<?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-8012892014314660630</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:23:01.923+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Acts'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='God'/><title type='text'>never let me go.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-1188628960102037213</id><published>2008-02-04T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:52:57.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;iii honestly wish i could just be off with a day where i can be COMPLETELY FREE from work or anything that keeps me away from my room. BECAUSE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SO MANY THINGS JUST KEEPS TRYING TO PULL ME DOWN! Oh Dad, i've lost so many things i've had in You. But even so, im not turning away at all. I'm gonna crawl my way back if i have to. Just as long as i get to have You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have Your way here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;keep me up, love cause i know i'll sink without You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-1188628960102037213?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/1188628960102037213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=1188628960102037213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1188628960102037213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1188628960102037213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2008/02/iii-honestly-wish-i-could-just-be-off.html' title=''/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-3546913677013958465</id><published>2008-01-24T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:41:58.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/R5huL2v1PCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EzAZqbeeI7E/s1600-h/z102076320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158994523106655266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/R5huL2v1PCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EzAZqbeeI7E/s320/z102076320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness. I have not blogged for a super jumbo long time. Been really really really busy. My sleeping pattern became oddly fixated. I sleep at the wrong time which is like in the afternoon which isn't really a good thing to do. As i'd become insomniac at night. Actually i'd sleep at times when i just feel like it. Not good. hahahaha. Well okay now, its okay. It's becoming normal again i think. :P I really thank God for being my strength throughout this whole month if not i would have gone insane. It's not even the middle month yet, but i'm already starting to feel the workload coming and coming and coming. Somehow it gives you that feeling, where you think you don't have much to do at all, when deep inside you know you actually do have a lot. More like you're trying to avoid it. Projects after projects, homeworks after homeworks, lots of activities being pressured on to us as this year is our last year and all. IT'S CRAZY! You know what the worse part was? EVERYTHING CAME IN ALL AT ONCE! It's not just this but also many many temptations and other disturbance that filled my head that gave me no space to think about anything else. But in my heart, i knew i was still grabbing on tightly to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember earlier this year. I had a morning prayer. I was desperately just seeking Him to prepare myself for later this year. Cause i kind of felt a little scared of what is gonna happen. And all, so i was just sitting down on my bed, flowing and flowing in the spirit. Till God gave me a vision, an angel appeared beside me..okay i got scared. HAHA, but he told me not to be afraid. So i just relaxed myself and all. And he also said that this year for me, i will be facing LOTS AND LOTS of consequences and again told me not to be afraid. But instead to lean on Him at all times. That echoed in my head for quite sometime. Lean on Him.. lean lean lean. I kind of thought about it the whole day. But i guess this made me feel a whole lot better. At least i know what i'm heading for and am gonna prepare for it. Not that i know exactly WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN but i have God to walk through it all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have to head off now, got assignments to do. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;times when we are faithless, He remains faithful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-3546913677013958465?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/3546913677013958465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=3546913677013958465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3546913677013958465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3546913677013958465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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/_eFzgxgNK0c8/R5huL2v1PCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EzAZqbeeI7E/s72-c/z102076320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-7627578335611858052</id><published>2007-12-23T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:18:08.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise Up;</title><content type='html'>Whee! Tired. Just got back from The Mall. Watched the chipmunk movie. It was so adorable. Especially Theodore. Watched it with my two brothers and Soph. Hahaha. Soph has weird appetite. Hmm. So weird that i'm feeling really full right now. :S Anyways, now i'm just trying to remember a song. Getting it now. Well i'm not really singing it. But i'm singing it in my heart. Later, i'm gonna have to really sing it to find the key i'm comfortable in. Hahaha kaboom! Christmas is up in 2 days! :) AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i should really go and practise. I KNOW THIS IS SHORT BUT YA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think this was absolutely pointless. Oh wells! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/8012892014314660630-7627578335611858052?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/7627578335611858052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=7627578335611858052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/7627578335611858052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/7627578335611858052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/12/rise-up.html' title='Rise Up;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-2060368383706850260</id><published>2007-12-22T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T10:35:18.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I Offer Devotion;</title><content type='html'>Good morning! I woke up really early today. Hahaha like around 5.41? For some reason I just woke up. BUT ANYWAYS, Acts was great yesterday. We had a CG VS CG Christmas Carol showdown. It was hilarious. HAHA. Then we watched &lt;strong&gt;Evan Almighty&lt;/strong&gt;. It was pretty good! A really good movie. Who would have thought actors who are actually NON-BELIEVERS acting out a Christian movie. ;D Awesome! Then we had an awesome ministry time. God's presence was really there, moving so strongly. It was a long time since i've went before the altar. I mean i don't depend on it but it was just such a long time. (: Right there, i felt God's goodness pouring out upon us all. I realized that i need God to be &lt;strong&gt;my strength&lt;/strong&gt;. So many times, i've told people that. But never knowing that i needed that too. But there were so many times i've been so scared and intimidated by my imagination. I have lots of really bad bad imaginations and sometimes it just stops me from doing what i'm suppose to do. Thinking of it now, i feel like a &lt;strong&gt;hypocrite&lt;/strong&gt;. I was reading up on the book of Samuel where people actually were thinking of stoning David. Okay, stone as in totally stone to death. Not just picking up one pebble and flicking it at him. But really throwing it at him. I think for a second David felt troubled. But instantly he thought about God. So he &lt;strong&gt;strengthened himself in God&lt;/strong&gt;. And like i said, when you CHOOSE to follow God, to take His side, He will definitely help you. &lt;strong&gt;100%&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Then David said to Abiathar the priest, the son of Ahimelech, "Bring me the ephod." Abiathar brought it to him,&lt;br /&gt;8 and David inquired of the LORD, "Shall I pursue this raiding party? Will I &lt;strong&gt;overtake&lt;/strong&gt; them?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Pursue&lt;/strong&gt; them," He answered. "You will &lt;strong&gt;certainly&lt;/strong&gt; overtake them and succeed in the rescue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, as i woke up, God led me to the book of Acts in the Bible. It spoke about &lt;strong&gt;Spiritual Leadership&lt;/strong&gt;. I was thinking of what it had to do with me, then it suddenly hit me. New G. In the first chapter it talked about the Holy Spirit. How we need the Holy Spirit to accomplish so many things. I believe what God is trying to do is to equip me with the Word for next year. I seriously don't know what's about to befall me but i believe i will get through it with God. It's funny how God chose next year for me to lead it. With the so called big exams coming up and all. But i believe that there is a reason for it. And God put me through it because He knows that I can make it. :) YEA MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like you are in a really tough situation now, don't give up man. God knows you can do it. He will never put you in a situation where it will be too tough for you. If it's too tough, you'd be dead by now man. So if you have a situation, and you are still here ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, i'm done. HAHAHAHAHA. Will blog more soon. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TOODLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/11M3c3A-uH/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/11M3c3A-uH/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-2060368383706850260?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/2060368383706850260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=2060368383706850260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2060368383706850260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2060368383706850260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-offer-devotion.html' title='I Offer Devotion;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-560014861827486375</id><published>2007-12-19T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:55:40.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna blaze with You;</title><content type='html'>I think this will be a quick one! :D ANYWAYS, new layout. :D YES, if you're wondering if that's all, yes it is. This is how simple i intend the layout to be. Usually, i have really high expectations on layouts and all, but now for some reason, i just love simple ones too. Whacky layouts make me feel heavy. :P HAHA. Anyways, i had an interesting morning. Was just having my morning talk with God. It was amazing. I laid aside everything that was in my heart to open up a way.. a path for God to just come and take over. It was insane! With my cracked, not so pleasant voice, i sang Second Chance. I didn't really care how i sounded but i wanted nothing more than to just offer up &lt;strong&gt;devotion&lt;/strong&gt; to Him to even care how i sounded. I felt God. So i just went with the flow. I don't know if i had tears from yawning or was i really crying but i don't recall yawning. So i think it was really just God's presence overflowing in my little bedroom. My sanctuary. My hill. I felt so peaceful in my heart. It's just amazing when you trust God to just make everything okay when you lay it all at His feet. When you CHOOSE to do so, He does wonderful things. Giving us that sense of peace, comfort, telling us that He's drawing near to you and not be afraid. Who can not enjoy God's presence man! Then suddenly i started laughing. I DON'T KNOW WHY! I started laughing, then i felt God laughing along. HAHA SO I LAUGHED LIKE MAD! Omg. I was just filled with so much joy. THEN THEN.. i started tearing. :P HAHAHA. I kept thanking Him for all that He's done to me, and all that He was to me all my life. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is an amazing God. So worthy of our lives. He's so much more than a God. A Father. A best friend who you really can rely on 24/7. God doesn't expect us to be oh so perfect and HOLY. Okay, when i say HOLY i meant, like totally being so into the religion more than GOD himself. He doesn't want that man. God is near to the broken hearted. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSALMS 34:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 &lt;strong&gt;The LORD is close to the brokenhearted        &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     and saves those who are crushed in spirit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Despite our imperfections, He loves us so much more than we'd ever know. So much more that He gave His one and ONLY Son for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 I called on Your name, O LORD,      &lt;br /&gt;From the lowest pit.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56 You have heard my voice:      &lt;br /&gt;“ Do not hide Your ear      &lt;br /&gt;From my sighing, from my cry for help.”       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57 You drew near on the day I called on You,     &lt;br /&gt; And said, “Do not fear!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome, no? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-560014861827486375?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/560014861827486375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=560014861827486375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/560014861827486375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/560014861827486375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wanna-blaze-with-you.html' title='I wanna blaze with You;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-5507309990600252818</id><published>2007-12-03T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:27:39.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Enough;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139673129415042450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/R1PJeuRnZZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GVvvOy26FYw/s320/3701-007575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Psalms 51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Have mercy on me, O God,&lt;br /&gt;because of your &lt;strong&gt;unfailing love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Because of your &lt;strong&gt;great compassion&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;blot out the stain of my sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;strong&gt;Wash me clean from my guilt&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purify me from my sin&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 For I recognize my rebellion;&lt;br /&gt;it haunts me day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Against you, and you alone, have I sinned;&lt;br /&gt;I have done what is evil in your sight.&lt;br /&gt;You will be proved right in what you say,&lt;br /&gt;and your judgment against me is just.