<?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-5414763020916569882</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:43:50.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To live is Christ and to die is gain</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-3938231789865423418</id><published>2011-07-15T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T12:26:16.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presuppositions</title><content type='html'>We always assume.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought the world is always as it is, and that's where disappointment often shows it's fullest sense. We often seek fantasies to replace the reality, and we failed miserably. We want this and that, if things doesn't go our way, we say that our lives are meaningless. It's just like another wisp of smoke disappearing in thin air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did we know that the total subjectivity of our thoughts and feelings inside us doesn't change the objectivity outside of us in the world, not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Histories are histories, you can't change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the very fact that histories has changed us could stand true also, when we say that we are defined and prepared by the past, it's when the objectivity of the past has become subjective inside of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is just so perfectly imperfect. We cannot assume it's perfect. Time will come when we will question ourselves again our reason to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In spite of that, who knows it all? Are we to say that our lives are destined by us? We will never know what will happen in the future. But no matter how much our we think internally, we can't change the external which is destined from beginning to the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food for thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-3938231789865423418?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/3938231789865423418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2011/07/presuppositions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/3938231789865423418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/3938231789865423418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2011/07/presuppositions.html' title='Presuppositions'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-2859704305504721533</id><published>2011-05-10T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:27:04.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Before we were born again, we were dead in our trespasses but alive in this world. But when were born again, we were made alive in Christ and dead to this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I was constantly bombarded with lots of stuffs here, and it often it seemed that I have no place to hide. In places like here where people worshiped their own success and achievements, it's easy to be enticed away from God, because all of us somehow has tendencies to follow our own way without God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"  &gt;Faith is always being challenged, it can be tiring sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I realized that being a Christian is actually being 'weird' to the world, that I'm not from the world but I'm in the world. But still, it's time to grow up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;To God alone be all the glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-2859704305504721533?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/2859704305504721533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2011/05/loving-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/2859704305504721533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/2859704305504721533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2011/05/loving-world.html' title='Loving the world?'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-5959477712206757830</id><published>2011-05-09T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:29:27.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom dreamt the day before Mothers' Day, about her fetching me back from school, I was wearing school uniform with short green pants - junior high. One thing I know, she missed me, and I miss her too. The call was one of the most wonderful thing I've ever done after all these years during Mothers' Day, as if time suddenly just stopped, and I realized how fast the years has passed, her little boy has grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, away from home. Challenges are everywhere, and though times and trials can be foreseen. But nothing beats the warmth from family - one of the greatest blessings that God can give to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy (belated) Mothers' Day. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-5959477712206757830?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/5959477712206757830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-mom-dreamt-day-before-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/5959477712206757830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/5959477712206757830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-mom-dreamt-day-before-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-1815337232358013102</id><published>2011-03-25T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T09:43:36.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been writing for quite a while already, not sure if my English is still powderful enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9.15am in the morning, most people are still sleeping, holding these chances tightly because these days are just rare. Everyday's life in school is just typical, you go to lectures in mornings and the rest of the day is yours, and I found that I only have 1 compulsory session per week, which makes 2 hours per week in uni. Guess that's uni life, no one's there to push you except yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just sad when someone's in need of help and I just couldn't be there for them, seeing them wailing and crying out for help deep inside them. And the only thing I can do for them is through prayers, guess that's the most powerful thing that can be done for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the barriers of the past - I have yet to contemplate the full meaning of this statement, neither am I letting go of my past completely. Part of it still clings to me, and I just couldn't let it go, such a terrible hypocrite I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the overdose of ginseng doesn't help at all, the side effects will take quite a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, the sun still shines brightly, the Earth rotates as it should be and gravity still works, praise God for that, at least I'm still alive and there's a reason for me to live and press on towards what lies ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-1815337232358013102?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/1815337232358013102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-havent-been-writing-for-quite-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/1815337232358013102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/1815337232358013102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-havent-been-writing-for-quite-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-1064473687822803320</id><published>2011-01-28T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T10:34:39.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>I didn't even know someone was still stalking my blog, eh Wilks?