<?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-13440190</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:19:08.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every sun rise is a new beginning.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-4962529142538437097</id><published>2007-02-23T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T13:10:01.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God You made me see today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm living for a higher purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The tunes may be the same, but the presence is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The heart is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And this heart plays for You only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-4962529142538437097?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/4962529142538437097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/4962529142538437097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4962529142538437097' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-117091090565062726</id><published>2007-02-08T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T13:51:45.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whatever happens, I guess we just have to know and just have to know and just have to know in our hearts, that conviction, that truth, that faith, that God will pull us through. It's just so simple.. why is it so hard to catch sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord let me fear You even more.. a holy fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change this atmosphere, up this temperature. Lets be &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's gonna be a year of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;acceleration- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus, take the wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-117091090565062726?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/117091090565062726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/117091090565062726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117091090565062726' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-116663694906410425</id><published>2006-12-21T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T02:09:04.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I learnt alot. I'm blown away. I can't describe how I feel entirely because it's just an intangible thing, yet tangible. It's about &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the feel, the flow, the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes we just live life as it goes and as we go on, sometimes even getting immune to the things happening around us. Things that are not normal become normal. Things that are so wrong become an okay to us. What's happening? What has caused this dilution? Gosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let's stick to the narrow path, keep our heads on. Most importantly, guard our hearts. The purity, the genuine and sincere heart. It's all about the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;. It's not about me. &lt;strong&gt;Others&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-116663694906410425?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/116663694906410425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/116663694906410425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116663694906410425' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-116625589283720359</id><published>2006-12-16T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:09:50.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;God I'm so glad to have You in my life. You dispel all my fears. You're with me whenever I'm down and out. Even when people don't understand after how hard I try, You know. If I never knew You, I can't imagine what life will be like. Thank You Lord for always being there. Thank You for Your everlasting love. Thank You for Your comfort and refuge. Thank You. Take it all Father, all my hurts and disappointments, and use them according to Your will. I love You.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-116625589283720359?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/116625589283720359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/116625589283720359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116625589283720359' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-116604767847898372</id><published>2006-12-14T05:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T06:16:16.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow. I never fail to be amazed by God. His ways are so unpredictabily surprising sometimes that I just get so blown away. His thoughts are indeed higher than ours! And He always protect us. Not just in one area of our life but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; finances, time, physcially... It's just amazing to have a father like God! I can just know and be secured in the faith that He has his hand upon me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was struggling to keep awake so that I could prac on my create piece. However, while waiting for my bro to finish using the com so that I could print my scores, I decided to sleep first and wake at like 2 3 am to prac since he never seemed like he was moving any further from the com. But at 2 3 am, I didn't wake! So what happened? God woke me up! And so here I am blogging at like 5AM (pls note that this is an extrememly rare time for my awaking) and I don't even feel the least bit sleepy. In fact, I feel so wide awake now! I'm not mad, &lt;em&gt;it just happened&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA! God's just amazing ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-116604767847898372?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/116604767847898372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/116604767847898372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116604767847898372' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-116562794393597749</id><published>2006-12-09T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T09:39:29.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Dear God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Although words cannot fully express my gratitude, thank You... thank You for saving me. I never knew what love or family was, but now I know. Suddenly life has a whole new meaning to me and suddenly laughter and smiles become so real everyday. It's true, so true.. as true as Your love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Your love knows no bounds nor limits. The gift of life, the sacrifice You made.. It's all about love, unconditional love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Although my love for You may never match that of Yours, I pray that the spark in me will never never die. I pray that I'll love You more each and every day, that I'll draw nearer to You and in that You will reveal more of Yourself to me. Let me serve You, and in that my acts may glorify You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Let my heart grow bigger this season. Let my giving increase. Let my character be moulded by You. Let my talents be used for You. Change me Lord, that I may serve better and be a testimony of Your name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;I love Your presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Here I stand in wide-open wonder amazed, at the glory of You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Thank You Lord.. thank You for saving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Chi Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-116562794393597749?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/116562794393597749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/116562794393597749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116562794393597749' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-115988486296921950</id><published>2006-10-03T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T18:54:02.