[&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalms%2051;&amp;amp;version=51;#fen-NLT-14671a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 For I was born a &lt;em&gt;sinner&lt;/em&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;yes, from the moment my mother conceived me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 But you desire honesty from the womb,[&lt;a title="See footnote b" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalms%2051;&amp;amp;version=51;#fen-NLT-14673b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;teaching me wisdom even there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 &lt;strong&gt;Purify me from my sins&lt;/strong&gt;,[&lt;a title="See footnote c" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalms%2051;&amp;amp;version=51;#fen-NLT-14674c"&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;] and &lt;strong&gt;I will be clean&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wash me, and I will be whiter than snow&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Oh, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give me back my joy again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;you have broken me—&lt;br /&gt;now let me &lt;strong&gt;rejoice&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Don’t keep looking at my sins.&lt;br /&gt;Remove the stain of my guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;strong&gt;Create in me a clean heart, O God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renew a loyal spirit within me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Do not banish me from your presence,&lt;br /&gt;and don’t take your Holy Spirit[&lt;a title="See footnote d" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalms%2051;&amp;amp;version=51;#fen-NLT-14678d"&gt;d&lt;/a&gt;] from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation,&lt;br /&gt;and make me willing to obey you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Then I will teach your ways to rebels,&lt;br /&gt;and they will return to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Forgive me for shedding blood, O God who saves;&lt;br /&gt;then I will joyfully sing of your forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Unseal my lips, O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;strong&gt;my mouth may praise you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 You do not desire a sacrifice, or I would offer one.&lt;br /&gt;You do not want a burnt offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 The sacrifice you desire is a broken spirit.&lt;br /&gt;You will not reject a broken and repentant heart, O God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Look with favor on Zion and help her;&lt;br /&gt;rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Then you will be pleased with sacrifices offered in the right spirit—&lt;br /&gt;with burnt offerings and whole burnt offerings.&lt;br /&gt;Then bulls will again be sacrificed on your altar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139675135164769698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/R1PLTeRnZaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kYkuXJokvKY/s320/200398447-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wash me clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;How can we live and not see Your sacrifice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-5507309990600252818?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/5507309990600252818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=5507309990600252818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/5507309990600252818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/5507309990600252818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-have-mercy-on-me-o-god-because-of.html' title='Love Enough;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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/_eFzgxgNK0c8/R1PJeuRnZZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GVvvOy26FYw/s72-c/3701-007575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-2123824769450231766</id><published>2007-11-28T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:15:38.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Of My Forever;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/R01Xik3DZsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-Jg05p6gozw/s1600-h/DSC03922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137859001421358786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/R01Xik3DZsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-Jg05p6gozw/s320/DSC03922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's not mine but it's so adorable! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Soph's&lt;/span&gt;. :P Hello! It seems like i haven't been blogging here. Mostly blogging in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Balijecello&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Freshwinds&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow!! Not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just excited for everyone else who is going and what message &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Satish&lt;/span&gt; would bring forth and they'd tell me ALL about it. :) No, really, it's really a bummer for me not being able to go but i can't do much about it, can I? Well like what &lt;strong&gt;Von &lt;/strong&gt;said to me, "This is what we call, obeying your parents." There were times where i felt frustrated cause i feel like as if i couldn't go ANYWHERE at all. But it's fine. I'm pressing on in prayer. :) Doesn't sound convincing, does it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;, i guarantee breakthrough! Don't know when, don't know how..but it's gonna happen! Anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna miss &lt;strong&gt;Mel. &lt;/strong&gt;Won't be able to talk to her for 4 days. :P But it's all good. It's for a good cause! She's gonna have the time of her life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Miri&lt;/span&gt;. :P And i get to have the time of my life in Brunei! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! I know attending conferences are like super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;, guaranteed-the-touch-of-God thing but i know that God can move just about anywhere else in this world. :) God is EVERYWHERE! Wee! :D Yesterday, i went to the airport because it was my brother's birthday dinner. :D Saw quite a few people i know. :P I saw Shin Lin and her sister, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Armilda&lt;/span&gt; and her sister. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Poked Shin Lin but she didn't notice. No doubt she felt it but she must have thought someone else bumped her or something. OH WELLS. :D Here was what I had for dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137862390150555346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/R01an03DZtI/AAAAAAAAAH8/d6BoEMpVgdA/s320/DSC03932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It had blueberry, custard and whatever inside. I just ate it. It was okay for me but i think i was too full to even appreciate and bother what it really tasted like. :) I didn't finish it though. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137862995740944098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/R01bLE3DZuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-FSNjlJoAgs/s320/DSC03931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Doesn't it look like ice cream? :D But it isn't. It's like chocolate mousse. It tasted so sweet. :S Tasted good but SO SWEET! I think i liked water even better. :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mel, i've got something for you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JABALI JABALI JABALI HEY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JABALI HABALI JABALI HEY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEEPAVALI! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHA. omg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-2123824769450231766?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/2123824769450231766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=2123824769450231766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2123824769450231766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2123824769450231766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-of-my-forever.html' title='God Of My Forever;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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/_eFzgxgNK0c8/R01Xik3DZsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-Jg05p6gozw/s72-c/DSC03922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-2519404638428520506</id><published>2007-11-27T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T13:57:18.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You;</title><content type='html'>Hmm, okay this is insane. My mom freaked me out by saying i didn't get 6th place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind blanked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because she was right.. i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead.. i moved up by 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I GOT 4th place! :) whee~ praise God! &lt;3 PRAISE HIM MAN! He's given me so much more than i expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-2519404638428520506?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/2519404638428520506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=2519404638428520506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2519404638428520506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2519404638428520506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/11/without-you.html' title='Without You;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-6492050172423012333</id><published>2007-11-25T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:13:17.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Of Difference;</title><content type='html'>I think i am insane to handle so many websites. HAHAHA. But it's all good. My hair smells smelly and good at the same time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mel&lt;/strong&gt;, JABALI JABALI JABALI HEY! DEEPAVALI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-6492050172423012333?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/6492050172423012333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=6492050172423012333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/6492050172423012333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/6492050172423012333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/11/point-of-difference.html' title='Point Of Difference;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-7469575908716062958</id><published>2007-11-22T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:16:11.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything;</title><content type='html'>Hello! I just got back from AC2. It was fun. I joined the rehearsals for the play since i was there early. And was &lt;strong&gt;Angel's&lt;/strong&gt; date for the prom. HAHA. She made me dance with her. I felt weird. :P But it was cool. I don't really remember what time we finished. But yea, &lt;strong&gt;Ting &lt;/strong&gt;was really emo. HAHAHA. But it was really good. :D Then the practice started.  In the midst of prayer, i felt the guitar string broke. HAHAHA. I think. Cause i felt it whack me on the shoulder. Then we had that little problem with the he said, she said thing. TING YOU SHOULD KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! :P HAHA. ANYWAYS, &lt;strong&gt;Jeremy &lt;/strong&gt;had to leave early though. So we had the whole place to ourselves. Everything went along fine until the drummer thingie came up. But it's okay. IT IS ALL GOOD. Okay, i am tired. HAHA. My feet hurts. Due to all the dancingz and standingz but then again, IT'S ALL GOOD! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm gonna stop typing for now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was a great day man. :) It started off really rough cause i was really in a rush. You can see why in my &lt;strong&gt;other blog &lt;/strong&gt;with Mel. :) But as the hours went by, it went great. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All leads back to God. All that He's done for me today was just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father, let our everything be yours forever; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-7469575908716062958?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/7469575908716062958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=7469575908716062958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/7469575908716062958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/7469575908716062958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/11/everything.html' title='Everything;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-5273983887997808427</id><published>2007-11-21T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T13:47:44.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till I See You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;greatest love&lt;/strong&gt; that anyone could ever know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That &lt;strong&gt;overcame&lt;/strong&gt; the cross and grave to &lt;em&gt;find my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And till I see You face to face and grace amazing takes me home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll trust in You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all I am &lt;em&gt;I'll live to see Your kingdom come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And&lt;strong&gt; in my heart I pray You'd let Your will be done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And till I see You face to face and grace amazing takes me home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll trust in You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will live to love You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will live to bring You praise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will live a child in awe of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are a voice that called the universe to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the whisper in my heart that speaks to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And till I see You face to face and grace amazing takes me home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll trust in you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You alone are God of all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You alone are worthy Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And with all I am my soul will bless Your name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song. I love both versions from Hillsong United and Hillsong London. I remember listening to it in &lt;strong&gt;Bernard's&lt;/strong&gt; car. I've listened to this song long ago. But never really heard it properly. It's an awesome song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://balijecello.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135164253040502450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/R0PErk3DZrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VwUJnTYUxtY/s320/balijecello-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Click on that, yes! :) I'm sharing it with the &lt;strong&gt;jabali girl aka Mel&lt;/strong&gt;. AHAHA. Just recently opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will live a &lt;strong&gt;child in awe&lt;/strong&gt; of You.&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/8012892014314660630-5273983887997808427?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/5273983887997808427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=5273983887997808427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/5273983887997808427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/5273983887997808427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/11/till-i-see-you.html' title='Till I See You.'