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in case you didn't know, I moved to tumblr.com cuz it's easier to write there. It's idiot proof, that's why I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It came to my senses again, what's the use of writing in a blog? To vent out feelings? Does that mean no one's there to listen to you? Kesian la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if there really is no one to listen to me, I know God does. At least I won't feel that bad when I'm all alone sitting in a room even right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's beautiful. Live long and prosper. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-1064473687822803320?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/1064473687822803320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/1064473687822803320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/1064473687822803320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-3113187226974422379</id><published>2010-10-09T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:14:07.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The gift of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;19 years ago, this is the day that God gave me life, the life that is so precious, yet so fragile. And as I grew up within these years, whenever my birthday came I would wonder what’s gonna happen to me, is there a surprise for me? A cake? A present? Or even ang paos?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;But this year is a very different one, a lot of stuffs came into my mind. And of course, as a normal guy I would expect some birthday wishes and surprises from my friends. And it happened, I received presents, ice-cream(to replace cake) and angpao from friends and other people. But is this what makes a birthday that significant?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;I heard news today, a friend of mine lost a family member this morning, really shocking news indeed. This is the day that I was given life on Earth, and the day when another life was taken away from his sojourn here on Earth. It’s true, life is fragile. We’ll never know when we will be taken away, but one thing for sure, that everything is under God’s control. It may sound really mysterious and we may not fully comprehend what it means, but that’s the beauty of it, I guess. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;That could also be faith, believing something that we can’t see or perceive in the present. And trusting our lives to God, completely. It was no coincidence that I was born here in KK, being made a Chinese, having such a family and attending the schools here. God doesn’t make accidents, He creates destinies. Each and every day I thanked God for giving me another day to live, a day that I can live my life to the max, loving people and just being who I am. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Live today as if it were my last – only now that I can contemplate the real meaning of it. So yea, another amazing day for me. God, you’re awesome XD &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Life is a gift of God, treasure it. Live life of no regrets. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-3113187226974422379?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/3113187226974422379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-as-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/3113187226974422379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/3113187226974422379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-as-gift.html' title='The gift of life'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-5022378853921789280</id><published>2010-09-16T06:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T06:59:08.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuing something that has already been done?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Simple thoughts, yet powerful enough to change our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Romans 6:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For we died and were buried with Christ by baptism. And just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glorious power of the Father, now we also may live new lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Romans 6 :11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So you also should consider yourselves to be dead to the power of sin and alive to God through Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why focus on the problems that we always had when it has already been solved? All the struggles, pain and failures, they are solved when Christ died for us on the cross. Instead of focusing on the problems, we should be focusing on the promise made by our daddy God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been having this thoughts running on my mind for quite a few times already. And it's good also to just share it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Peace out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P/S: Oh btw, Happy Malaysia Day! XD&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/5414763020916569882-5022378853921789280?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/5022378853921789280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/09/pursuing-something-that-has-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/5022378853921789280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/5022378853921789280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/09/pursuing-something-that-has-already.html' title='Pursuing something that has already been done?'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-5506330027789277559</id><published>2010-09-11T06:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:35:25.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pain</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, yupe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess growing pain is a natural thing for everyone, so that they'll grow. It's just like a vine and the branches(ghee, I'm talking biblical stuff here XD), some parts are meant to be removed in order to let it grow and flourish. Or it could be like you're building something, and when mistakes are made, they need to be removed and rebuilt again, or else the whole building will collapse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can hurt a little, or it could hurt like hell, as if it will never end. Mine's the second one, I've been through the tough part, in fact, it's one of the toughest part I've experienced so far. I have never felt so stupid before, and hated myself for not correcting and telling myself not to go to the wrong way. And there I was, depressed for two days, I have the thought of locking myself, and hoping that slowly, it'll soon be gone, as if it were just a nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was on the verge of running away, something wonderful happened. I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, and a strong sense of peace came to me, telling me that it's no point running away, and that I need to go out and be a peace-maker. So that morning as I woke up, the thought of locking myself is still there, but I knew what I needed to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day was 10th of September, it's a Friday, a public holiday, the day I'll never forget, because of the choice that I made. If I locked myself at home, running away from people, I couldn't have spend time with my cell group during lunch, I couldn't have made peace with my leaders, I couldn't have made a memorable farewell dinner for the people that I loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronald, Gareleos, Frank, Alicia, Apple, Jamie, Brandon, Calvin, Max, Kavita, Eilvane and lots of other people, they are the ones that I met up with that day, and they are the ones I really cared about. And if I did run away, I could have hurt and disappoint more people, I can't afford to do that. If you guys are reading this, this is what really happened to me that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was so glad for what I have chosen to do and follow, that surely is the prompting of the Holy Spirit. Here's the tip, when the spirit asked you to do something, a strong sense of peace will come to you, and you'll know that's Him alright. The wound that I had was healed, completely, on the third day after all these wonderful things that happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very important life lesson for me, if we let our wounds to heal itself, it'll take forever, but if we let God to heal it, it'll be a lot more faster than what you expected. All glory to God forever and ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-5506330027789277559?