt;/strong&gt;, "Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they are ever praising you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when Christians ain't hungry for God's presence, they don't manifest His presence to the surroundings. Things of the world such as entertainment, monetaries etcetc have filled these members of the body of Christ so much that they are filled up with these "junk foods".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times we're so filled with these junk foods that spiritual foods from the word in the bible can't be "digested" into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; the only way to be back on track is to have these trashes in our lives out of our body. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-6448905722203344002?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/6448905722203344002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6448905722203344002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6448905722203344002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/blessed.html' title='Blessed.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-8324837818778709653</id><published>2010-06-12T01:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T01:45:52.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Push me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then just touch me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until I can get my,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satisfaction&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. This song was kinda stucked in my head. Strong beats of music really draws your attention sometimes. Sorry to be sensitive but yeah, felt its kinda satanic.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its okay to listen to such music once awhile, as long theres' moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long day on friday, which was a few hours back.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Jeremy's birthday at cineleisure. Well bro, HAPPY 18th Birthday! :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had enough fun, although the line-ups were quite predictable :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned quite a lot of stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;I was asked if I could meet this lady for an "in-depth" interview about saving money. Previously I did that survey in school or something.&lt;br /&gt;So we met at City Hall's starbucks since I had nothing better to do at home, other than just rotting away my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was explaining the why's and the how's about people should really save their money, at that point I knew she's either a salesperson trying to do some personal selling, or rather, an insurance agent.&lt;br /&gt;I was right when I asked her if she was working for such a firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, she's working in the same office place as my mum!&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what she was trying to get the message across to students like me, we should keep a sum of money before even spending.&lt;br /&gt;Just like tithing in church, giving our first fruits of salary before even spending on other expenditures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it all voice down to individual's way of living their life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe if I wasn't studying in this diploma, I might not even know the persuasion knowledge she had, let alone knowing if she's someone trying to prospect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the way she presented the policy were quite commendable. A person who was an ex student in TP, and graduated with a bachelor in Marketing at SMU. Good experience indeed.&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/379247695150796096-8324837818778709653?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/8324837818778709653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/rhythms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8324837818778709653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8324837818778709653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/rhythms.html' title='Rhythms.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-7809874626113097034</id><published>2010-06-09T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T11:08:25.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 months and those sentiments remains the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-7809874626113097034?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/7809874626113097034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-months-and-sentiments-remains-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7809874626113097034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7809874626113097034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-months-and-sentiments-remains-same.html' title=''/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-5352987051564735465</id><published>2010-06-07T09:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:44:05.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Competitiveness.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;And I stay amazed, you are so much more than words could ever say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll pour out my praise, on the One who never ceases to amaze me&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was with Yeow and Tim at Orchard Ion after church service.&lt;br /&gt;When the both of them went their seperate ways, I've decided to take a few floors up, like the 3rd or 4th floor. Haha, more or less likeafieldstudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its hard to believe that actually selling toy gift collection could actually survive in such high-end rental location.&lt;br /&gt;"Das Erzgebirge-Haus" was its name. Went to checked it out furthermore, found out that its a store originated from Germany. It sells mainly exclusive small wooden toys, candle holders etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some small wooden angel toys would cost like $50 each. And the cheapest full set is like $500, comes with the decorating board and all.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, something really caught my eye. One of the display was showcasing a scenerio where people in the church were singing christmas carols. It was beautifully decorated, cost at least $1000 for the full set? Hahaha. Wanted to take a picture of the set. But it strictly says no photography and all. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, some people just have the need to posses such collectibles. Could be a form of favourite past times. Although it seems that buying such small stuffs might be lame or whatever, but this could be some of the consumer's style of spending money in their life hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall I guess its business is doing really well, because so far I've not seen any shop that has the same retail mix that offers such cute and cheeesy gifts. Its at 4th floor of Ion if im not wrong, beside the coldstorage. Do take a look if you ever have the time.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-5352987051564735465?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/5352987051564735465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/retail-therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/5352987051564735465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/5352987051564735465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/retail-therapy.html' title='Competitiveness.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-2278336917024045031</id><published>2010-06-04T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:24:22.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mum.</title><content type='html'>Just got back home.