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's funny how we can get so caught up in the world and it's ever ongoing buzz that we forget what's really important in life. We get so confused that we start mixing everything up. It's always the same issue. Material stuff.. that's just the shell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sure we need the necessities like food, but food for the soul is so much more essential than that for the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw this couple at a hospital once. The husband was real fussy when it came to food, something like a nutritionist, just without the official status. He brought food for his wife, who was hospitalised and warded. However, his wife had no appetite at all and refused politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The guy became angry. He sat on the chair next to her in silent anger, face painted black from top down. I could see him seething from a distance, steam churning out from his head already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The pale and frail-looking woman, in all of her skeleton-like frame, casually brought up subjects about the family, only to see her husband still boiling in the quiet. He did not speak a word in reply, but remained in his firm posture like an angry statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She bowed her head in confusion of distress and disappointment. With a slight sigh, she looked up at her husband once more, and with puffy red and watery eyes, said, "I miss all of you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-115988486296921950?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/115988486296921950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/115988486296921950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115988486296921950' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-115608771890335080</id><published>2006-08-20T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:58:05.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When the tide goes down&lt;br /&gt;and colours run fading&lt;br /&gt;The sky turns dark&lt;br /&gt;as dusk sets in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it doesn't mean anymore&lt;br /&gt;to be affiliated&lt;br /&gt;And people pass&lt;br /&gt;Lives going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faces with masks&lt;br /&gt;A facade of smiles&lt;br /&gt;Pretense in the air&lt;br /&gt;Obscurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;To be adjourned&lt;br /&gt;To be stalled away&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the closet where nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet as the days go by&lt;br /&gt;And you think you can&lt;br /&gt;You break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;and your mask drops down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that you thought that way&lt;br /&gt;At that instant&lt;br /&gt;When feelings were locked up&lt;br /&gt;and tears sucked back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that the world could go on&lt;br /&gt;With the tv shows and acts casting along&lt;br /&gt;Embellished and glamorized&lt;br /&gt;Only to find that it is all skin deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had we been too naive&lt;br /&gt;To believe&lt;br /&gt;That all would come true&lt;br /&gt;And compliacted things like these never existed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, hold firm to your belief&lt;br /&gt;Never let go&lt;br /&gt;Even if you lose some&lt;br /&gt;and the race seems impossible&lt;br /&gt;Hang on there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when it is dark&lt;br /&gt;His light will shine&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of night&lt;br /&gt;The star twinkles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-115608771890335080?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/115608771890335080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/115608771890335080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115608771890335080' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-115452531560593496</id><published>2006-08-02T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:59:25.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;SATURDAY SOUL FEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1371/1181/1600/Blog%20&amp;%20Friendster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1371/1181/320/Blog%20%26%20Friendster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-115452531560593496?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/115452531560593496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/115452531560593496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115452531560593496' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-115122709569903491</id><published>2006-06-25T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:00:58.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I feel strange. For a moment, I couldn't cry. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;My God is a God of miracles.&lt;br /&gt;Know what?&lt;br /&gt;My grandma's in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;So is my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-115122709569903491?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/115122709569903491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/115122709569903491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115122709569903491' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-115008597175549131</id><published>2006-06-12T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:03:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My soul cries out for more of you O Lord..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-115008597175549131?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/115008597175549131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/115008597175549131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115008597175549131' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-114969124926619269</id><published>2006-06-07T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:51:25.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Prince of Egypt - When You Believe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/TVuJJhH4AlM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, I do believe there are miracles&lt;br /&gt;Like that shining star in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;The birth of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Colours on the earth from black to white&lt;br /&gt;I do, I do believe in miracles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-114969124926619269?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/114969124926619269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/114969124926619269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114969124926619269' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-114576944898882289</id><published>2006-04-23T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:05:25.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;For all you couch potatoes and comic fans out there, here is some great news for you! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents and relatives often tell us not to watch too much tv and teachers tell us that comics are bad, really really bad. But hey, is it &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; that bad? Well, not really. In fact all&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;the complicated english words which I learnt from young were picked up from there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-synchronised&lt;br /&gt;- colluded&lt;br /&gt;- unfathomable&lt;br /&gt;- de creme la de creme (note that the 1st "e" of creme has a downward slash)&lt;br /&gt;- coerced&lt;br /&gt;- abysmal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Translated to British English&lt;br /&gt;** To be updated again as not all the words are with me right now ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Actually no, not &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the complicated words were picked up here. School also got teach &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if you think about it, it's all about &lt;strong&gt;choices&lt;/strong&gt;. It's all a choice- your choice. Whether you want to learn something from somewhere or you just want to get some fun out of it. Maybe more seriously, whether you want to get your life in place or not. Hey that's life! Some people catch it, some don't. It's a choice. You just gotta decide, then run towards that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to come to pass? &lt;strong&gt;Believe, it can.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-114576944898882289?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/114576944898882289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/114576944898882289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114576944898882289' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-113847343214852263</id><published>2006-01-29T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:35:13.