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/5506330027789277559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/09/growing-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/5506330027789277559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/5506330027789277559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/09/growing-pain.html' title='Growing Pain'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-1156855526517680378</id><published>2010-05-29T08:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:18:56.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our times are in God’s hands; our souls are in His keeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was doing my devotion lately and I read some stories about some teenagers. Here's how it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Over the years, we have become painfully aware that in God’s mysterious ways, He has planned for some Christians a life that is short. I think of one young Christian girl, the kind with a smile for everyone, who had a sore finger—and a week later was dead from a raging infection. Or the young believer who was killed while playing softball when a ball hit her in the neck. Or the teen boy who loved Jesus and fishing—and died when a car hit him as he rode his bike home from the fishing hole. Melissa, Heather, Maggie, and Thomas. In their short lives, they created a legacy of faith in Jesus and love for others. They were ready when His time for them had come.' by Dave Brandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We cannot deny the fact that we cannot foresee the future 100% accurately, I'm pretty sure these teenagers in the passage above didn't see that coming. Life on Earth is indeed short, very short. I got this wisdom by my brother, that in everything we do, we do it by our best, because it could be our last. True, even if you're just doing simple things like throwing the rubbish or washing dishes, we'll do our best as if were our last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life is a mystery, yet it's amazing. Physical death is inevitable, but one thing for sure, that if we put our faith and trust in God, we don't have to worry much about what lies ahead, we can rely on this truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you,” says the LORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. -Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you trusting God for whatever comes next on your calendar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-1156855526517680378?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/1156855526517680378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-times-are-in-gods-hands-our-souls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/1156855526517680378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/1156855526517680378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-times-are-in-gods-hands-our-souls.html' title='Our times are in God’s hands; our souls are in His keeping'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-5847742694884458406</id><published>2010-04-25T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:52:11.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing that matter implicitly</title><content type='html'>Self denial, unhealthy competitions and comparisons are very infectious. I was infected with it in the past, and it's not nice at all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think most of us Chinese tends to think this way, like the auntie conversation here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Auntie 1: Eh, I heard your son ah, very smart one in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Auntie 2: Aiya, noooo lah! Where got? He not smart one la, he just lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Auntie 2: *inside her thought* Yes, yes, my son is very smart one, better than yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds familiar? Yup, Asians tend to be humble, it's a good thing, but being 'over-humble' can sometimes becomes fake humility, which is bad. It can sometimes turn into pride in disguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite a number of times when I play sports and I see my friends performed better than me. My negative inside thoughts will tell me that: 'Oh, you'll never be as good as them.' and I told myself that sports isn't my thing, I'll never perform that well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was wrong, I had a wrong attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because you cannot run fast or play better doesn't mean you cannot practise sportsmanship. Not being able to sing the right pitch doesn't mean you cannot appreciate and enjoy music. Getting C or D grades in school doesn't mean you cannot be a good student. And likewise, being hated and rejected by people doesn't mean you cannot love people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all comes from our attitude - how we view stuffs and approach it. We were all created with different skills and talents, none can deny it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this really interesting quote from John Maxwell: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'When confronted with a difficult situation, a person with an outstanding attitude makes the best of it while he gets the worse of it'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I seriously learnt a lot from my friends. Thanks to Ronald for giving me this food for thought, even though he's totally clueless about it haha, love you man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our journey doesn't end here, life really is full of excitements. It's good to work hard and achieve our dreams, but don't forget to sit back, get a sip of coffee and enjoy the "ahh~~" moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Daniel-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-5847742694884458406?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/5847742694884458406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/04/thing-that-matter-implicitly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/5847742694884458406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/5847742694884458406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/04/thing-that-matter-implicitly.html' title='Thing that matter implicitly'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-2686679048894727908</id><published>2010-04-19T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:53:00.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing love by opening doors?</title><content type='html'>Love can be expressed in many ways, and one the most effective but mostly forgotten ways is to open doors. For guys, opening door for a lady seemed to be nothing but for them it means a lot. They would really appreciate it, even if they didn't express it out(cuz Malaysians bah, wat to do? xD)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest I used to bang doors to practically everyone, and I wasn't aware at all. Not until somebody told me about this, and surprisingly I found out that not many guys would do that, call that modern Malaysian culture or whatsoever. But hey, opening doors is a sign of respect and love for ladies, and this could be a sure tip for guys who wants to have a girlfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yupe, love is in the air. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-2686679048894727908?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/2686679048894727908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/04/showing-love-by-opening-doors.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/2686679048894727908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/2686679048894727908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/04/showing-love-by-opening-doors.html' title='Showing love by opening doors?'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-623421898648473382</id><published>2010-04-14T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:37:06.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lone Ranger</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not the cowboy. But I've been experiencing loneliness recently. It can be good and bad at the sometimes. The good part - I can think xD Not that I don't think when someone's with me, it's just that I can reflect on myself more and just think about stuffs. The bad part - it makes me sad. I drive to school alone most of the time now (took me an hour to reach school...) , listening to emo songs and sing along with it haha...well it's not that serious bah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure that this emo process will come to past eventually, I hope. Feelings are something, but it's not everything. Well, time for shower =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-623421898648473382?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/623421898648473382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/04/lone-ranger.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/623421898648473382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/623421898648473382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/04/lone-ranger.html' title='Lone Ranger'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-2522138200418961364</id><published>2010-03-16T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:23:58.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-March</title><content type='html'>My blog has been dusty for quite a while. But here I am, currently thinking of changing the style and skin of blog, cuz it looks plain and boring. Still, I don't think I have the time to do it though..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe I'm in the middle of March already, just finish surprising Frances' birthday, thank God for such a wonderful and successful surprise for her. She'll be leaving for studies soon, so good luck girl, see you on TV xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, things happened very fast, Paramore concert was over(haih..), IS games carnival has just ended, and here comes the blood donation. Our lecturers are practically sprinting through the syllabus which I find hard to catch up sometimes. No holidays for us in March...and I still find myself slacking sometimes, which I think, is perfectly normal for college guy, just a guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all these activities that I had, I tried to question myself whether these things fulfilled my resolutions for this year. Sometimes, students tend to involve too much in activities until they found themselves lost, walking aimlessly, following the crowd. I find it kinda pitiful when I see these lost people burn out and yet haven't achieve anything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I think that's about it, for now. Over and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-2522138200418961364?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/2522138200418961364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/03/mid-march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/2522138200418961364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/2522138200418961364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/03/mid-march.html' title='Mid-March'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-4359178876887715804</id><published>2010-02-14T19:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:01:09.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year for the Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the best thing of being a chinese is that you can celebrate two new years. One which is, of course, the 1st of January and the other one is my favourite - Chinese New Year. The reason is obvious: I can get AngPaos!!.....and eat a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are many chinese traditions, but sadly to say, I'm a tradition breaker XD However one of the traditions I really love is the reunion dinner where you can celebrate and spend time with your family and relatives. Family is important, so that's why I will definitely preserve this tradition when I grow up. And not to mention the other tradition I love: Angpaos giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's funny to think that when I was young, I used to compare my angpaos money that I 'earned' with others and I can get jealous sometimes when I see my friends who obtained five to ten times more than what I have. But now I realized that it's not the amount that matters, it's the heart of giving that matters. I mean, you can't say that your auntie or uncle is stingy not nice just because they gave you less than what you expected, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sure that one day I'll be the one giving the angpaos(sure hope it's not too soon XD), and I know that what really matters is the heart of what I invested on someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found this really interesting quote in JaesonMa's blog, check it out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Give out of love. Give out of sacrifice. Give because it cost you something, then it will mean something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have a great Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Daniel Lawrence Wong-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-4359178876887715804?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/4359178876887715804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-for-chinese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/4359178876887715804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/4359178876887715804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-for-chinese.html' title='The New Year for the Chinese'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-2413537436090233085</id><published>2010-02-08T18:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:02:06.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent-less?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you guys ever thought that your looks or talents are not as good as others? Well, trust me, most of us have been though this process where you start to question your value to others and to yourself. It's definitely a process as we grow to a more mature person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A lot of times, I was tempted to ask myself that why can't I be smarter or richer than my friends. Why can't I run faster or look more attractive than others? And during these times your jealousy starts to tickle your feelings. Feels bad, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, here's a truth we can always rely on: God created all of us to be unique. I was very encouraged and comforted by this verse:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 19, 32); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I knew you before I formed you in your mother's womb. Before you were born I set you apart and appointed you as my prophet to the nations." Jeremiah 1:5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;God planned our lives, and our every single moment in life is beautifully written by God. All of us have a great story to play. And we don't have to be Usian Bolt or Obama or Josh Groban just to reach someone's standards, our race of life is not for someone to run but we ourselves to run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's really tiring when I tried to compete and compare myself to others. But thank God for this experience, I've definitely grown and learnt to be humble because there's always a higher mountain to climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am who I wanna be, but I'm not a wannabe XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-2413537436090233085?