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Mum's birthday today with an uncle and auntie of mine at some coffee shop at Toa Payoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the dishes were quite well spread I supposed. Although it was only the 4 of us, but yeah I enjoyed their company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little note to mum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Mum, although I've not been a filial son towards you. Maybe I don't really care about the naggings that you've always did to me. But still, I just wanna thank you for the times you've shown me your love in everyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the times when you've cooked for me, although I didn't really appreciate it at that situation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for making coffee for me during exam periods. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the time when you've sent me to school when I was late and yet I complained that you've took sucha long time to get ready.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for pulling the plug of the modem when I was super addicted to computer games during my secondary school life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for being.. hahaha so many stuffs! I can't type and spell it all out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for being a strong Mum. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know being as a single parent, taking care the both of us is a huge responsibility you've gotta take. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im sorry for retorting back damn rudely when you've scolded me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for the times sis and I made you cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for the times Im gonna make you angry in the future too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yeah, I thank God for having such a super Mum, like you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll promise I will do great in life, in return, support you with the best ability that i can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, I bet you'll not see this little note I've written here. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, wishing you all the best in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is going to do big things in your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-2278336917024045031?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/2278336917024045031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2278336917024045031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2278336917024045031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-mum.html' title='Happy Birthday Mum.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-5049916723960405036</id><published>2010-06-01T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:48:18.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, hellokitty.</title><content type='html'>Life's damn down for me after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when things don't turn out the way you've wanted it to be, you'll tend to get demoralised even though hardwork is put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of times we're bounded by the "Y- Road".&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, we can't have the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;But what matter most is that the decision we make would be the best of route for us.&lt;br /&gt;What's life without obstacles isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lost for words whenever I take a look at it. Let alone a third person's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about it, wouldn't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-5049916723960405036?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/5049916723960405036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-hellokitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/5049916723960405036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/5049916723960405036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-hellokitty.html' title='Hello, hellokitty.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-1342610395877280309</id><published>2010-05-26T10:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:30:19.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Its funny how one thing happens and changes your whole point of view. Everything that seems to matter, has cast aside for a better truth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-1342610395877280309?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/1342610395877280309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-funny-how-one-thing-happens-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1342610395877280309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1342610395877280309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-funny-how-one-thing-happens-that.html' title=''/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-984313626000542836</id><published>2010-05-25T23:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:21:43.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs of songs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;More than a nice melody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than the sweetest of words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the love I have found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in this love I am found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want You, Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want You, My Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want You, Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes true act of worship and praise means going all out for Him regardless of the situation. Even during the lowest point of life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason once shared during one of the saturday, saying that we had to count the cost before following Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that very day when He counted the cost as He came down to Earth. A blameless person who is both Man and God that died on the cross just for sinners like You and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost that is worth all worth it at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-984313626000542836?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/984313626000542836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/songs-of-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/984313626000542836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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didn't say he loved you as much as he felt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he don't have the guts to take the initiative.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he put other things above you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he thinks too much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he isn't worthy enough for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he doesn't give in much to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he left a hole in you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he has a lot of pride.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he didn't appreciate you as much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he didn't cherish you as of now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he is a selfish person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he's cooking sucked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he didn't gave you enough security.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he's full of shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he hurt you time and time again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he gave you an incomplete gift.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a jerk because he's full of empty promises.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-4623816650197391173?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/4623816650197391173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/19-reasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Choices were made.&lt;br /&gt;Walk it straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-8868504385707031296?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/8868504385707031296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/drafts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8868504385707031296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8868504385707031296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/drafts.html' title='Drafts.