<?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-4650776891153665219</id><updated>2011-09-02T00:06:47.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking up the Cross</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-4835750794621338365</id><published>2011-06-24T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:29:35.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Haven't written anything for really long! Life's been alright, I guess. Some good, some bad. I really should be studying now! I haven't started bio or chem (still), whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Just a quickie then. Definytion's starting in 2 weeks! I am so, so excited about this, really. I hate to say this, but having been around since 2006, there's so much in IGNYTE that's changed. Some for the better, but some for the worse as well. More than that, there's been this feeling of barriers everywhere we turn, as a ministry. Even after camps and stuff, they come down, but then somehow they go back up again. Really praying that through Definytion, God will move powerfully among us and tear down these walls. Good for the younger ones too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Alright, I really should go study now xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4650776891153665219-4835750794621338365?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/4835750794621338365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=4835750794621338365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4835750794621338365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4835750794621338365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2011/06/havent-written-anything-for-really-long.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-4134115567934881635</id><published>2010-12-05T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:05:00.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Haven't blogged in a while. Shows that I'm a rainy day blogger. But life's good man :D I've been pretty carefree, and I've been having so much fun. There's something on my mind, but I already know I should just surrender, and put God first. Easier said than done though. It's hard to get it all out of my head. And even harder to still continue building it (rooted in Christ of course), while still putting God first. Hahaha I'm talking in codes again, whoops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In terms of my walk with God I honestly think I've been a little stagnant. I would like to grow a lot more. There's so much passion- where is it? I need to do a whole rediscovery :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know why, but I've this nagging feeling that I need to do so much more thinking about my life, and this feeling that I've been letting life go by without thinking anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Then there's IH. I'm leaving in 3+ months and I'm definitely having mixed feelings about it. It's funny how God works, really, but I thank God for it all, because it helps me challenge myself, and check my motives at every juncture. There was this time I really wanted to join worship, and my intentions weren't right, so God didn't allow it. This time I'm really not dying to go in there, but I've been called :D Then again, joining IH was... similar. Something I wasn't dying to do, but sensed I should do, and with all boldness, I just jumped into. And I never regretted. It has taught me so much :)) Much as I know that the time has come for me to leave and I've been doing lots of thinking about it, I will miss this ministry that's so close to my heart. The leaders and youths closest to me are nearly all in this ministry. Seniors I respect, juniors I see so much potential in, peers I have grown with, leaders I have shared so much about myself with... WHAM here come the memories! It's been an awesome 3 years, and there's always so much to learn and experience. Thank God for IH :D As for worship min, I'm excited and scared. Keys definitely isn't my forte. I'm pretty fresh when it comes to improv, and I have absolutely no formal training in anything non-classical, let alone any experience playing in a band! (Oh and I think I'm gonna go deaf soon.) But I love new beginnings, and new seasons, so while I feel sorta out-of-place and all, I eagerly await what the Lord will do in our midst :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;HAHA I would definitely like to write a list of New Year's Resolutions this year. Yeah sounds good. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay I'm turning weird. Buhbye :D&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/4650776891153665219-4134115567934881635?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/4134115567934881635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=4134115567934881635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4134115567934881635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4134115567934881635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/12/havent-blogged-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-7150855902577376016</id><published>2010-11-04T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:26:56.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tribute to RGS memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, that's what they are now, I guess. Memories. Anyone would know that I am not one to emo about things xD And that's right, because this is not an emo message ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Frankly, as I stepped into school this morning, the first thing that struck me was this: "Has my RGS experience really been that great? Why don't I feel anything?" I'm serious, that's how I felt. But as the day passed I began to become more aware of some things I always took for granted, and memories came back. I won't say I feel sad about leaving, but I definitely feel nostalgic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is probably quite politically incorrect, but I'll say it anyway. RGS as an institution means practically nothing to me. Rather, it is the people in RGS, be they teachers, or students, that define my experience, and that in turn, make the institution meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me begin with my dearest class 414. It's the most awesome class I've ever had, really really really. I loved it from the start, and now I only love it more. Never have I been in a class so close, so funky and so... awesome, really. It's hard to describe, but there are so many characters in the class, so different as individuals, but united as a class. I never felt a sense of competition, just that of collaboration, and I guess that's pretty rare in RGS. Lessons were really (ridiculously) fun and enjoyable, and studying