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heya everyone! Haha the first post of the year, Here goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm. Lots of things on my mind right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isn't it strange how things happen, whether it good or bad, yet different people take it differently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isn't it strange how some people can love the things in this life more than life itself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Think about it. Life isn't that complicated as we make it seem to be. It's just how you look at it, approach it and act upon it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know one netball coach who is simply mad about netball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He says, "Eat, drink and dream netball."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May be some of us know how it feels to think that way. But have you ever thought it deeper? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well life is not just about that netball match, or soccer game, or computer game, or movie to catch. It's not even all about that girl or that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean, we're not going to be kicking soccer at 87 years old and still in the world champs are we? Unless you are generically modified that is haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stacie Oricole sang "More to Life". I'm sure many of us have sang it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"There's gotta be more to life.." Indeed there is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More than the life many of us lead of misery, lonliness, emptiness and broken hearts. A world without colours and stars, let alone the green pastures and flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Is it really so hard? To find something we can live for forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I once felt that way. Doubts in my head, desperate state, my heart and life at stake. I could not bear it. The pain and agony of not knowing my purpose on this earth, the reason for my mere existence. The pathetic life I was twirling about in, the fake smile I plastered on everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I asked, I seeked, I cried, I fought. And then I found it. No, it found me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Life never was the same again. I tasted honey, swam in the river of life, felt greatness, touched the tip of heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How about it? I say let's eat, drink and dream &lt;em&gt;life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-113847343214852263?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/113847343214852263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/113847343214852263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113847343214852263' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-113516404485357721</id><published>2005-12-21T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:37:46.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O man, you gotta read this! I stole it from Ivan's blog haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All things are possible with God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wouldn't it make:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All things are possible with Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Whoohoo. I love my life! Who says life is a misery? Bleh. Life is great! Enjoy it. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Alright! Advertisement time heh heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1371/1181/400/POSTER%20for%20BLAST%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Feeling bored rotting at home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Emptied your fridge and snack cupboards? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nothing good on tv?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well what are you waiting for? Come on down for a real &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With the amazing race, mambo challenge and The Chronicles of Narnia, hohoho! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-113516404485357721?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/113516404485357721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/113516404485357721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113516404485357721' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-113421799296742894</id><published>2005-12-10T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:26:51.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just got this story from an e-mail a friend sent me. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;George Thomas was walking through the town yesterday when he saw a young boy coming towards him swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were 3 little wild birds shivering with cold and fright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there son?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Just some old birds," came the reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What are you gonna do with them?" he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Take them home and have fun with them," he answered. "I'm gonna tease them and pull out their feathers to make them fight. I'm gonna have a real good time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Oh I've got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take them to them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;George was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds son?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What?! Why, you don't want them birds Mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing, not even pretty!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"How much?" he asked again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The boy seized him up as if he was mad and said, "$10?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He reached into his pocket, took out a $10 bill and placed it into the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley, where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, George opened the door and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out. He set them free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just came from the Garden of Eden and he was gloating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Yes Sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set a trap, used baits they couldn't resist. Got them all!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What are you gonna do with them?" asked Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse one another, how to drink and smoke and curse," satan answered. "I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs to kill one another. I'm gonna have a real good time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Then what will you do when you are done with that?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Oh I've got a place called hell," said satan. "I'll bring them there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jesus was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What?! You don't want them people. They'll only hate and curse and kill!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"How much?" He asked again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jesus said, "DONE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then He paid the price and set the people free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-113421799296742894?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/113421799296742894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/113421799296742894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113421799296742894' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-113069733377846362</id><published>2005-10-31T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:31:49.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if, one day you get retained..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if, one day you get expelled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if, one day you get into an accident..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if, one day you get paralysed for life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if, one day you get persecuted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if, one day you get beaten up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if, one day you lose a friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if, one day you lose a family..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if, one day you lose your pride..