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-8816188106689646762</id><published>2010-05-13T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T01:09:49.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Maybe baby, we're better of this way. You're doing so so fine, and its selfish of me to steal away your happiness&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-8816188106689646762?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/8816188106689646762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8816188106689646762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8816188106689646762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/quotes.html' title='Quotes.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-5946393206375299287</id><published>2010-05-12T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:59:14.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being led.</title><content type='html'>Pastor Dan always mention that youths are led by emotions easily.&lt;br /&gt;But does that mean that adults don't as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is human as well.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe those who stands out from the rest will be those who have strong character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard something in school that I found its damn foolish.&lt;br /&gt;That guy got a girlfriend just because his ex found another half within weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Plus He's like an adult or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when we're led by emotions easily.&lt;br /&gt;Because we'll tend to lose focus on what we're aiming for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-5946393206375299287?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/5946393206375299287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/being-led_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/5946393206375299287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/5946393206375299287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/being-led_12.html' title='Being led.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-2791020910610117245</id><published>2010-05-07T23:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:58:22.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talks.</title><content type='html'>I've got a clearer picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine talked about her failed relationship with her guy.&lt;br /&gt;And that situation could be applied easily to every girl's shoes who is facing the same shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About letting things go, so, so easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-2791020910610117245?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/2791020910610117245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2791020910610117245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2791020910610117245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='Talks.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-7373497688204987880</id><published>2010-05-06T01:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T01:20:25.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words.</title><content type='html'>Things can be seen from different perceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes girls loves to think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes guys would even take a further step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can't describe the objects or things that we want to express thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the feelings we wanna express may create a loophole for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why the word "Misunderstand" exists in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-7373497688204987880?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/7373497688204987880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7373497688204987880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7373497688204987880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/words.html' title='Words.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-7335385917219044495</id><published>2010-05-03T00:33:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:08:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happened.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In a little while I will go for you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a little while I will bleed for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a little while I will hang for you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a little while I will call for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You, I only want to spend my time with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cracked my skin so I could be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made the world to stop it just for you, I want to be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little - Seven Places&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-7335385917219044495?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/7335385917219044495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-all-happened-because-of-one-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7335385917219044495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/7335385917219044495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-all-happened-because-of-one-thing.html' title='Happened.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-5567307347972973610</id><published>2010-04-25T20:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:39:32.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Influences.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"And in walks her prince charming, he just knows what to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momentary lapse of reason and she gave herself away."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times we're that girl in this quotation, and we're easily influenced by the prince charming (friends, etc) with just a few words of pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, influences changes a person's attitude and mindset in a certain aspect and areas of life.&lt;br /&gt;Be it good or bad, influences such as peer pressures, media influences and maybe intrinsic motivations would push a person's desire to do something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-5567307347972973610?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/5567307347972973610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/04/influences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would care to know my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would care to feel my hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would choose to light the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my ever wandering heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not because of who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But because of what You've done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But because of who You're &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vapor in the wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You've told me who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am Yours, I am Yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who am I - Casting Crowns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll praise you in this storm.&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember when I stumbled in the wind, You heard my cry.&lt;br /&gt;You raised me up again.&lt;br /&gt;For My strength is almost gone, how can I carry on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke 9:24&lt;/strong&gt;, "For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-8323820861001897592?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-1235401974820494818</id><published>2010-04-18T00:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T01:21:31.