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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/_eFzgxgNK0c8/R0PErk3DZrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VwUJnTYUxtY/s72-c/balijecello-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-3697246990530470446</id><published>2007-11-19T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:44:40.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All of Your promises won't let go of me!</title><content type='html'>Felt like the day went by so fast. Well.. mid-speed. It was okay this morning..so slow in the early afternoon..and now it's going by so fast. HAHA. &lt;strong&gt;Soph&lt;/strong&gt; slept over from Friday till Sunday. I think she made my brothers and I eat a lot. Cause she kept saying she's hungry like after every one hour. Well of course i did not follow every single time she did that. And then we had a horror movie marathon. One of my brothers decided not to join us cause he does not like horror movies as it makes him jumpy. None of them made me jumpy except for one. This thai movie called &lt;em&gt;Alone&lt;/em&gt;. Freaky man. HAHAHA. Then we went out to Hua Ho mall..... in Tutong. Oh yes, we drove so far away that we almost thought we were going Miri. HAHA. Didn't really have much but it was okay. :) All in all, the sleepover was okay. Got to spend lots of time with her. There were just things that got in the way for a bit. But still pressing on in prayer. :) Anyways, today i did nothing much. TV. Eat. Read. Computer. all these are so repetitive everyday. But one thing i never get tired of is spending time with God. I love it. I love taking up the guitar and just singing songs that are lifted up to my one and only King. I love talking to Him like a best friend. I love how He is always there to listen to me no matter what. I love everything about Him being not just part of my life but all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was praying for a few people and am going to keep praying until i see something happen. Just yesterday God gave me this vision. It got me pumped up. Really pumped up. I was sharing it with Amanda so it spread to her too. :) We really want to see things happen in our school. And we believe that we can live this vision if we all work together and keep pressing on in prayer. People doubt the power of prayer so many times, but i believe that prayer is how all breakthroughs occur. :) I love the vision given to this 14-year-old girl in the newG. book. She saw a map of Sweden. Red pins were marked out on every single schools. And those pins started to burn. So awesome. Then at the age 16, she was leading a prayer in a conference infront of 4000 youths. All were on their knees, tears filled their eyes and hungry for the power of God to move in this generation. It really motivates me to know what a 16 year old can do. And coincidentially, i'm gonna be 16 next year. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. And &lt;strong&gt;Ting&lt;/strong&gt;, i shall fill your car with very nice-smelling perfume and together inside, we shall rot. HAHAHAHA. Ew. I'll die i tell you. :P &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt;, hello. HAHAHA. You're like so near to me now but you're in tuition. Freak man. HAHAHA. - -" Anyways, i like the colour of this blog. Pretty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it never has to be this way. God, you are what holds us together. please, don't let it be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-3697246990530470446?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/3697246990530470446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=3697246990530470446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3697246990530470446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3697246990530470446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-of-your-promises-wont-let-go-of-me.html' title='All of Your promises won&apos;t let go of me!'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-6684124627132775257</id><published>2007-11-15T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:50:28.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refuge.</title><content type='html'>PEOPLE! Please do not talk to &lt;strong&gt;Melissa Lee&lt;/strong&gt;. Cause she called me a hippy. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said she's caller than i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel, you're so hua ho! HAHAHAHHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-6684124627132775257?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/6684124627132775257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=6684124627132775257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/6684124627132775257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/6684124627132775257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/11/refuge.html' title='Refuge.'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-2182208899722199648</id><published>2007-11-14T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:09:46.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made Me Glad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Isaiah 40:28-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;28 Have you not known? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you not heard? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The everlasting God, the LORD, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Creator of the ends of the earth, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neither faints nor is weary.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;His understanding is &lt;em&gt;unsearchable&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;29 &lt;strong&gt;He gives power to the weak&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And to those who have no might He increases strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;30&lt;strong&gt; Even the youths shall faint and be weary&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And the young men shall utterly fall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;31&lt;strong&gt; But those who wait on the LORD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shall renew their strength; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They shall mount up with wings like eagles, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They shall run and not be weary, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They shall walk and not faint.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember God showed me this a few days ago. No, it wasn't exactly for me. But it was for someone else who really felt weak and couldn't move on. I love how direct it was when it said, even the YOUTHS shall faint and be weary. But of course this verse encourages me too. I love it. A very precise and powerful verse for all who are on the verge of falling. It would be powerful if you believe it of course. :) meeheehee! And Mel, thank you. HAHAHA. This was a very interesting convo yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle *. : from the days of my youth, you have led me in your way. (: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want me to beg ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle *. : from the days of my youth, you have led me in your way. (: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH PUHLEASSSZEEE MEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle *. : from the days of my youth, you have led me in your way. (: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME TO MY HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m. ^ ; my soul secure, Your promise sure, Your love endures always says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m. ^ ; my soul secure, Your promise sure, Your love endures always says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU AH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle *. : from the days of my youth, you have led me in your way. (: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m. ^ ; my soul secure, Your promise sure, Your love endures always says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMACK YOU ONE TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m. ^ ; my soul secure, Your promise sure, Your love endures always says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle *. : from the days of my youth, you have led me in your way. (: says&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle *. : from the days of my youth, you have led me in your way. (: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m. ^ ; my soul secure, Your promise sure, Your love endures always says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont know where i live =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle *. : from the days of my youth, you have led me in your way. (: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHONE DIRECTORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m. ^ ; my soul secure, Your promise sure, Your love endures always says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHA i just imagine marshmellows smacking each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m. ^ ; my soul secure, Your promise sure, Your love endures always says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle *. : from the days of my youth, you have led me in your way. (: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m. ^ ; my soul secure, Your promise sure, Your love endures always says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;then one runnign away WHICH IS YO =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m. ^ ; my soul secure, Your promise sure, Your love endures always says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle *. : from the days of my youth, you have led me in your way. (: says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant walk away if i tried.. cause YOUR LOVE is BETTER THAN LIFEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle *. : from the days of my youth, you have led me in your way. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle *. : from the days of my youth, you have led me in your way. (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m. ^ ; my soul secure, Your promise sure, Your love endures always says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-2182208899722199648?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/2182208899722199648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=2182208899722199648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2182208899722199648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2182208899722199648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/11/made-me-glad.html' title='Made Me Glad.'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-1267063565450868362</id><published>2007-11-14T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:04:03.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO</title><content type='html'>I haven't used blogger in ages anyway, im not here to blog about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle here is the most weirdest, funny looking and lamest person i've met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats partially true. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHES NOT FUNNING LOOKING&lt;/span&gt; :P, i didn't know chelle for centuries or anything close to years. But so far i've learnt that shes a very bright friend. She always cheers me up with slightest messages and she seems to know everything. Okay maybe not. WELL i want to say that im very proud of you on your exams! WOOHOO PRAISE GOD MAN. anyway, shes someone who has her heart for God, she really amazes me on how much she knows the word and the sacrifises she makes for God :). Shes really hyper when i'm about to go offline and yes. ahahah anyway basically what makes chelle up is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes caring LIKE SUPERDUPER CARING. Shes happy most of the times, Shes persistant, Shes hardworking, Shes sarcastic and lame, She EXTREMLY random :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i hope this is long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised im not so good at this. ahah :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALALALALALALALLALA *BREATHES* LALALALALLALALLA, LOVE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPASTAAAAAAAARRRRRZ Spongebob!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-1267063565450868362?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/1267063565450868362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=1267063565450868362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1267063565450868362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1267063565450868362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/11/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-1288963925959383538</id><published>2007-11-13T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:31:17.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotting in the rottenness of the rotten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, some title. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. But seriously, that's what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been doing all week. I've been staying at home a lot. It has its pros and cons. But it's all good. :) Anyways, i think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(classmate) will be coming over later. We've been planning that a lot of times but it always ends up not being done. I realised that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really excited for a lot of things. I'm excited for Acts this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;. I don't really know why but i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; already prepared to expect a great touch from God on that day. :) I'll be bringing friends too. Like 2 of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Not much but hey, it's a start. :) And also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so excited for New Generation which will be starting next year. We had it this year but it was honestly, really on and off. It was first led by Angel but as the weeks went by, she started getting busy, so it was dead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Then i just felt that i should do something. So we started having it again. A small group of girls. Sometimes there are 7 or 8 of us. And sometimes it's less than that. BUT ANYWAYS, we're gonna start fresh next year. For the past few days, i was really low on my self-esteem. Thinking that of all people, why did God choose me? As the days went by i wondered why. But somehow i think God spoke through &lt;strong&gt;Amanda &lt;/strong&gt;to tell me that I can do it. And how she saw that our school was going to be saved and He told her that I can do it and need to trust Him. So since then, i really felt assured that i could do it. We can all do it if we really believe that He can do it. And knowing Him, i know He always keeps His word. :) It really woke me up and touched me as well to know that my God believes in me this much to put such responsibility in the hands of someone who isn't exactly the smartest or prettiest or whatever-est person. But then i remembered that God can use just about anyone. :) If we make Him our strength, our hope, our everything.. i really think that we'd change more than just our school. :) BUT, before we step into anybody else's world, lets just step into our own. And i know my world is my SCHOOL, FRIENDS and FAMILY.  YEA MAN! I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hungry. LUNCH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU GUYS SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : Ting, i smell good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-1288963925959383538?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/1288963925959383538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=1288963925959383538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1288963925959383538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1288963925959383538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/11/rotting-in-rottenness-of-rotten.html' title='Rotting in the rottenness of the rotten.'