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if, one day you lose your reputation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if, one day you lose your &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So many times we can sing those songs over and over again, with a brand new flow of tears each time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So many times we can say this and that as many times as we like, with a fresh enthusiasm anew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yet, how many really mean it and can honestly say we have done it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's not the external, but the internal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's not the attendance, but the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's not the title, but the burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's not the work, but the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Moses took the baton, ran his portion and passed it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So did the following people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So often we take things for granted that we forget the whole purpose behind it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That we lose our focus and the thing most important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God, your glory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How serious are we when we talk about the things of life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's not the fun. Not the excitment. Not even the joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Are those petty little selfish thoughts still there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What is it? The fame, the honour, the title, the talents.. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not about me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-113069733377846362?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/113069733377846362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/113069733377846362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113069733377846362' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-113043466102625685</id><published>2005-10-28T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:42:57.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Watch out devil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is just the beginning, we're coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-113043466102625685?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/113043466102625685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/113043466102625685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113043466102625685' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-112878698594446161</id><published>2005-10-08T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:45:06.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;hey you! Yes YOU! That &lt;strong&gt;THING&lt;/strong&gt; inside of you! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAKE UP! GET UP! C'MON, GET MOVING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't stop people. We can't afford to! There's no time to lose. Not even a second. The people are dying out there, all around you. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!&lt;br /&gt;Man. I can just feel it. All beneath me. That dream. No not that one, THAT one. The one most people wouldn't want. But I wanted it, so I got it. I pray that you get it to. Not just the head, into the heart, into the spirit. Yes, into the &lt;strong&gt;SPIRIT&lt;/strong&gt;! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall down, Jesus..&lt;br /&gt;The blood of the lamb..&lt;br /&gt;Every tongue every nation&lt;br /&gt;Every people &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you care? Why do you even care? What is it for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I Give You all the praise. All of it. Not a drop less.&lt;br /&gt;All the honour. All the glory. All the work. All the effort. All of me. Nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;My whole life was meant for you and &lt;em&gt;only you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For your pleasure, for your purpose and your calling. Nothing else but &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the deep and rough valley you stood by me all the while.&lt;br /&gt;Now when the flowers have bloomed and the sun is shining again, I'll never forget you.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for everything. Even those times I hated, I learned to love because of you.&lt;br /&gt;It was you who made me stronger, you who brought me to where I can shout in true joy now.&lt;br /&gt;The fire within me is burning, but it's not gonna burn out.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna burn for eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-112878698594446161?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112878698594446161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112878698594446161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112878698594446161' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-112631867151721344</id><published>2005-09-10T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T10:21:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I really wonder how our brains can take all the information we store in there everyday. O well, the wonders of God! Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have been thinking a lot about cultures and stuff after speaking to Gabriel. I remember back in Henderson, the team used to talk about our visions, dreams, goals.. big talks! It wasn't only a 5 minute thing but all the time. Even when we were just casually on the phone, the main topic would be still that. It was the norm. Sadly this culture has been fading off. From something so pure and fragile, it has turned to dilution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is what my new blogskin is all about. SIMPLICITY within- Bringing back the heart. It's not something external but something internal, inside of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry Lord for making it what it wasn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Create in me a new heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One that follows you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Place in me a deep desire to know you as I'm known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Growing up is becoming more exposed to the corruptness of the fallen world. But let us stay pure in your presence. For only if we come with the hearts of little children shall we enter your kingdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When the music fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And all is stripped away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lord I simply come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Longing just to bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something that's of worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll bring you more than a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a song in itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is not what you have required&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You search much deeper within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Through the way things appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're looking into my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm coming back to the heart of worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When it's all about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When it's all about you Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm sorry Lord for the things I've made it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When it's all about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When it's all about you Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wanna burn your passion of  fire forever-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When it's all about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-112631867151721344?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112631867151721344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112631867151721344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112631867151721344' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-112608582209205477</id><published>2005-09-07T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:25:16.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have been mugging PHYSICS all day long.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Amazing experience! Suddenly my eyes became open upon so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love thermal energy. Conductors, convection, radiation.