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;See, I dont know why I liked you so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave you all, of my trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told you, I loved you, now thats all down the drain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya put me through pain, I wanna let u know how I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck what I said it dont mean shit now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck the presents might as well throw em out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you, you hoe, I dont want you back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, if this is an explicit post. Sorry church mates, especially to leaders if any of you happen to come across this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, heard this fucking phrase which is super contradicting. It goes, "&lt;strong&gt;Nan ren bu huai, Nu ren bu ai&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone could see my point Im dishing out, you girls never fail to say guys are only but a bunch of jerks. But you see, jerks are known as "bad guys".&lt;br /&gt;So if you girls go on steady with guys who are deemed as "bad", &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE STOP COMPLAINING THAT ALL GUYS ARE ASSHOLES&lt;/strong&gt; just because you've just met some shit along the way. Its you girls that asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, these news came from friends, cousins and even newsfeed on Facebook. Saying that guys are useless piece of shits because they dump girls, yup. Decided to pen some of my thoughts down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, not all guys are "huai" in context to that chinese phrase.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you know, some guys are really decent and girls still go for them. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-1235401974820494818?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/1235401974820494818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1235401974820494818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1235401974820494818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-3319183100921791169</id><published>2010-04-15T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:55:45.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It all matters only at the end of the day.</title><content type='html'>Had a really good day today.&lt;br /&gt;My time was spent mostly with Kaye. Hahaha, caught up with her a lot. After all these while we managed to meet up like twice or something during this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid idiot said that her sister and I bought the same pair of haviainas' slippers during the trip in Austrailia. Wasted my money laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the topic we touched on were mostly on poly life and emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentence of the day was something like, "I love God thats why I'm determined to love you."&lt;br /&gt;Kinda cool isn't it? Maybe in laymans term, it means that between a guy and a girl, both of them are putting God in the center of their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Putting everything between them into the hands of God. So this is could be a healthy relationship because proper boundaries are set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried out the new frappacino. "Expresso chips" something something.&lt;br /&gt;Cost like 8 bucks for a size of a venti. But it was kinda nice for a moment because Kaye's theory was, "chewing and munching of the chips is love!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like 2 hours or so, decided to buy another drink. A hot one. Well, she disliked it a lot. Cause she said it was super bitter and all. What a kid huhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 7.20 pm, we went our seperate ways haha. Because some secret guy went to pick her up. LOLS. Watch movie siollllllll~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly there's a cell dinner tonight. But was cancelled. Well, met up with loy. Played abit of comp game at the LAN shop and went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-3319183100921791169?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/3319183100921791169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-all-matters-only-at-end-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3319183100921791169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/3319183100921791169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-all-matters-only-at-end-of-day.html' title='It all matters only at the end of the day.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-1364896867009064946</id><published>2010-04-13T01:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:35:21.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New wineskin.</title><content type='html'>Hmm. On the way home, I was informed by Jeremy about the posting of class.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm posted to class 2R04.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda sad when you're being seperated with your former class. After all the bonds you've made throughout the first whole fruitful year in a new environment.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, &lt;strong&gt;CHANGE &lt;/strong&gt;is the only constant thing on this earth. (&lt;em&gt;Other than God haha&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta accept the reality and move on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, guessed that the first or second week would be kinda fun as a new class.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe arguements, poaching, backstabbing and snatching of classmates for project groupmates would arise once project work in poly is being released. Like come on, who wouldn't want hardworking students in their project work? Who wouldn't want good grades? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I wouldn't mind groupmates who aren't as smart as those who scores really good grades. As long as they've done their part, or rather, take ownership in their work, Im really fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past experiences with some groupmates were really horrible. To me its fine that they didn't really put in any effort at all. But what's really bugging me, its their consciousness. Where have it gone to? They don't even bother messaging to say, "Hey sorry, what have I missed out? How's the project going?" or "Is there anything I could do for the project?". Just totally hope that they would receive an A for project at the end of the day. Lawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, maybe this is what life has to offer us. Its part and parcel of life afterall :)&lt;br /&gt;Heard from a classmate-to-be that a lot of "chiongsters" have been posted to 04. Well, thats good isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motivation in school is really important for good grades.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope more people would be motivated for morning bible studies as well! Although Wei Lin is in 01, but Kaye's still with me! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Besides academic, hope the bond would be as good as 1R02.&lt;br /&gt;Pray, pray, pray &amp;amp; pray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-1364896867009064946?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/1364896867009064946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-wineskin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1364896867009064946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1364896867009064946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-wineskin.html' title='New wineskin.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-1613232468943252726</id><published>2010-03-17T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:32:44.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Its easy to sum up love as a word from two. But as they are falling out, keeping their word is hard to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-1613232468943252726?