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-1321454506663083894</id><published>2007-11-04T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:42:28.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's fool;</title><content type='html'>oh you know who you are. I just want to say thank you for being there for me to even listen to me when you yourself are annoyed or disturbed by something. Again and again, i've said this.. but we're always so busy and all, but still you make time to talk to me even if you only had a few minutes left then you'd have to rush off to somewhere. You're always assuring me that it's okay and that you're here to listen to me whenever i needed to get something out of me and i'd do the same. Obviously i mean what i say that i'd always be ready to listen whenever you need to talk just as you always are for me. :) and i just want to say that you're a champion, man! You've told me things you've went through before.. and how i sat down amazed seeing despite all that you've went through, you still stood strong. And i'm proud of you for that and everything else that you are. And i will love you the same always for who you are and that's for sure. And again, i can't promise you i'd always be there for you but i will ALWAYS ALWAYS make time for you whenever i possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are times when SOME people tease me by making me remember those happy times we had when you were here and that last goodbye we had, but really, i don't cry about it anymore. I have to say it took me a while to get the fact that we all have to move on to sink in to my brain. But instead it makes me smile just seeing you smile in those thoughts. You know why? I know it wouldn't be the end of it anyways. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heck, i still miss you so much. So i just hope that you be strong in God. That situation now, don't punish yourself for it. It's not your fault. Seek God and let Him be in control yea. :) You're gonna do just fine, not just in that but in everything that you do or going to do. I love you so so much and miss you as well. You nose digga. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I admit you didn't do it but it's too late now, isn't it? You gained yourself a "permanent" title. ;p HAHAHA! I miss those late night conversations. :P HAHHAAAHA. And once again, thank you for everything. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-1321454506663083894?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/1321454506663083894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=1321454506663083894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1321454506663083894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1321454506663083894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/11/nobodys-fool.html' title='Nobody&apos;s fool;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-3487493937366621824</id><published>2007-10-31T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:30:39.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MelozoPelozo;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RyiRbgfgC3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/yuhv5AxAeAo/s1600-h/asdasasdasd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127508077525863282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RyiRbgfgC3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/yuhv5AxAeAo/s320/asdasasdasd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to dedicate this post to Melissa Lopez. HAHAHAHAHAHA, *coughs* Mel for being my spongebob. MelozoPelozo and i have been friends since.. i dont know how many years but we never really talked that much back then. Then i started going Acts due to Soph forcing me to go (no regrets at all) so yea i started going. Then i realized that Mel was there too. So we started talking a little more. We always kept giving each other hugs and saying hi and passing by each other but never really was that close. We kept doing that all the way man. HAHAHA. Until like this month, we got much closer. She's a great person man! We can talk about the most randomest thing ever like for example; the colour YELLOW. I can't really remember how we got around to that topic but yea. HAHAHAHA. We are marshmellow crazy, we had and still have the nicknames we called each other before which is m1 and m2. :P I was m2. HAHAHA. Like i said she is great! A very talented and beautiful princess whose heart has been won by our Daddy! :) She's been through loads of tough times but still she stands strong in His name. Now thats a champion! I know you'd be reading this but i just want you to know that you're special. Even if there are times you feel weak, don't ever forget that He is our strength, shield.. basically everything. I love you just that way you are and will always accept you for who you are. :) God is gonna do something great in your life! I don't think but i KNOW it. :) SO YOU BE STRONG AND I LOVE YOU MAN! MELOZOPELOZOMELLOWBANANABOBWITHTWOFRONTTEETH! :P HAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-3487493937366621824?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/3487493937366621824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=3487493937366621824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3487493937366621824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3487493937366621824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/10/melozopelozo.html' title='MelozoPelozo;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RyiRbgfgC3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/yuhv5AxAeAo/s72-c/asdasasdasd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-2500197535217406350</id><published>2007-10-29T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:31:13.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate People;</title><content type='html'>Verse One.&lt;br /&gt;I,&lt;br /&gt;Wish i could just have one,&lt;br /&gt;Just have one more glimpse of you (glimpse of you),&lt;br /&gt;I know that i don't know you so well,&lt;br /&gt;But in His arms, i know, you will dwell&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know that i'm too late,&lt;br /&gt;But still, it won't hurt to say ..&lt;br /&gt;Chorus.&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget you ..&lt;br /&gt;You will always have a place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Verse Two.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, as i look at your pictures on the wall..&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;My heart starts to break,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that i've still got so much to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;Bridge,&lt;br /&gt;Oh i know i've got so much to say&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay ..&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're not so far away ..&lt;br /&gt;Watching me from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are almost over. it felt like years. Draggy i tell you. :( teehees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-2500197535217406350?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/2500197535217406350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=2500197535217406350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2500197535217406350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2500197535217406350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/10/desperate-people.html' title='Desperate People;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-40656101606179538</id><published>2007-10-08T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:00:44.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Need;</title><content type='html'>As I sit here and think&lt;br /&gt;About all that You've done&lt;br /&gt;About how You gave me&lt;br /&gt;Your one and only Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm trying to fathom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that You are, but so far, Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're so beyond me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fall down in reverence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fall down in fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm asking You, Lord, won't You please draw near&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't You open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;So that I can see&lt;br /&gt;The way that You are working in me&lt;br /&gt;All I need is Your love&lt;br /&gt;To come and fill this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;My heart is a desert that has gone dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I need Your love to carry me by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I need Your love to carry me by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To carry me by, by, by, by, by&lt;br /&gt;To carry me by&lt;br /&gt;I lay down my life&lt;br /&gt;And I put it before You&lt;br /&gt;All that I have to lay in Your hands&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not going to question, why You're so faithful&lt;br /&gt;Why that You give me the blessings that You do&lt;br /&gt;Let the glory be known, let the glory be shown&lt;br /&gt;I just lift You up unto the throne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-40656101606179538?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/40656101606179538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=40656101606179538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/40656101606179538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/40656101606179538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-i-need.html' title='All I Need;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-7131539625083298739</id><published>2007-10-07T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:54:05.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the nails that you bore;</title><content type='html'>you know, when Ps. Peter said that this year would be &lt;strong&gt;a year of happenings&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... well, i really agree to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-7131539625083298739?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/7131539625083298739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=7131539625083298739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/7131539625083298739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/7131539625083298739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/10/through-nails-that-you-bore.html' title='Through the nails that you bore;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-3661615785383304335</id><published>2007-10-02T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:51:04.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am To Worship;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RwJMIHFc4fI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0CrgoXFuFSg/s1600-h/amazed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116735828870881778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RwJMIHFc4fI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0CrgoXFuFSg/s320/amazed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amazed by You. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;busy busy. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything i am for Your kingdom's cause; &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-3661615785383304335?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/3661615785383304335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=3661615785383304335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3661615785383304335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3661615785383304335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-i-am-to-worship.html' title='Here I Am To Worship;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RwJMIHFc4fI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0CrgoXFuFSg/s72-c/amazed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-8206005205676391170</id><published>2007-09-23T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:42:52.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory;</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm fine. But i really need to study. HAHAHA. :) okay tata to blogging for a while. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-8206005205676391170?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/8206005205676391170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=8206005205676391170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/8206005205676391170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/8206005205676391170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/glory.html' title='Glory;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-1690422768312621584</id><published>2007-09-23T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:02:49.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A way;</title><content type='html'>i will be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for just some time. It's really out of nowhere but you can really see that i'm really slowing down in this blogging thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to just get everything in place. Everything that's been going on in me. It's complicating but its just one of those moments where you need time alone. To just stay away from everything else and work it out with God. I believe that things happen for a reason so i won't worry about what the future brings ahead of me. Cause i live for God alone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above everything else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine. really. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-1690422768312621584?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/1690422768312621584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=1690422768312621584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1690422768312621584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1690422768312621584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/way.html' title='A way;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-1721984431777146685</id><published>2007-09-20T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:25:17.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Saw Me;</title><content type='html'>I FEEL GREAT! HAHA. Beautiful night. isn't it? Gee, i'm exhausted. Okay, so i never really did much except hog the computer. As usual, i went to school. It was fine. So yea, the whole afternoon on the computer. Well not really. I spent time in my room too. Was reading the Bible. Luke chapter 14. About the parable of the lost sheep and the lost coin. :) Hahaha, its really an amazing sight to see all the angels in heaven rejoicing over just &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;person who repented and received salvation. Really! Love it! Okay, i can't really remember what time but i think at around 3+, San called me up asking if she was really able to come over. I was being sarcastic and said no and she really believed. HAHA. Sadness. But anyways, she said she'd be over at around 4.30. So i just hung around in my room just playing the guitar forgettiing to go down and wait for her. I forgot that she also didn't have credit to misscall me when she arrived. So i just dilly-dallied playing the guitar. Okay, i was happily playing until i looked up and saw someone peeking at the door with big glassy eyes, grinning. I got freaked out and jumped a little. HAHAHA. I assume that my aunt let her in. She looked pretty tired. Poor her. But anyways, we went to the computer room and i burned for her the Saviour King album while she was copying and pasting the lyrics. And at the same time we just talked. Miss having those long long talks with her. HAHAHA. She's an amazing girl who has a big heart. :) WOO! Anyways, Ange is leaving tomorrow. *sighs* oh wells. Hope i'd be able to see her off tomorrow. GONNA MISS HER! :) ANYWAYS, i've got to go. SEE YA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-1721984431777146685?