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/2413537436090233085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/02/talent-less.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/2413537436090233085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/2413537436090233085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/02/talent-less.html' title='Talent-less?'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-895098203980207837</id><published>2010-01-26T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:43:52.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For what?</title><content type='html'>As I was browsing through my facebook I saw some advertisement that sound like this: You don't need to try to be someone else, because God is already proud of who you are. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agreed, a lot of times we try to do things just to impress others. But what's the purpose of it when you just try to please someone else. School life's getting more hectic, everyone's busy with their stuffs and duties. And it's very stupid of me when I thought that I need more stuffs to do just because I see my friends doing it also. C'mon, I already got tonnes of responsibilities to cope up with already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny to think that some humans just can't get satisfied with their tasks and duties, they just want more but eventually they fail to do even when it comes to simple jobs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, enough finger exercising. Time to get back to my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-895098203980207837?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/895098203980207837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-what_26.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/895098203980207837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/895098203980207837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-what_26.html' title='For what?'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-5566488662872752871</id><published>2010-01-25T17:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:01:41.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm busy</title><content type='html'>It's the 25th of January already, time flies, eh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back from leadership camp(by IS) yesterday from ostrich farm(yes, there's ostrich). Fun? Yeah, it's a good camp. I met a whole lot of new friends and having good time to see all leaders to work and learn together. Sadly, the food and accommodation is below average, people can't bathe by using rusted and muddy water la. Still, we can't complain much. I learnt to appreciate what I have right now, even the tap water in my bathroom. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's been fine, as busy as usual. Everyone's busy with the upcoming events like talent night, sports day, council campaigns etc etc etc...I just need to be careful by not involving too much on those stuffs, or else I'll flunk my studies. That's one of the things you'll need to survive A-levels: &lt;b&gt;self-discipline&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study smart, play hard, people. Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-5566488662872752871?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/5566488662872752871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/01/yes-im-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/5566488662872752871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/5566488662872752871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/01/yes-im-busy.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m busy'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-1158311696846512479</id><published>2010-01-06T19:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:07:54.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's good to drive alone, cuz I can put on my thinking cap. And this came into my mind a few days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a friend to you? Is it just someone whom you can just hang out with? Or someone who can simply talk about common interests with you? Or maybe, someone who is just on your Facebook list? I believe that there is more to it than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be an extreme introvert when I was a kid, a super shy kiddo who can't talk to anyone, and I was practically friendless when I was at primary school. Throughout the years, I’ve grown - with the help of a few, yet precious friends - to be more secure of who I am, and I thank God for His work in changing me into who I am today. To be honest, I won’t be surprised to find that God intentionally planned my years that way, because through this journey, I have learnt how it was to be shy and friendless, and thus treasure my friends even more deeply than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends come in many forms, and exist on many levels. This can somewhat be portrayed through the game The Sims(I miss playing this game XD). See, people start their relationship when they start to talk or interact, and they go 'up levels' when they spend more time together, and do more things together. However over-simplified this may sound, the key to growing in friendship with someone is to spend time. And in this time spent with each other, an amazing bond begins to form, and unfolds an unforgettable chapter in life to cherish for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, the highest level of friendship is when friends sacrifice their own life for others. I mean, it doesn’t get any deeper than that. Of course, I don't mean you have to literally kill yourself to show your love for your friends (that’s &lt;s&gt;bordering on&lt;/s&gt; suicidal man!), but simply sacrificing your own time is already a great way to show your love to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank God for wonderful friends that I have right now, and my two best friends that I can share life with, encouraging and building up each other. That's what true friends are all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and no amount of money can buy you friends. In fact, the poorer you are, the richer your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Daniel Lawrence-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-1158311696846512479?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/1158311696846512479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/1158311696846512479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/1158311696846512479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-6477950605172541553</id><published>2010-01-05T17:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:34:03.