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/1613232468943252726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1613232468943252726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1613232468943252726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-2334241014407587891</id><published>2010-03-15T19:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:51:22.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captivate me Lord.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say, strength is found in weakness.&lt;br /&gt;Peace in incompleteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So why do I hold on&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look, For a heart that's open&lt;br /&gt;For beauty in the broken&lt;br /&gt;So why am I withdrawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul's screaming out&lt;br /&gt;To be found in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spirit draw me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;Captivate all of me, all of me.&lt;br /&gt;Here before You honestly&lt;br /&gt;Captivate all of me, all of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This afternoon, I was at ubi-driving centre with Fish. Haha quite cool, the basic theory stuffs costs $160.50. Time to get real in driving! LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enquired what was the shortest time to get a driving license. The lady told me that the earliest was 3months. But the average range would be from 6months to 1 year. Quite excited, but well firstly, have to learn theories from the book they have given before doing the practical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord, would you set my eyes on You, and only You. Because no matter how great a person is, they never fail to fail anyone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only You preserve till the end, so teach me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-2334241014407587891?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/2334241014407587891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/03/captivate-me-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2334241014407587891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2334241014407587891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/03/captivate-me-lord.html' title='Captivate me Lord.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-8793914452035512265</id><published>2010-03-14T03:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T03:05:18.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 3am.</title><content type='html'>You thought of us before the world began to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;You knew our names before we came to be.&lt;br /&gt;You saw the very day we'd fall away from You.&lt;br /&gt;And how desperately we need to be reedeemed.&lt;br /&gt;Come search our hearts and purify our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;We need your perfect love, your perfect discipline.&lt;br /&gt;We're lost unless You guide us with Your light..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-8793914452035512265?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/8793914452035512265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-3am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8793914452035512265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8793914452035512265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-3am.html' title='Sunday, 3am.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-8693469027379184832</id><published>2010-03-13T04:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T04:40:19.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know.</title><content type='html'>Its 4am. Can't freaking sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Caught some shots on Channel U yesterday. Some love drama?&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Learned something new or rather, refreshed it on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True Love" wouldn't need a person with possession to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;Same theory applies. True joy is found through happiness in the downtimes.&lt;br /&gt;True peace comes beneath wars between countries. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, now its holidays. Super restless these few days. Whole day at home staring at the comp for hours. 12+ hours at least a day. Dota dota~ Girls' most hated competitor. Cause it steals away time from them i think. But yosh, you girls got it all wrong man.&lt;br /&gt;Dota is a sport, a strategy game. Its beyond words to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be signing up for driving classes soon. Basic theory test and all.&lt;br /&gt;Aim : Maximum age, to drive by 19 years old! Deadline = 18th february 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good with brothers. Can't imagine what Im missing out if you guys don't exist. haha. I could imagine us with shaved-head during the NS period. Meeting up for dinners during weekends when we're booked out. Cool that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But hey babylove. Deep down, touch that heart. If there's some left, I think I'll drop everything and go for it with a given chance once more."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-8693469027379184832?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/8693469027379184832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8693469027379184832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8693469027379184832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know.html' title='You know.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-1149238152305293601</id><published>2010-03-11T00:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:41:16.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks giving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The dawn is breaking,&lt;br /&gt;A light shining through.&lt;br /&gt;You're barely waking,&lt;br /&gt;And Im tangled up in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im open you're close.&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go.&lt;br /&gt;I worry I won't see your face,&lt;br /&gt;Light up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find,&lt;br /&gt;You and I, collide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, its 1 more day to the collection of poly results.&lt;br /&gt;Not really looking forward to it. Because im expecting to have a drop in my GPA.&lt;br /&gt;Haha nonetheless, I just wanna thank 1R02 for being such a spontaneous class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys really played a part in my poly carreer.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess there are 4 cliques in the class or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 : Spicegirls (yucks?) consists of: Estee, Hui Xian, Alyssa, Hui Yi, Sheryl &amp;amp; Wen Wah.&lt;br /&gt;You guys just rock my life by&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; distracting me in class.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I only get distracted to pretty ladies, esp not Estee! Hahaha just kidding babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Bitches consists of: Kellyann, Michelle, MengYun &amp;amp; Elynn. + (Jason and Sky?)&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you guys just add flavour to the class's atmosphere. No doubt that you guys could win the laughing competition. Without fail, shrieking voices can be heard from one end to the other in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: Chinese speaking clique: Wen Qin, Pamela, Grace and Flare.