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ever thought about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Radiation.&lt;br /&gt;Good absorbers = Good emitters&lt;br /&gt;Poor absorbers = Poor emitters&lt;br /&gt;That means how receptive a substance is equates how producing it can be. &lt;em&gt;How receptive do you wanna be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It doesn't have to be glamorous at all. Just a mostly despised dull colour. That means anyone can be a radiator! &lt;em&gt;Do you wanna be one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It takes hot air to first rise up, then will the cold air sink into place. Well well. Isn't this just like us and God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We first step out in faith, then will God make things in place! &lt;em&gt;Are you willing to make the first move?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Just some of my thoughts ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Studying the creations of the creator&lt;br /&gt;Loving the creator of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-112608582209205477?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112608582209205477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112608582209205477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112608582209205477' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-112601542175145045</id><published>2005-09-06T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T13:01:52.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Whooopie. I have TWO minutes to write. So... This shall be a really short post. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The flesh is weak&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;but the spirit is STRONG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get that in our spirits ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-112601542175145045?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112601542175145045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112601542175145045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112601542175145045' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-112540699618065227</id><published>2005-08-30T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:59:19.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;More than the air I breathe today&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;More than the desert needs the rain&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;More than the air I breathe today&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;More than to live another day&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Air I Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't miss it out. Don't step out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't sell out your destiny people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Inside Your Heaven]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been down, but now I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;I felt a revelation coming around&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's right, it's so amazing&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see you I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;You're all I got, you lift me up&lt;br /&gt;The sun and the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place you cry from&lt;br /&gt;Where the storm blows your way&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the earth that holds you&lt;br /&gt;Every bit of air you breathing in, of soothing wind&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When minutes turn to days and years&lt;br /&gt;If mountains fall I'll still be here&lt;br /&gt;Holding you until the day I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place you cry from&lt;br /&gt;Where the storm blows your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yes I do&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-112540699618065227?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112540699618065227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112540699618065227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112540699618065227' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-112515162635445755</id><published>2005-08-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:01:34.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Was just listening to this song in Sandra's blog (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Jesus my saviour&lt;br /&gt;Lord there is none like you&lt;br /&gt;All of my days&lt;br /&gt;I want to praise&lt;br /&gt;The wonders of the mighty Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comfort my shelter&lt;br /&gt;Tower of refuge and strength&lt;br /&gt;Let every breath all that I am&lt;br /&gt;Never cease to worship you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;All the earth let us sing&lt;br /&gt;Power and majesty praise to the King&lt;br /&gt;Mountains bow down and the seas will roar&lt;br /&gt;At the sound of your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... for joy at the work of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Forever I'll love you forever I'll stand&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to the promise I have in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm so amazed by His love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never ending, everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Always with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never once unfailing nor unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lord my God&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful and majestic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give&lt;br /&gt;All of me for all of you &lt;br /&gt;For without you I am but nothing&lt;br /&gt;Possessing none&lt;br /&gt;Yet with you I am alive&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I could ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let nothing stop me&lt;br /&gt;Every obstacle to pass&lt;br /&gt;Not by might&lt;br /&gt;Not by power&lt;br /&gt;But by your spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently I pray&lt;br /&gt;On my knees bowed down&lt;br /&gt;Humbly I come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my mind&lt;br /&gt;With all my might&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart&lt;br /&gt;With all my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more of you Lord&lt;br /&gt;Let your presence flow in this place&lt;br /&gt;Overflowing my spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sanctified in your blood&lt;br /&gt;Renewed and born again&lt;br /&gt;A brand new me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-112515162635445755?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112515162635445755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112515162635445755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112515162635445755' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-112511313593324987</id><published>2005-08-26T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:06:14.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Recently, Kawah asked me a question. "How much are you worth?" It was meant to be some kind of lame joke, but it reeally got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much are we worth? Well the answer is simple. We are worth His blood. Regardless of belief, anyone and everyone is worth it. He has done the task, died in our places. Now, it is entirely up to ourselves. The blood is in your hands. Don't waste His blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my home.&lt;br /&gt;This is my family.&lt;br /&gt;This is my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you spare a thought for Him? Or even for them? As I look out of my window, I see so many buildings and apartments and houses. In there are hundreds and hundreds, even millions of people. People who carry the blood of Christ. Imagine if He were to face at least a thousand rejections a day. How would you feel if you were Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't hurt my God. Don't treat Him like a spare tyre. He's not some slide where you go up and down over and over again. He is not your stepping stone. Nor is the Man of God. Won't you treat them with some dignity and honour? Or at least with a certain level of respect? Not merely because of what they have done for you but simply by who they are. This is GOD we are talking about here. Not some trash you find in the bin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your left is a toy that lasts only a period of time. On your right, an experience that lasts forver. Which would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which road would you walk?