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/1721984431777146685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=1721984431777146685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1721984431777146685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1721984431777146685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-saw-me.html' title='You Saw Me;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-9024310317031363139</id><published>2007-09-19T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:40:50.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Faithful;</title><content type='html'>I am now blogging because i do not understand what SOME PEOPLE are talking about in this group convo. From animals to fruits..then back to animals with a little bit of Harry Potter and now ponies. Hmm. I actually feel dead tired. :S Bev is.. somewhere. HAHA. Well. so far school has been keeping me pretty busy all day which is great by the way. It keeps me off the computer. Been hogging the computer throughout the holiday and now this! Bad bad. Been trying to read the Bible more. I mean i do read but not enough. Hahaha seriously. I usually read like.. few paragraphs like at least 3 to 4 of it. HEHEHEHEHE. I don't really know what plans i have for tomorrow. But definitely no practices i think. Might be going out i guess. If San comes over, then yea i won't go out. Hahaha. :D ANYWAYS, got to go. :) SEE YOU PEOPLE! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-9024310317031363139?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/9024310317031363139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=9024310317031363139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/9024310317031363139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/9024310317031363139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-are-faithful.html' title='You Are Faithful;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-7324841874245866110</id><published>2007-09-16T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:36:44.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Freedom;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Ru0xUTfZNeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/h9zWy2XHF2Q/s1600-h/stand.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110795377034474978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Ru0xUTfZNeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/h9zWy2XHF2Q/s320/stand.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-7324841874245866110?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/7324841874245866110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=7324841874245866110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/7324841874245866110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/7324841874245866110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-your-freedom.html' title='In Your Freedom;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Ru0xUTfZNeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/h9zWy2XHF2Q/s72-c/stand.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-2165730077466355190</id><published>2007-09-15T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:01:12.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Of Lords;</title><content type='html'>Okie. To continue what happened yesterday. After service, me, my brother, Miko and Jem, Derek, Sam and lots of other people turned the lights off and played Hide and Seek. Well the girls didn't play so we sat down at a corner of the room and sat really REALLY still. It was funny cause Jem and Miko came to our spot and hide. HAHA. So after that me, my brother and Kevin went to the Mall to meet up with Ting, Diana and some others too. They were a bit late cause they had to go back to AC2 to pick something up. :P So we went up to see Soph. Then Ting messaged me to tell me that they were in Xplorer. So we went down and yes, we spent lots of time there..doing maths. Seriously, i should learn how to count money fast before i go overseas. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, then San finally came. She was wearing this really pretty bangles given by her dad. Rawr. HAHA. So we walked, hand in hand, talking and laughing all the way. HAHAHA. Then me, San and Ting did the speed walk or what we call "Singaporean walk". Well, almost fell because San ran. HAHA. Okay at first i dared San to whistle at some people. But she couldn't &lt;em&gt;whistle. - -" &lt;/em&gt;So i asked her to PSST at some guys near mcdonalds but she said she'd only do that if i walk like a duck. Really REALLY walk like a duck. So yea, i gave up then. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell down again, crossing over to go to Excapade. Ting, i can walk okay. HAHAHA. Just was really clumsy. ;D So we reached there and ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay as being said, here are the pictures. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110409199345022210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuvSFzfZNQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-2UGCMsgogM/s320/DSC03481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Introducing..*ahems* Chef Shaun.. now to dear readers..please try repeating Chef Shaun as many times as you can in a fast speed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110410101288154386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuvS6TfZNRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/s-bhjhj3en8/s320/DSC03483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ting bit herself. Now tell me, what does that look like? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110411909469386018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuvUjjfZNSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LqKXd9PCmDA/s320/DSC03486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ting's &lt;em&gt;failing &lt;/em&gt;attempt to look surprise. Looks more like dramatic-sad-shocked. HAHA. Babi. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110412764167877938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuvVVTfZNTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1HoOtNmZHWM/s320/DSC03490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone &lt;/em&gt;wanted to eat before Angeline came. HAHAHAHA. Well, couldn't really blame her. We were all starving anyways. But we still waited. :) But after a while, we couldn't take it. So we decided to start first. So Ting said grace. HAHAHA. Then after a while.. Angeline finally came. We were suppose to hide under the table to suprise her. But the waitress was too busy to help us to see whether she was coming or not. :P So nevermind. HAHAHA. Since Angeline hasn't said grace yet. Ting tried to recall what she said earlier and say it again. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's orange. I don't think i can ever hammer in this Japanese names of food. But this is good. *rawr*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110413455657612610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuvV9jfZNUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/r5MlvyfKajc/s320/DSC03491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ting was trying to take picture of something but i called her to look at my direction. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110414069837935954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuvWhTfZNVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HmgEArnTlB4/s320/DSC03492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Angeline's gift from all of us. Oh its glowing which tells us it is the 'chosen' one.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, thats just the flash of Ting's camera, i think. She is shaking it and wondering what is inside. She assumed it was a shoe box. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110415036205577570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuvXZjfZNWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/76DNmltV6H4/s320/DSC03493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still wondering what is inside. A bomb, maybe? *teet..teet..teet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110416230206485874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuvYfDfZNXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DRH4tQqQwrk/s320/DSC03494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Opening..and i think she finally saw what it was. HAHA. Yes..it's the one and only...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110416883041514882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuvZFDfZNYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UJULG-xLxPo/s320/DSC03495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alarm clock. But NOT JUST ANY alarm clock but a RADIO alarm clock. It's really cool. :D So if she jetlags..she still has that. And she can wake up every morning to a joyful and merry jingle. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110417703380268434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuvZ0zfZNZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h9w8LBy8lKQ/s320/DSC03496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110421787894166946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuvdijfZNaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8deINmeisfg/s320/DSC03497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110422724197037490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuveZDfZNbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8c4WdYylP7M/s320/DSC03498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110423566010627522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuvfKDfZNcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/c658gHS08IM/s320/DSC03499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. I am not obsessed with her but it's hard not to take pictures of her because we were sitting face to face. HAHAHAHA. Desmond couldn't stop taking picture of all of us. HAHA. With his super huge camera which flashes the deadliest flash i've ever seen in my entire life. HAHA. We could use that as a weapon to just blind people's eyes. HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110424888860554706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuvgXDfZNdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TJTW4bMbJbI/s320/DSC03500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't really remember why she did this. HAHAHA. But Ange, i don't think you'd ever read this. :P But i really hope you enjoyed that night. :D I'm gonna miss you lots. I really wanted to cry before i left. HAHAHA. Even though you ain't going yet. But i'm gonna miss you! I wish you all the best in UK, honey bunch. ;) LOVE YOU! We shall never forget that dance we had with Jasmine in your room during Extraordinary Camp yes? HAHAHAHA. *dances*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-2165730077466355190?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/2165730077466355190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=2165730077466355190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2165730077466355190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2165730077466355190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/lord-of-lords.html' title='Lord Of Lords;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RuvSFzfZNQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-2UGCMsgogM/s72-c/DSC03481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-6251573917654892578</id><published>2007-09-15T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:32:04.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Mystery;</title><content type='html'>Woo. Yesterday was a tiring day. HAHA. Went to Acts as usual! ;) Service was really awesome. Jeremy was preaching. It was amazing! Both humorous and impacting. Praise and worship was awesome too! We messed up a little bit with the chords but it was still really good cause we knew we were giving our all. :) The service was about &lt;strong&gt;How to truly please God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why we should please God with all our hearts is because He is our &lt;em&gt;Creator&lt;/em&gt;. And He gave us all a purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR TYPES OF PEOPLE WE SHOULD LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strangers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;People in authority (teachers, leaders, basically someone who's older than you.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parents &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some kids, they're always fighting with their parents. Screaming..shouting at each other. It's either the parent's or the kid's fault. But to undergo the Christian life under God's &lt;em&gt;amazing &lt;/em&gt;love, it doesn't matter who's fault it is. God gives us the power to forgive people. A lot of us, we still hold grudges against the people who did something bad to you. Not just parents. God wants us to love our neighbours as we love &lt;strong&gt;OURSELVES&lt;/strong&gt;. So if you don't love yourself, then how can you love people? :) We are forgiven by Jesus dying on the cross for us so that we can also learn how to forgive. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, it may be tough to let go of that grudge or burden that has been along with you for so long. But God gives us the power to forgive if only you're willing to ask for it. :) I am naturally a forgiving person, honestly. And I thank God for that gift. And knowing God, He'd also give you that gift. Just receive Him and watch Him at work. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will post pictures later. Cause i have to go out soon. HEHEHE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you guys. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-6251573917654892578?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/6251573917654892578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=6251573917654892578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/6251573917654892578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/6251573917654892578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-mystery.html' title='In The Mystery;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-4602288167370187279</id><published>2007-09-13T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:26:32.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Of Difference;</title><content type='html'>In response to dear &lt;strong&gt;Pau Pei&lt;/strong&gt;, i shall make my statement clear. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You are a chicken pimper and an egg sucker as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a copycat by the way. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. I'll be more serious. But seriously man, you are a copycat. HAHAHAHA. Okay i'm just kidding. Anyways, 10 years down the memory lane with you. Honestly, it was great. We've had our ups and downs like most friends. I think we've had lots of really REALLY &lt;strong&gt;STUPID &lt;/strong&gt;fights before and to think about it right now, it was profoundly pointless. But well, we're so much better now aren't we. :D It's been a real pleasure being your friend yo. Keep waiting on God and keep believe that He's gonna work a miracle in your life. I know what you're going through but let us leave Him at work. ;) Don't ever stop praising His name! Cause He is worthy and deserves every single praise and worship we give. :) HEHEHE! C o p y c a t :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOU! Can't wait to see God's plans for you unfold more and more. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-4602288167370187279?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/4602288167370187279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=4602288167370187279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/4602288167370187279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/4602288167370187279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/point-of-difference.html' title='Point Of Difference;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-8654206332930771036</id><published>2007-09-12T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:33:38.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Free;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RufXtTfZNPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IZK1CxP7qmE/s1600-h/desktop.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109289475601151218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RufXtTfZNPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IZK1CxP7qmE/s320/desktop.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This actually made me reconsider about the colour green. :D I'm starting to like it. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO PEOPLE! (: Really. Nothing much as been really going on. Just enjoying the comfort of my home and living day by day for my one and only King. ;) But most probably will be going out tomorrow for &lt;strong&gt;worship practice &lt;/strong&gt;at around 5. FINALLY! I have been staying home for the whole holiday. Finally going out! School is starting soon. I really need to get off my lazy little butt and start working off for the finals. It's actually really hard to make studying a habit. But i'm still trying to improve on it. :S And lately i have been sleeping late. Like, really late. For example. I slept at 5+ this morning and woke up at around 10+ ;). I was talking to &lt;strong&gt;Bev&lt;/strong&gt;. And i talked to her until i got tired. Hahaha. Today, i'm gonna make sure i get into bed early! Okay at least not until 5! I think my mom wakes up at 6! :S I can't imagine if i stayed a little longer. She'd kill me! Okay. Things i'll need to do tomorrow! (Lately i've been forgetting what the next day's plan will be.. and i think i was suppose to go out today but i didn't and know why? KNOW WHY? &lt;em&gt;i forgot&lt;/em&gt; - -") :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do mobile wallpaper for Melvin (who has been waiting patiently for weeks for it. SO SORRY)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Again, worship practice at 5.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice more on maths. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, before i go. Here is something. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Faddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VISIT this. He is currently writing a story called &lt;strong&gt;C.H.I.C.K.S&lt;/strong&gt;. Full abbreviation is Cheesy Hyper Intelligent Childish Krispy Sushi. Okay, fad, whoever came up with this.. - -" &lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU&lt;/strong&gt;! This story is cute. HAHAHAHA. Though it sounds a little bit weird but it's pretty cool. :D GO READ! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Fad, i should get paid.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-8654206332930771036?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/8654206332930771036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=8654206332930771036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/8654206332930771036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/8654206332930771036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/break-free.html' title='Break Free;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RufXtTfZNPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IZK1CxP7qmE/s72-c/desktop.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-893047972259918772</id><published>2007-09-11T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:19:08.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking out the window;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pau Pei pimps &lt;s&gt;people&lt;/s&gt; CHICKENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See PP! You wanted me to take it down. Oh i took it down alright! ;D Now you pimping chickens! Just like you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! At least it ain't people! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a step down isn't it? HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-893047972259918772?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/893047972259918772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=893047972259918772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/893047972259918772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/893047972259918772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/looking-out-window.html' title='Looking out the window;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-1066099050051437481</id><published>2007-09-11T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T16:59:07.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For every smile;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm looking out the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Where we sat to watch the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There's a chill within the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It makes my heart long for your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You may be miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But as I kneel to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I see the same side of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That we'll be looking on when the world turns blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And know that time and space can't come between me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We share the same side of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And though you'll never see all my tears shine through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I know I can't be that far from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If we're both looking on the same side of the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I picture you across the oceansIn your corner of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I pray the wind will blow my voiceAnd gently whisper in your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Your night may be my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And though the seasons change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's still the same side of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That we'll be looking on when the world turns blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And know that time and space can't come between me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We share the same side of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And though you'll never see all my tears shine through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I know I can't be that far from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If we're both looking on the same side of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I know I can't be that far from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If we're both looking on the same side of the moon&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/8012892014314660630-1066099050051437481?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/1066099050051437481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=1066099050051437481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1066099050051437481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1066099050051437481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-every-smile.html' title='For every smile;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-87648026658366356</id><published>2007-09-11T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:30:02.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Grace;</title><content type='html'>I am shocked that I can come up with so many song titles without looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay i did kind of looked because that's the song i'm listening to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 4.30+ this morning. I feel fine though. HEHEHE. &lt;em&gt;Someone&lt;/em&gt; is currently sleeping now cause is only 3.23 a.m there. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is great! &lt;em&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though the cost was Your beloved for me ; still You made a way. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-87648026658366356?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/87648026658366356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=87648026658366356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/87648026658366356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/87648026658366356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/saving-grace.html' title='Saving Grace;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-8698277942688572991</id><published>2007-09-10T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:16:06.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have never walked on water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felt the waves beneath my feet but&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At your Word, Lord &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ll receive Your faith &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To walk on oceans deep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I remember how You found me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In that very same place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All my failing surely would've drowned me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But You made a way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my freedom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus you’re the reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m kneeling again at Your throne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where would I be without You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here in my life, here in my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have said that all the heavens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing for joy at one who finds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way to freedom, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth of Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bought from death into His life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I remember how You saw me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through the eyes of Your grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And though the &lt;strong&gt;cost&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;Your beloved&lt;/strong&gt; for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still&lt;/strong&gt; You made a &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This song perfectly describes what i feel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-8698277942688572991?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/8698277942688572991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=8698277942688572991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/8698277942688572991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/8698277942688572991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-never-walked-on-water-felt-waves.html' title='Freedom;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-9117120981593869240</id><published>2007-09-09T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:51:21.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indifferent;</title><content type='html'>Okay. I can't stand it. Hillsong's &lt;strong&gt;All Of The Above &lt;/strong&gt;album is really REALLY addictive. I love the &lt;strong&gt;Savior King &lt;/strong&gt;album too. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;God be the solution;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour Your love down to &lt;strong&gt;break&lt;/strong&gt; this world indifferent;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-9117120981593869240?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/9117120981593869240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=9117120981593869240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/9117120981593869240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/9117120981593869240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay.html' title='Indifferent;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-6451398020574202290</id><published>2007-09-09T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T16:48:35.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restored;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;thank You for &lt;strong&gt;restoring&lt;/strong&gt; back that &lt;strong&gt;joy&lt;/strong&gt; i have in You ; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-6451398020574202290?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/6451398020574202290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=6451398020574202290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/6451398020574202290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/6451398020574202290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/restored.html' title='Restored;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-3926962656042755158</id><published>2007-09-09T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T14:51:18.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengenal Mu;</title><content type='html'>Wee. Holidays have finally taken its place and lately, i've been waking up really late. I don't know why. Usually I'd wake up early, like REALLY early on holidays. But today i woke up at around 12.10p.m. It's strange. But oh wells. :D Got to talk to &lt;strong&gt;Bev ♥&lt;/strong&gt; this morning. Got to catch up with her and all. Just like we promised. Miss her loads! &lt;3 Yes bev, will get a webcam and talk to you soon. :P Okay, so i'm really clueless of what to do for this holidays. But i really really need to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go shopping! Need more clothes! *_*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch up with friends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend even more time with God. Really.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Especially the last one. I really need to spend more time with Him. I mean I've been reading the Bible and all but i feel something missing. I mean i can do all those but there is one question to really consider ..&lt;strong&gt; is it really from the heart&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Daddy, I'm so sorry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. I'm off to do my quiet time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss my song book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lot. :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-3926962656042755158?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/3926962656042755158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=3926962656042755158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3926962656042755158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3926962656042755158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/mengenal-mu.html' title='Mengenal Mu;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-4677531002786949941</id><published>2007-09-08T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:03:12.