&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't really speak chinese during project work, Im so motivated by you guys in terms of the corporation and team work you guys have displayed during comp labs and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou in the next sem girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: My lovely hangout clique: Wei Lin, Kaye, Jeremy, Wei Jie. + WenQin&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, at times I might stressed you guys for project works. Hahaha, more or less most projects at clicked at B+? All modules except communication skills got an A. But its THE ONLY "A" in our course! Cool that huh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lin: Hey bro, thanks for everything. Thanks for the cross for my birthday present. Love ya for everything you've done for me. You played one of the biggest part in my christian walk too. Seeing you growing in the Lord is my greatest desire for you. Continue to press of for more of God alrights? Love ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaye: Yo bestie! Hahaha, its been quite sometime since we've had a heart to heart talk. We didn't even had any during the class chalet! Thanks bestie, for being one of my strong pillar in terms of stress, emotions etcetc. One of the best friends I've made in life. Love ya kid.&lt;br /&gt;Love the times WeiLin, You and I had bible studies every thursday in the morn. Although either of us will always be late. Love the fellowship and everything we've done tgt. Hope our friendship would last even after poly. Love love love love love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Hey bro, thanks for being my project group mate for all modueles except for CSA last sem. Hahaha, you know what? Im inspired by the considerate heart you have. Always putting others first instead of yourself. Jiayou bro, all the best for year 2.1 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Jie: Yosh Long chin! Thanks for being the collator for projects at times. Its nice to have someone like you in my class. All the best for year 2.1 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Qin : Hey nerd lim, just wanna tell you, you're one of the most nerd friend I've ever had. The rest of them are super slack. Jiayou sis, find your confidence, and stop nerding! Its nice to hangout with you. Source of motivation for nerding. hahaha. Jiayou all the best for your GPA. Maintain ah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everthing again guys. Hope the next class Im in could be on par with you bunch of guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've already thrown everything away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-1149238152305293601?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/1149238152305293601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanks-giving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1149238152305293601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/1149238152305293601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanks-giving.html' title='Thanks giving.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-6976531379178378413</id><published>2010-02-16T01:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T02:15:20.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;She looks beautiful in dresses,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was once filled with love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She loved funny surprises,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That would make her laughter contain much mirth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although she's away for a thousand mile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She loved to pick up midnight calls.&lt;br /&gt;But its sad to hear after all these while,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im just a "number" afterall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-6976531379178378413?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/6976531379178378413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6976531379178378413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/6976531379178378413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-random.html' title='Just random.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-4144010679909193419</id><published>2010-02-13T11:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:13:05.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days more.</title><content type='html'>The reunion dinner at expo was a new experience for me yesterday. Celebrated our dinner together as one congregation. Quite a number of our friends and parents got saved (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its already 11am plusplus and everyone is still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Guessed that everyone enjoyed their time at brand's house.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily no stupid stuffs were commited hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its the cny's eve, gonna do a quick shopping with dil and some of the guys.&lt;br /&gt;But first, you piggies needa wake up soon!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bros for the early birthday surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Love the ice-cream cake from swensens~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God for you guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-4144010679909193419?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/4144010679909193419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/02/9-days-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4144010679909193419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4144010679909193419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/02/9-days-more.html' title='9 days more.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-9143134639164332442</id><published>2010-02-12T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:32:42.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow of the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I close both locks below the window&lt;br /&gt;I close both blinds and turn away&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes solutions aren't so simple&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes good bye's the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;The sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;And the shadow of the day&lt;br /&gt;Will embrace the world in grey&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In cards and flowers on your window&lt;br /&gt;Your friends all plead for you to stay&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes good bye's the only way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song so so much because it teaches us to be realistic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when things gets too tough and our capabilities can't uphold that responsibilities,  we ought to know our strength and let it go.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, everything will be alright at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;We all die sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;But the difference is how we live and lead our lives. Its our choice whether we want to excel in certain stuffs or stay complacent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, blogging in school's comp lab? Lab 2 hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have reunion dinner with family + church at the expo later. Then gonna head towards bra's house.&lt;br /&gt;Hope nobody would get drunk again. Especially Ken -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've shifted to the new house! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, there's macs right below my block LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I'm not Jason, if not I'd be spending half my life in the macs.&lt;br /&gt;But well, internet connect hasn't been up yet.. That's why I couldn't go online these few weeks :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be 18 on this 18th. Coool yeah? :D&lt;br /&gt;Hope that day would be a memoriable one for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-9143134639164332442?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/9143134639164332442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/02/shadow-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/9143134639164332442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/9143134639164332442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/02/shadow-of-day.html' title='Shadow of the day.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-5644652836834526273</id><published>2010-02-06T01:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T03:03:13.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its hard to come by.