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The taste of college</title><content type='html'>Alright, today's the second day of college(semi-college). Up until now, things been doing great, I really enjoyed the first two days, and it gives me a fresh new feeling for this year. I really like the student culture, it's really different from my sec. school which the has the chinese kind of feeling, but here I can really interact with any kind of people, making new friends and try new and different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies, I'm starting to miss the holidays last month. Here's some random pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/S0MGdjQFtuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ghDE4Pd1e_c/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/S0MGdjQFtuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ghDE4Pd1e_c/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423185481032906466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald with the new IS campus(surrounded by wasteland XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/S0MGG74t74I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lVl82ZK4eac/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/S0MGG74t74I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lVl82ZK4eac/s320/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423185092508774274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/S0MGU1THxtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AdEOPTgutDo/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/S0MGU1THxtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AdEOPTgutDo/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423185331258640082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this just last week during C.L.I.T retreat in Kundasang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Daniel-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-6477950605172541553?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/6477950605172541553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/01/taste-of-college.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/6477950605172541553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/6477950605172541553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/01/taste-of-college.html' title='The taste of college'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/S0MGdjQFtuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ghDE4Pd1e_c/s72-c/DSC00054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-9096081069384376986</id><published>2010-01-01T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:41:02.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimism for 2010</title><content type='html'>Yup, I had a great time of spending my last 2009 moments with my friends at Cathy's house. Not to mention I'd been home alone a few days ago when my family left to Hong Kong, and frankly, living alone is really hard, cuz you get to eat alone, watch TV alone, play alone, sitting on the couch, alone...haha you get what I mean. It's very antisocial XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so here it is, Year 2010, the year I've been anticipating for, it's gonna be another great year for me. Here are some of my resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gain weight and get fit: I noticed most people had this goal, I mean, c'mon, no one wants to be an obese or a stick, right? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be diligent: At college and studying God's words, of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be REAL: A lot of times, I felt like I'm wearing a mask disguising myself just to impress others. No, I won't do it this time. I need to meet more new friends by being myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoy Music: I'm planning to brush up my guitar and keyboarding skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Giving more: It's better to bless than to receive, because God provides everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are definitely more, just that I don't have the time to write a thesis for this. It's two more days until my college life starts, woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Daniel-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-9096081069384376986?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/9096081069384376986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/01/optimism-for-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/9096081069384376986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/9096081069384376986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2010/01/optimism-for-2010.html' title='Optimism for 2010'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-7137479398610562119</id><published>2009-12-20T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:39:49.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Anger Stimulator</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since my results are out, but it's getting more and more obnoxious when I just think of my ugly results, and frankly, it's one of the worst exams I've taken in my whole life(yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get more and more annoyed when other geniuses who got 3As or above(it's good already) said that they didn't do well at all and were even more angry than I am. Ghee, humans just can't get satisfied that easily, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok, I'm perfectly fine, not emo at all(unlike some of them XD). My results are really rubbish haha, what a waste of time and money.....just jk, I would say that it's good experience, GG man, GG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely won't give up next year, thank God for another chance. Maybe I didn't perform well this year, but there will be another chance, always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Daniel-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-7137479398610562119?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/7137479398610562119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-anger-stimulator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/7137479398610562119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/7137479398610562119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-anger-stimulator.html' title='My Anger Stimulator'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-9023512287122381440</id><published>2009-12-19T12:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T12:40:26.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas days</title><content type='html'>Alright, it's been a while since I update this blog. It's just that I sometimes don't have the feeling to do it(and not to mention my laziness). So here I am, sitting in my room, resting, trying to squeeze out my every thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hols are great despite not getting any vacation to anywhere, but I enjoyed every moment I had by just hanging out with friends. Last week was really a hectic but awesome week, just finished manning the stalls at Gaya Christmas carnival and cell group camp. And there's more to come, Christmas is just next week and I had lots of music and drama practices to come, me like XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My UEC exam results are out last Wed, and it's really ugly and not satisfactory for me(it never does for everybody), but still, thank God for bad results, cuz I think it served as a driving force for me to move on for next year and strife for the best, as they said "Excellence is our minimum standard"(that's a good one). And oh, btw, I'll be joining  another 1-year course in IS, so I'll still be in KK for another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm really hyped up for the coming year, and I should really get my new year resolution done by these days. Oh, just look at the time, imma go and practise my bass and "the bully face" haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Daniel Lawrence-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-9023512287122381440?