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption;</title><content type='html'>bev, just so you know, I HAVE A FREAKING PUNY PIMPLE UNDER MY NOSE. :( HAHAHA. Who does this remind me of now hmm? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-4677531002786949941?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/4677531002786949941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=4677531002786949941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/4677531002786949941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/4677531002786949941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/redemption.html' title='Redemption;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-864972730874456901</id><published>2007-09-08T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T16:13:47.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redeemer;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When my world was in &lt;em&gt;darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;spoke &lt;/strong&gt;Your word&lt;br /&gt;Night &lt;strong&gt;turn&lt;/strong&gt; into day&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;strong&gt;beauty&lt;/strong&gt; fills this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my world stood in &lt;em&gt;silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;fill&lt;/strong&gt; my heart with &lt;em&gt;songs&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever&lt;/strong&gt; I will praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that the universe&lt;br /&gt;Could not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;withhold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Your glory&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;choose&lt;/strong&gt; to live in me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so amazed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I worship You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;My life in You &lt;strong&gt;restored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make it Your sanctuary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;nobody&lt;/strong&gt; else&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;faithful&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorious Lord&lt;br /&gt;All my life it is You i adore&lt;br /&gt;You touch my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Completed&lt;/strong&gt; my world i surrender to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss you ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-864972730874456901?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/864972730874456901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=864972730874456901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/864972730874456901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/864972730874456901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/redeemer.html' title='Redeemer;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-7507542138657498358</id><published>2007-09-06T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:00:24.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed By You</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/k-ZtuLT5Rx/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/k-ZtuLT5Rx/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;officially in love with this song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-7507542138657498358?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/7507542138657498358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=7507542138657498358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/7507542138657498358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/7507542138657498358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/amazed-by-you.html' title='Amazed By You'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-3243375880255854961</id><published>2007-09-06T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:50:35.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is impossible for you;</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt;, You should be an Art major! How bohemian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'58'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm.. just what i thought. HAHAHAHA &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-3243375880255854961?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/3243375880255854961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=3243375880255854961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3243375880255854961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3243375880255854961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/nothing-is-impossible-for-you.html' title='Nothing is impossible for you;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-3929754270769050376</id><published>2007-09-06T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:46:16.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosanna;</title><content type='html'>Dear dear, so exhausted. Had cleaning campaign as always, it happens on the last day of school. Swept the hall and class. And when i was done, this was what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106926654050085362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rt9yu_ShKfI/AAAAAAAAACI/VbZfIFF863Q/s320/DSC03444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My seriously cacat shoes. - -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106927508748577282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rt9zgvShKgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/57yg6Jtd4_I/s320/DSC03445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106927732086876690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rt9ztvShKhI/AAAAAAAAACY/POqPuL_cE_w/s320/DSC03448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, i am an alien. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106927938245306914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rt9z5vShKiI/AAAAAAAAACg/eKV9nUwoqBk/s320/DSC03451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and ying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106928333382298162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rt90QvShKjI/AAAAAAAAACo/fkpY28mwgF4/s320/DSC03454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know whose finger is that but i'm gonna kill that person. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106928758584060482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rt90pfShKkI/AAAAAAAAACw/z9XQZLQwfAw/s320/DSC03456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A much cacated star. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am now back home. No plans today. Finally. &lt;em&gt;Rest&lt;/em&gt;. I've been going out so much. Been sleeping late due to a certain &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; whom i dearly miss right now. Went to see my Bumblebee off yesterday. LOVE YOU! :) Pictures! Pictures! &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106930223167908434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rt91-vShKlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yZMT8Jg9x3Y/s320/DSC03425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gette and Bev&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106930579650194018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rt92TfShKmI/AAAAAAAAADA/YFcDUCJmC6Y/s320/DSC03426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Derek and Shaun having their "moment". HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106930957607316082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rt92pfShKnI/AAAAAAAAADI/noQbH6wlKEM/s320/DSC03427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bev and I &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106931898205153922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rt93gPShKoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8jgwdaUMe30/s320/DSC03428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bev and I again. :) &lt;3&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106936210352319122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rt97bPShKpI/AAAAAAAAADY/VXjsVP7ac-c/s320/DSC03436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After all that "SHUSHHH" , you finally agree to this. HAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wish you all the best, bev! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know i love you. :) Always will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your chilli pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-3929754270769050376?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/3929754270769050376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=3929754270769050376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3929754270769050376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3929754270769050376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/hosanna.html' title='Hosanna;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rt9yu_ShKfI/AAAAAAAAACI/VbZfIFF863Q/s72-c/DSC03444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-3558674602393246506</id><published>2007-09-05T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:34:23.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exalted;</title><content type='html'>bev, i'll do whatever it takes to get there. :) promise. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-3558674602393246506?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/3558674602393246506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=3558674602393246506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3558674602393246506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3558674602393246506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/exalted.html' title='Exalted;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-945414930896621397</id><published>2007-09-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:58:12.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate People;</title><content type='html'>It is 12.29 AM now. Bev, i hope you're doing okay. HAHA. I know you're tired. *HUGS* &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;. :S Again, wish you all the best bev dearie &lt;3 :D I promise to be there okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday, i obviously went to school. :) There was a fire drill. Everyone looked blur. HAHAHA. Got some papers back, not so happy with it. Cause i believe i can do so so much better. By the way, &lt;strong&gt;Bev, &lt;/strong&gt;you're always mentioned in my posts. AHAHAHAHA. I guess this wouldn't be long. But all i wanna say is that . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My God is AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-945414930896621397?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/945414930896621397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=945414930896621397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/945414930896621397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/945414930896621397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/desperate-people.html' title='Desperate People;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-1904181703928058198</id><published>2007-09-03T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:00:58.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to Bev;</title><content type='html'>To bevvy dear, i dedicate this ONE WHOLE POST to you. HAHAHA. FEEL SPECIAL OKAY! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how God got us closer at such a time when you are just so close to leaving but thank God we actually got to meet! I think it all started when you came over to SAS for some reason. And we bumped in the library. How that day brightened up each other's days. Then came the MSN. HAHA. Worship practices. Just being able to spend time joking and teasing you. :) I may not have known you all my life but i have to admit, i've drawn so much closer to you these past few weeks. I don't want to write this post to make you cry about it or make you miss me more ;P. But just to show you that i've really appreciated your companion and your friendship as both a friend and a sister. :) Thank you for always brightening up my days with just your silliness, your smiles and your laughter (very contagious). Also thank you for not making me feel like a puny ant cause of our age difference. :P HAHAHA. For reassuring me that we will not end it all even after you go. Yes, it's painful to see you go but also i am so excited for you and so happy for you that you're gonna experience so many new things. I'm so excited to see what God will bring forth in your life and what a powerful and strong woman of God, you are gonna be as you grow. I can't wait! :) There is nothing our God can't do! So you, have faith and believe in yourself and be a light wherever you go. :D I'll be here too if you need someone just as how you'd be there for me too. :) You are really special, Bev. Don't you ever forget that. Don't be afraid of what is out there cause God will ALWAYS be with you okay! Just as i will be here for you too! :) Thank God, you bring webcam. HAHAHA. At least can see you! :D Someone got pimple under her nose. HAHAHA!!!!!! :x But anyways, i love you so so so so so so so so much. :) &lt;333&lt;strong&gt;BEVERLY JOANNE LEONG WEI LI&lt;/strong&gt;! I won't forget you and that is a promise for sure. :) I don't think i can ever forget you. HAHA. Can't even spell &lt;em&gt;tagboard&lt;/em&gt; right. HAHAHA. Shamee~ :P God bless you my dear! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105961703747693026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RtwFHfShKeI/AAAAAAAAACA/ahq14fAj_s8/s320/DSC03340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105941233933560274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rtvyf_ShKdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/n_Af0QV9BKA/s320/DSC02481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105938738557561234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RtvwOvShKZI/AAAAAAAAABY/7YSw5xaFUo8/s320/DSC01685.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105939103629781410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rtvwj_ShKaI/AAAAAAAAABg/d5LAXNsb-Us/s320/DSC03339.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105939322673113522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RtvwwvShKbI/AAAAAAAAABo/dXSaMbCdCiM/s320/DSC03342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I still like this picture. HAHAHAHA. EMO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105939992688011714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RtvxXvShKcI/AAAAAAAAABw/8vy0S3Kavt8/s320/DSC03344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bev, please don't kill me. HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Please don't cry reading this. HAHA. This should be happy. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-1904181703928058198?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/1904181703928058198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=1904181703928058198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1904181703928058198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/1904181703928058198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-bev.html' title='to Bev;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RtwFHfShKeI/AAAAAAAAACA/ahq14fAj_s8/s72-c/DSC03340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-7553795486958929052</id><published>2007-09-03T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:17:27.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solution;</title><content type='html'>I just can't help but thinking ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs.Manik is gonna have my head on a silver platter if she ever sees this blog. There are bound to be mistakes.... somewhere. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-7553795486958929052?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/7553795486958929052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=7553795486958929052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/7553795486958929052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/7553795486958929052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/solution.html' title='Solution;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-4854437210436110408</id><published>2007-09-03T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T19:24:42.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Of Majesty;</title><content type='html'>Good morning! :D Felt like blogging. Just came back from school just now. Had my art exam. I had to draw a driftwood. I kind of killed it a bit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Was drawing the driftwood with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nadhirah&lt;/span&gt; and Michelle T. Fooled around with Michelle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; then she took out her notebook full of quotes. &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD &lt;/strong&gt;quotes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. I remembered one. "&lt;em&gt;I want it all. I want it delivered&lt;/em&gt;." I was like huh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. But i found one that really meant a lot to me. It really relates to me in every single areas of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105816297629886834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RtuA3vShKXI/AAAAAAAAABI/tK9x90D80kk/s320/sufficient.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's true. All these feelings; emptiness, loneliness, brokenness. Really they all lead straight back to the God of all creations. :) They will always find a point in their lives where they need God. Some may not know it which really sucks. :S &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-4854437210436110408?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/4854437210436110408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=4854437210436110408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/4854437210436110408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/4854437210436110408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/king-of-majesty.html' title='King Of Majesty;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RtuA3vShKXI/AAAAAAAAABI/tK9x90D80kk/s72-c/sufficient.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-2380993091259352778</id><published>2007-09-02T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:28:41.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion;</title><content type='html'>I really hate to see friends go. I really really do. But i really thank God for &lt;strong&gt;Ting&lt;/strong&gt; who made me feel a lot better after crying so badly. That maybe seeing people go isn't at all a bad thing. That it helps to strengthen yourself to move on in life but at the same time have faith in the friend that leaves to go abroad. See Ting, i told you. A superhero. HAHA. Love you. Really, i've been asking my friends if they are studying abroad and when are they leaving and realized that most of them are leaving &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;soon. It's painful to be so attached to someone not long ago and knowing they'd be leaving in just a few days. But one day, i'm gonna have to do that too. For now, i shall wait patiently on my Daddy to see what He has for me. But i still can't help to wonder, &lt;em&gt;what am i gonna do after all this? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RANDOM pictures. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105589982918158626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RtqzCfShKSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TkUw8A5ZnMA/s320/DSC03335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to miss these two people. Incase you are wondering who they are. That is Des and the unlucky girl thats being pressed to the cupboard is dear Bev. Believe me, Des was like a police that night. HAHAHA. And thats Richmond staring at them . Who will appear now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105590893451225394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rtqz3fShKTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1YHR3_g7e1I/s320/DSC03337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure they feel the love. HAHAHA. How amusing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105591344422791490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rtq0RvShKUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/r7ksXutkkEs/s320/DSC03246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A superhero. HAHA. Who &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; does love to cari pasal. But secretly loves to help people which makes her a superhero. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105592027322591570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rtq05fShKVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LxO0ZGLgl7o/s320/DSC03260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The girl who has a garden with almost anything in it which looks somewhat, like a jungle. I miss you. &lt;3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND LASTLY,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105592684452587874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/Rtq1fvShKWI/AAAAAAAAABA/5FzSYnj2cAg/s320/DSC03340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bev. I LOVE YOU! Will treasure every moment i had with you. :) Especially the webcams. HAHAHAHA. Nose. HAHAHAHA. &lt;p&gt;There you go! :D Anyways, currently talking to &lt;strong&gt;Superhero &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Bev&lt;/strong&gt;! Catch you guys later! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come Holy Spirit, fall in this place .. i need more and more of You ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-2380993091259352778?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/2380993091259352778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=2380993091259352778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2380993091259352778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2380993091259352778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/compassion.html' title='Compassion;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RtqzCfShKSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TkUw8A5ZnMA/s72-c/DSC03335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-8002418572032539145</id><published>2007-09-01T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T19:11:57.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And with the heavens we declare;</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty lost. I've forgotten what i was suppose to do. After that &lt;em&gt;incident, &lt;/em&gt;i went completely blank. Like amnesia. I had a pretty rough day in school. I need &lt;em&gt;really need&lt;/em&gt; to stop relying on friends too much. I mean, of course at times you can, but not all the time. I love my friends very much. Maybe you can relate to them on almost anything. But not &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;. Never everything. It's pointless waiting half dead for them to come along and finally asking what was wrong. And it's useless waiting for them at a time you need them most and you know they wouldn't be there. I was tired and down. It was pretty much a mixed feeling. I didn't know what i was doing. I think it was during break time, i was alone in class. Really peaceful and quiet (thank God). I laid my head on the table and just talked to God. Basically telling Him what has been bothering me. Then for some reason, i don't really know if it's just me. I just felt something. And i just saw Jesus. Gosh, He was beautiful. And i saw Him hugging this girl who was so desperate for comfort. It was me. I felt peace. When we rely on God for everything, even the smallest situations there could ever be, He will offer you His hand to walk through it all. Awesome God! And something else happened that brightened up my day too, HAHA, i was waiting for my car to drive nearer to the pavement. And i was still a bit tired and was looking down on the ground. Then suddenly this loud. Wait--scratch that. &lt;strong&gt;VERY LOUD&lt;/strong&gt; voice shouted at me from a car. "HI MICHELLE!". I got a little bit freaked out and i looked up. I saw &lt;strong&gt;Bernard&lt;/strong&gt;. Dang, he was loud. HAHA. I was really happy. I mean, he is my CG leader and my friend. :) Onion boy. HAHAHA. Seeing anyone from the ACTS family ANYWHERE can really brighten my day up. :) &lt;strong&gt;ACTS29 &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt; God works in the strangest yet the most amazing ways. It could be just anything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;above everything else, &lt;strong&gt;it's all about Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;took this picture on a random day in the bus on the way home from AC2 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105191525917206802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RtlIpPShKRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TyAAAvGPElM/s320/DSC02786-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No photoshop. No blending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just pure &lt;strong&gt;beauty&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-8002418572032539145?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/8002418572032539145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=8002418572032539145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/8002418572032539145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/8002418572032539145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-with-heavens-we-declare.html' title='And with the heavens we declare;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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/_eFzgxgNK0c8/RtlIpPShKRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TyAAAvGPElM/s72-c/DSC02786-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012892014314660630.post-5431572626729293994</id><published>2007-08-31T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T16:03:28.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The precious blood of Jesus Christ redeems;</title><content type='html'>YES! Finally back home. finally able to rest. Really tired. &lt;strong&gt;Friendship Connection &lt;/strong&gt;was awesome. Met lots of new people and also those who i have not seen in a while. It was over all pretty good. I had a weird start in the morning. Well was just talking to Bev about what we'd wear till i realised. I DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO WEAR! Was supposed to dress up all funky. So i raided my closet. Yes i found some stuff but wasn't complete. I NEEDED SHOES! So bev just told me to bring what i've got and we'd figure out what to do at AC2. So silly me, i packed so many things, like.. 3 skirts, 1 top, 1 pair of sneakers, 1 high heels. Stuffed EVERYTHING in one puny bag (i know, really silly). I felt like as if i was running away from home. BUT I wasn't. Really. Reached AC2 at around 10.40. Saw Bernie on the way up and Ting was already upstairs busy with her laptop. And YOU KNOW WHAT SHE DID. &lt;em&gt;She made me take a mop and cleaned up this puddle of water which came out of nowhere.&lt;/em&gt; HAHA sorry ting, just kidding. WASN'T COMPLAINING! :D You know i love you. HAHA. But anyways to just cut the story short, everything went great. :) The guest speaker Ev. James Singh was humorous and really awesome. :) SHOTONG. HAHAHA. Yay. There's school tomorrow and i really wouldn't like to go. :( But i have to. Might be sleeping over at Bev's tomorrow. :) HEHEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to Bev and Des, who will be leaving for UK soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, i'm really tired. But i will just leave a lyric here. A very impacting one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Know Your Name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The precious blood of Jesus Christ redeems,&lt;br /&gt;Forgiven i’m alive, restored set free.&lt;br /&gt;Your majesty resides inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Forever i believe.&lt;br /&gt;Forever i believe.&lt;br /&gt;Arrested by your truth and righteousness&lt;br /&gt;Your grace has overwhelmed my brokenness&lt;br /&gt;Convicted by Your spirit, led by Your word&lt;br /&gt;Your love will never fail&lt;br /&gt;Your love will never fail&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause i know You gave,&lt;br /&gt;The world Your only son for us&lt;br /&gt;To know Your name,&lt;br /&gt;To live within the Saviour's love&lt;br /&gt;And He took my place,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing He’d be crucified&lt;br /&gt;And You loved&lt;br /&gt;You loved,&lt;br /&gt;A people undeserving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-5431572626729293994?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/5431572626729293994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=5431572626729293994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/5431572626729293994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/5431572626729293994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/08/precious-blood-of-jesus-christ-redeems.html' title='The precious blood of Jesus Christ redeems;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-3218694895751834437</id><published>2007-08-29T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:24:38.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Draw Me Closer;</title><content type='html'>I found the &lt;strong&gt;place&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Caught in open arms&lt;br /&gt;When love's embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mends&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;em&gt;broken&lt;/em&gt; heart&lt;br /&gt;Here I will stay for all my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draw me closer&lt;br /&gt;Draw me closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/35k_3Dgzqp/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/35k_3Dgzqp/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-3218694895751834437?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/3218694895751834437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=3218694895751834437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3218694895751834437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/3218694895751834437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/08/draw-me-closer.html' title='Draw Me Closer;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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-8012892014314660630.post-2090280618918298021</id><published>2007-08-29T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:54:51.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Savior King;</title><content type='html'>i am a very happy person. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012892014314660630-2090280618918298021?l=mysaviorking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/feeds/2090280618918298021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012892014314660630&amp;postID=2090280618918298021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2090280618918298021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012892014314660630/posts/default/2090280618918298021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaviorking.blogspot.com/2007/08/savior-king.html' title='Savior King;'/><author><name>m.†</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07091197616298285883</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>