</title><content type='html'>Couldn't sleep for nuts right now.&lt;br /&gt;Its like 2am in the morning and Im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the only thing that is revolving around me is school's work.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, one would get tired after the continuous test, presentation, projects weeks after weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back some of the coursework grades. Although it was reasonable.. yet again,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't least satisfied at all. Complaceny kills, like seriously yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounting B+&lt;br /&gt;Statistics A&lt;br /&gt;Principles of RMT A&lt;br /&gt;Econs more or less I'll get an A? (B+ if suay. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had comm skills' summative test ytd (which was friday).&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't go for church's monthly prayer meeting, furnace. Argggh.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of lost marks redundantly for the test.&lt;br /&gt;Its only the grace of God if I could get an A for this module, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drained out because of these few things. If not, my mind would be filled with the past memories again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just wanna thank Cryst for the effortless card. Though it may seem simple, but yo!&lt;br /&gt;It meant a lot to me! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate it, really :) Love ya idiotic step. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ABIGYHSNxMg/S2xnserfXdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mV4r2M2gEb4/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434832864176725458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ABIGYHSNxMg/S2xnserfXdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mV4r2M2gEb4/s320/DSC00919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ABIGYHSNxMg/S2xnserfXdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mV4r2M2gEb4/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ABIGYHSNxMg/S2xns5v1ugI/AAAAAAAAACY/ah5s8qrQ69s/s1600-h/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434832871442725378" border="0" alt="" 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href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-hard-to-come-by.html' title='Its hard to come by.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ABIGYHSNxMg/S2xnserfXdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mV4r2M2gEb4/s72-c/DSC00919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-2398062478623760112</id><published>2010-01-23T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:15:03.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Belong To Me</title><content type='html'>You run, you hide&lt;br /&gt;As tears fall from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;They fall like snow&lt;br /&gt;From a wounded soul&lt;br /&gt;You hold inside&lt;br /&gt;The hurt of great divide&lt;br /&gt;The hole is starting to get old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come back to the light&lt;br /&gt;To the love, you will find&lt;br /&gt;It’s been here all along&lt;br /&gt;So come back to the start&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll find in your heart&lt;br /&gt;That you always belonged&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take the rope&lt;br /&gt;I won’t let it go&lt;br /&gt;Give in&lt;br /&gt;We can start again&lt;br /&gt;I’m life, I’m hope&lt;br /&gt;And I’m ready to explode&lt;br /&gt;With how bad I want you back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my daughter, you’re my son&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one I long to love&lt;br /&gt;And you’ve heard I chose to die&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you’re the reason why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-2398062478623760112?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-8609486202784207803</id><published>2010-01-23T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:23:10.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A step of faith.</title><content type='html'>Well, around 9hours or so, im gonna get water baptised. BFLs, Dad and Mum are going to support me. Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;Yup, its a step of faith onto Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling excited later (tmr at east coast park) yet emotional about some other things.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel something piercing through you when you're "so close yet so far" achieving something? Or wanting that presence back to your life? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, we always tend to make decisions when we felt its the best at that point of moment, but regret a thousand times after that. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry bros, Im not sure if imma follow you guys for the Austrailia trip during the poly vacation. Something is just holding me back i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 more days to main exams. Kinda look forward to that day.&lt;br /&gt;Quickly end this semester, and see how my grades would fluctuate badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-8609486202784207803?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/8609486202784207803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/01/step-of-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8609486202784207803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/8609486202784207803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/01/step-of-faith.html' title='A step of faith.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-2638291410182463162</id><published>2010-01-08T23:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:22:17.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Spend all your time waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For that second chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a break that would make it okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's always some reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To feel not good enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's hard at the end of the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need some distraction&lt;br /&gt;Oh a beautiful release &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memory seeps from my veins &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be empty &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and weightless and maybe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll find some peace tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the arms of the angel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly away from here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this dark cold hotel room &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the endlessness that you fear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of your silent reverie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're in the arms of the angel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May you find some comfort here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During biz stats lecture. I was dying from the servere flu I've got for the past 24hours++&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, ordered Kaye around like a nanny. "Kaye more tissue, Kaye pass me my pen, Kaye pass me my book!~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, collected biz stats result.. wasn't that bad as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing the psycho survey thingy, met up with Crystal steppy and her group of girl clique at about 2.30pm -.-&lt;br /&gt;All were like super shy.&lt;br /&gt;Tim and I brought them around TP.. "Biz park cmi.. dont go. Mensa's salad bar is hot" that kind of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Became sort of the orientation group leader for them! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys enjoyed it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head to church for the first prayer meeting of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Got prayed by HY.