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/9023512287122381440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/12/alright-its-been-while-since-i-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/9023512287122381440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/9023512287122381440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/12/alright-its-been-while-since-i-update.html' title='Pre-Christmas days'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-1710141660148316625</id><published>2009-11-22T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:54:14.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Waking Up Late</title><content type='html'>Now I know how I feels to wake up late and mess up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 7a.m, I woke up automatically, and thinking that I should sleep some more because of meeting with Vern, Vun Vun, Emman &amp; Fran till 1.30a.m this morning, I slept back because the alarm's at 8am. Who knows? The next moment I woke up, it was my phone vibrating and I check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Ronald, and he asked where I was, and I checked the time, it was 10.11am!!! cuz I promised I'll be in Kyrugma at 10 to help his SPM. I went downstairs to see it there's anymore cars left - none. Ah well, it was my first time to wake up late and mess up with something, it was a good experience anyway..But think God it was just a study group even though I was the one who agreed to make one XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self - I got to be more disciplined next time when I wake up, and never trust my alarm clock even though it looks cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge, but he who hates correction is stupid - Proverbs 12:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-1710141660148316625?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/1710141660148316625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-of-waking-up-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/1710141660148316625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/1710141660148316625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-of-waking-up-late.html' title='The Art of Waking Up Late'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-5517030620896556556</id><published>2009-11-18T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:17:09.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urim &amp; Thummin??</title><content type='html'>Just went to Ps.Benny Ho's talk about discerning the will of God(Session 1 &amp; 2) and here's some thoughts that's been running through my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, in the old testament kan? God reveals himself through external &amp; tangible ways, like Urim &amp; Thummin, never heard of it before? Well, it's not urine and tummy, but it's like casting lots. And God is controlling those lots. And there are other ways like through angels, prophets, signs &amp; wonders(which means God shows signs that makes you wonder XD) and a whole lot more, but lazy to write now...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the new testament(which is now la), God speaks through the Holy Spirit in us, which is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;internal &amp; relational&lt;/span&gt; And we don't need to find God's will, because He already has set it for us, but we need to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DISCERN &lt;/span&gt;it. Amazingly, God sometimes will whisper to us, so that we will try to get closer to Him. It's just so..wow...there's actually a lot more...but I'm so sleepy now, you get the point right? Alright, good night XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-5517030620896556556?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/5517030620896556556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/11/urim-thummin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/5517030620896556556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/5517030620896556556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/11/urim-thummin.html' title='Urim &amp; Thummin??'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-8499657080925187671</id><published>2009-11-14T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:30:50.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High school - no more</title><content type='html'>It was yesterday that I had my last time wearing white shirts and green pants, my school's having closing ceremony and Gratitude Lunch for teachers. And it's kinda an emotional moment as we wave our goodbyes to our teachers leaving the school hall after the lunch - they're not gonna teach us, scold us or nag us anymore. We're all grown ups(some us us, that is XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had this feeling b4, but I'm grateful to Tshung Tsin for all those life-changing moments, even though I'm like a nobody to them. Guys, if you're still in high school years, treasure those moments, make use of those time making lifelong friends, do all sorts of crazy things you've never done b4 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I didn't perform that well in school this year, and I've been constantly ostracised by my class(don't worry, it's not your faults), but I still want to praise God for everything, it's through these hard times that shaped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the past and just keep moving forward, that's one of my motto. I'm not a kid anymore(though my baby fat makes me look like I'm 15 XD). And I'm really anticipating for another awesome year in 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-8499657080925187671?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/8499657080925187671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/11/high-school-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/8499657080925187671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/8499657080925187671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/11/high-school-no-more.html' title='High school - no more'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-1232253802090646116</id><published>2009-11-07T15:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:54:44.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/SvUnWVcDTYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2kgu6gulEj4/s1600-h/Grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/SvUnWVcDTYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2kgu6gulEj4/s400/Grad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401266592766184834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say, 6 years of high school is a bit too long for me. XD Just graduated this morning, and when I first came into the hall with the Graduation Bell ringing, I felt I wanna cry(but I didn't XD), I was full of emotions that time. I mean, 6 years of high school life just came to an end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still thank God for putting me in Tshung Tsin, and there's a purpose for me to be there. I thought of my past few years in high school, and of course I did some silly and embarrassing mistakes, but learned a lot from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't get any awards or prizes(not even one) and at times I felt like I'm a nobody and a "talent-less" guy, but I believe &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;there will be a time for everyone to shine out&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe high school isn't my time to shine out, but there will always be a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NOW....I still have to go back to school for 1 more week!!!(LAME, kan?) Yeah, who cares anyway? I come, I see, I go away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-1232253802090646116?