&lt;br /&gt;Which life would you lead?&lt;br /&gt;Which way would you go?&lt;br /&gt;Which decision would you make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these lie in nowhere but your own hands. I have picked my destination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Now is your turn. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where I know I must be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where my dreams wait for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the river always flows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-112511313593324987?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112511313593324987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112511313593324987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112511313593324987' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-112470098366491523</id><published>2005-08-22T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:10:23.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Whoooooooosh. I've been blown in the wind the past 846255986036 days. So many things! So many many things! Nothing but great great GREAT! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lets start off with the day my beautiful head grew another bump. Well I was just sitting down on this movable office chair, and decided to lean back. I closed my eyes and began to dozzzzzze off. Then what happened? The rollers below somehow gave way, the entire chair with ME on it slided downwards and backwards... PAK! my lovely head hit the lovely wooden chair behind. And that's the story of the renovation of the bumpy road of my head! Hahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Right now you might be thinking how unfortunate I was. Well, personally I don't agree. In fact it taught me something. After I fell down, my brother made a comment: "Everytime you learn, you fall down." This is because the same thing happened to me 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it doesn't really matter how you fall, when you fall or how many times you fall. You can fall upside down or inside out, however you like. You can fall today or tomorrow and may be even now. The question is whether you get up after that fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if I had stayed on the floor after falling down and never got up. What if I had just remained there paralysed? Is this not the same with the way of life? When obstacles come and you fall, do you simply stay there? Or do you get up on your feet again? How would you react to a problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;If your response is "Yes, I want to get up again", how much effort are you willing to put in? How bad do you want to get up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's all about hunger people. In a race, you can start off so well and sprint past everyone. But when you trip and fall, do you get up and run on? Or do you give up, remain on the ground and just look as others overtake you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How do you end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-112470098366491523?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112470098366491523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112470098366491523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112470098366491523' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-112265890820425349</id><published>2005-07-30T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:12:37.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every creature is beautiful in God's eyes. Every little thing is precious. These are but His creations. Rejoice upon them for they are His masterpieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me and mould me&lt;br /&gt;Use me, won't you guide me?&lt;br /&gt;I give my life to the potter's hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may mock. People may yell or scream vulgarities in your face. People may question and insult your faith. But stand strong my fellow friends for this is the day the Lord has made. And on this day shall the sun shine so ever brightly and in the light the truth shall reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is gonna pull you down. Nothing is gonna make you stop. Even if you fall, we'll be there to help you up. We'll run this race together, till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may feel hurt, cuts and wounds in our hearts. But today, let the healer heal you and set you free. Bondages shall be broken and chains shall be snapped. No more of those days where depression loomed and fear fell upon the people. In the darkness the light shall shine. Through the rough patches and through the widening valley we will walk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a broad way. There is a narrow way. Choose the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-112265890820425349?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112265890820425349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/112265890820425349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112265890820425349' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-111863292564162609</id><published>2005-06-13T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T17:53:11.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I feel good tanananananana &lt;strong&gt;WHOOTS! ((((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand here before you&lt;br /&gt;In wide-opened wonder amazed&lt;br /&gt;In the glory of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of heaven&lt;br /&gt;Revealing your purpose in me&lt;br /&gt;As I'm reaching for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-111863292564162609?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/111863292564162609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/111863292564162609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111863292564162609' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-111863235669309211</id><published>2005-06-13T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T17:54:49.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been diving in the oasis this week. Wheeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O I feel like dancing&lt;br /&gt;It's foolishness I know&lt;br /&gt;When the world has seen the light&lt;br /&gt;They will dance with joy&lt;br /&gt;Like we're dancing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sing of your love forever&lt;br /&gt;I could sing of your love forever&lt;br /&gt;I could sing of your love forever&lt;br /&gt;I could sing of your love forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-111863235669309211?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/111863235669309211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/111863235669309211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111863235669309211' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-111799705516419200</id><published>2005-06-06T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:36:31.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I got this inspriration from Ming Rong's notebook backcover.&lt;br /&gt;There was a Carrefour big fat red "PAID" sticker on it and Ming Rong had added in some of his own creativity. He wrote something like "I'm PAID for by the blood of Jesus..". WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Yes we have been paid for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've surrendered my all. How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-111799705516419200?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/111799705516419200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/111799705516419200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111799705516419200' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13440190.post-111799597669794017</id><published>2005-06-06T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T18:00:39.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you hear the flowers blooming and the bees buzzing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-The new start of a bright and shimmy shiny day. &lt;strong&gt;All right!&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13440190-111799597669794017?l=surrendered-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/111799597669794017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13440190/posts/default/111799597669794017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surrendered-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111799597669794017' title=''/><author><name>twinkles(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01859536918974024346</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></entry></feed>