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, don't worry, I'll figure it out soon bro. Thanks for the advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff ended around 10pm.. Went for a quick supper and headed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-2638291410182463162?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/2638291410182463162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/01/angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2638291410182463162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2638291410182463162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/01/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-4055784027039695637</id><published>2010-01-07T00:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:17:23.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We fall only to make ourselves stronger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Romans 5:3-5&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;em&gt;"Not only so, but we rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perserverence; perserverence, character; character and hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out His love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaye shared this beautiful verse with me today.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks yo bestie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-4055784027039695637?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/4055784027039695637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-fall-only-to-make-ourselves-stronger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4055784027039695637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4055784027039695637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-fall-only-to-make-ourselves-stronger.html' title='We fall only to make ourselves stronger.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-2232383223967601208</id><published>2010-01-05T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:25:55.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding paths.</title><content type='html'>Today was hectic.&lt;br /&gt;School ended at 10.15am?&lt;br /&gt;Project works were projected in the Singapore Merlion's style. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended our stuffs at about 3pm. Left school with Kaye and Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaye and I had a good talk with Wei Lin during the break at biz park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Wei Lin, we're interested in your growth in the Lord. We want the best for you don't we?&lt;br /&gt;Talents have to be discovered in one way or another. Everyone starts from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;As christians, all the more we shouldn't be losing confidence in everything and anything we do. Because we know if God is for us, who can be against us?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is facing stress as well. Everyone has imperfections in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do successful people manage to have a life of abundance? It is because he has tried his best in striving for the things he wants. He have passion in the things he is yearning for.&lt;br /&gt;Likewise for you, a vision without action is merely just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're someone who really love God, you should be seeking him faithfully without any fear or humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verse which I think you should look up.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll find the path that God has called you to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Timothy 1:7&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;"For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime I fall, I'll just have to pick myself up once again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-2232383223967601208?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/2232383223967601208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/01/finding-paths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2232383223967601208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2232383223967601208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/01/finding-paths.html' title='Finding paths.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-4047616145813853400</id><published>2010-01-03T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:19:35.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The more I seek You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The more i seek you,the more i find you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The more i find you, the more I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna sit at your feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drink from the cup in your hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay back against you and breath, feel your heart beat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This love is so deep, it's more than I can stand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I melt in your peace, it's overwhelming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was played consecutively for like the past 2 hours on the replay.&lt;br /&gt;Meaningful song. Its just something that one couldn't get tired of, which is,&lt;br /&gt;God's love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-4047616145813853400?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/4047616145813853400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-i-seek-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4047616145813853400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/4047616145813853400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-i-seek-you.html' title='The more I seek You.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379247695150796096.post-2018731649140782526</id><published>2010-01-01T17:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:07:50.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post of this year.</title><content type='html'>Well, 2009 has been such a tough time.&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;New school environment.&lt;br /&gt;New stress level.&lt;br /&gt;New friends made.&lt;br /&gt;New understanding learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;Closer to BFL.&lt;br /&gt;Closer to Poly mates. ( Kaye, Weilin, Wen Qin etc etc.. 1R02)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesser with Family.&lt;br /&gt;Lesser with love.&lt;br /&gt;Lesser of belongingless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of emotions stimulated.&lt;br /&gt;More of handling of stress.&lt;br /&gt;More patience with the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010's vision:&lt;br /&gt;Playing guitar, singing praises of God. Connecting with the song Im playing.&lt;br /&gt;Drive my dad's BMW to school.. ORCHARD ROAD, TOWN, WHERE EVER. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Bond more with BFL.&lt;br /&gt;No admitting to clubs unless Im going there to watch out for friends.&lt;br /&gt;Being constant in school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeper level in maturity.&lt;br /&gt;Deeper level of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Deeper level of analysing problems.&lt;br /&gt;Deeper level of Faith with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010's gonna be a much better year.&lt;br /&gt;Because 2009 was totally hitting the floors of the chart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/379247695150796096-2018731649140782526?l=lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/2018731649140782526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-post-of-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2018731649140782526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/379247695150796096/posts/default/2018731649140782526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-scriptures.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-post-of-this-year.html' title='First post of this year.'/><author><name>May God bless your name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001156933882060462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