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/1232253802090646116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/11/graduation-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/1232253802090646116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/1232253802090646116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/11/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/SvUnWVcDTYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2kgu6gulEj4/s72-c/Grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-500948220469947539</id><published>2009-11-06T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:20:25.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-UEC days</title><content type='html'>It's been a week already since my last exams, I've been enjoying these last few days, and the feeling is very different compared to last 10 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to a lot of blogs and seen facebook captions, and I noticed a lot of people are freaking themselves from SPM. e.g 14 days to go!!!..I dun wanna get C or D  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;  I will stop blogging till SPM is over  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;  I won't reload my credit till SPM is over....=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on, SPM isn't that scary, I mean, at least I'm not THAT freaking out during my UEC(which is even way harder than SPM)....Just relax and you guys will do fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good luck for those taking SPM few weeks later. Show them what you got!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-500948220469947539?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/500948220469947539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-uec-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/500948220469947539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/500948220469947539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-uec-days.html' title='Post-UEC days'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-9115302543292878759</id><published>2009-11-01T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:05:45.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Powerful Night</title><content type='html'>I've never experienced such a powerful breakthrough ever in the past few months, but what just happened in P2P(Passion 2 Pray) by Lighthouse 215 in Kyrugma House was really another turning point in my life. I can feel myself as a new, refreshed person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my mind is filled with corrupted, envious, and negative thoughts towards other people and I've been constantly fighting with my bad(I mean, really really bad) addictions. I was angry at myself and I somehow couldn't forgive myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I was praying to God, I could feel his strong presence, powerfully moving in me. And I couldn't help but my tears just burst out like water tap - my sins are forgiven. All those addictions and sins that I couldn't even forgive myself - God says it's over, it's all over. I can feel so light right now, it's like all those heavy burdens tightly attached to me were cut out, and I can move(or even fly) freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is simply amazing and awesome. I don't care what other people think or say about me, but I want them to know that this real and only God changed my life and so can theirs too. I believe that I'm a transformer in this society, a spirit-filled transformer, and it's definitely not the square-headed robot transformer. Heh XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, 12.42am. Hello, November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I kinda missed eating at Fish &amp; Co. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-9115302543292878759?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/9115302543292878759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/9115302543292878759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/9115302543292878759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-november.html' title='A Powerful Night'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-5906438169287452240</id><published>2009-10-31T09:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:05:28.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/SuuPk8BJMRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/CrjyYO_eRx8/s1600-h/DSCF0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/SuuPk8BJMRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/CrjyYO_eRx8/s400/DSCF0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398566443082658066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies huh? Well, so this is my scary October *see above* 1 week of tests, 2 weeks of mock exams, and 1 study week and then another real exams on the last week of Oct. Scary huh? Well, Happy Halloween XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first week of this month I was like "Oh come on, time, pls fly faster!" and now it's like "ui? why so fast one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm trying to fill in my November planner, cuz it's really empty...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-5906438169287452240?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/5906438169287452240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/5906438169287452240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/5906438169287452240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-october.html' title='Goodbye, October'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/SuuPk8BJMRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/CrjyYO_eRx8/s72-c/DSCF0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5414763020916569882.post-7926110192988520119</id><published>2009-10-29T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:27:06.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Life</title><content type='html'>After 10 months of hardships and struggling, I finally finished my last secondary school exams a.k.a. UEC. This is the time I've been always been waiting for, and here it is, total freedom from practically everything that comes from high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still vividly remember that I was constantly nagging and complaining to myself for choosing to stay for my Senior Three studies. And now, it's all over. I'm gonna graduate soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so light now, all those exams stress are just - gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seriously learned a lot from my sufferings this year. God really works in mysterious ways. It's because of these hardships, I've gained perseverance. I did not regret for choosing to complete my Senior 3 studies, even though sometimes I still consider myself as being brainwashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm really looking forward for this coming holidays, doing all those crazy stuffs I've never done before. Well, it's gonna be a new chapter in my life, so I should start writing now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5414763020916569882-7926110192988520119?l=seyniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/feeds/7926110192988520119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-new-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/7926110192988520119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5414763020916569882/posts/default/7926110192988520119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seyniel.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-new-life.html' title='My New Life'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01165885432298106560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3p4RQE5m-A/Se74apb0OQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IYS4RDpQJE4/S220/PC160307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