for exams was a lot more tolerable too. I find it really interesting because although there are cliques and stuff, our class is still amazingly inclusive, and we do a lot of stuff together :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And of course there's also our teachers. I've been blessed with so many fantastic teachers. Teachers so dedicated, so genuinely concerned about their students, so knowledgeable, so intelligent, so cool, must certainly be hard to come by! In particular, I'd say the teachers who made the greatest impact on my RGS life would be Mr Alvin Tan, Zhang Lao Shi, Miss Kum, Mr Lim, Mrs Mak, Miss Sally Wong, Mr Xu and Miss Sharon Ong. But kudos to all my teachers, because they have all been awesome. I feel like listing them so I'll never forget them, but, hehe, might not be such a good idea after all xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay come to think of it, RGS isn't just about the people la. There are some defining moments and stuff that I will never forget as well. I think it can be summed up in this: RGS to me is a land of opportunities, or as I penned in the graduation song, chances galore. This is probably the thing love most about it. In so many places, who you are (and how much moolah you have) changes everything. But in RGS it doesn't, or at least, it matters a lot less. You can do nearly anything you want, as long as you have the passion and the determination to push on. There are so many things you can choose to do, and it's this about RG that I love. In the course of my 4 years here I've gone for a month long overseas immersion programme, learnt a whole bunch about glorious glorious music, learnt about God in GB, learnt the guitar and keyboard in GB, had the chance to organise various events and meet people, participate in conventions, campaign for head prefect (and go through many other interviews), gone for OBS, performed a bit, learnt the catwalk, and more. But the biggest thing I regret is not making full use of these opportunities. I barely auditioned for anything in RG, usually out of concern for my grades. Sometimes, I wonder, perhaps I could have used my opportunities better. But then again, there's only so much one can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay this is super incoherent and boring and drony I'm getting bored of myself. Bye. RGS was a great 4 years.&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/4650776891153665219-7150855902577376016?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/7150855902577376016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=7150855902577376016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/7150855902577376016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/7150855902577376016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/11/tribute-to-rgs-memories-yeah-thats-what.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-6138794412971694348</id><published>2010-11-04T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T17:29:41.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am truly blessed. It's a bit early to do a 2010 review, but it's been good and I wanna say it before I lose the thought. It's been by far the toughest single year of my life (okay on second thoughts maybe 2003 takes the cake but it's a tough fight anyway) but 2010 is a year that really grew me a lot. I guess some of you might know that 2007 was a really good year for me. 2010 was... better :D I don't judge years by how smooth-sailing they've been. Rather, it's probably been all the trying times that make years memorable. Of course, I'm probably only saying this because things have gotten better (though not entirely, because it's still a hugely precarious situation).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've learnt many things this year, but I know this for sure: I've learnt to see that I am so, so blessed. And Miss Tan's speech to the class of 2010 reminded me of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am blessed because no matter what I go through, I have people by my side who genuinely care about me, and I have people who will not only listen and encourage, but turn me to Christ and help me to realign my focus. I am blessed because God has given me so much. I am blessed because of the joy I have in my heart. I am blessed because the things I go through aren't just tough stuff that make me miserable but situations that make me better and stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2010 has taught me just that. Of course there are some things about the year that I regret, like wasting time on useless things, not spending enough time catching up with the people I love, drifting from God at times... But I guess regrets are just but part and parcel of all of life's goodness, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Come to think of it, I've done and been through quite a few things this year. It's been good la, and I thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh a few more things actually. We sang "Counting on God" last Sunday, and it was yet another reminder of the Lord's grace and provision over my life. He has been so good to me, really, really, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;By the way, I stopped blogging because my life got smoother and I stopped needing an outlet. Till now, at least. I wanted to put this on FB but didn't have the guts. FB has way too many people for me to express a personal reflection.&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/4650776891153665219-6138794412971694348?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/6138794412971694348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=6138794412971694348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/6138794412971694348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/6138794412971694348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-truly-blessed.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-386386840251612261</id><published>2010-08-10T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:47:01.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I need some air, and someone to talk to. Which shouldn’t be a problem, except it means I either explain everything from scratch to Sis Ann, or bug the others with more of the same thing XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;GRAWRRR. GRAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;You know, it actually feels better seeing the Rs appear on the screen. Let’s do it again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;GRAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;^^&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I feel so uneasy about all of this. There’s a nagging uncertainty &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Oh, I didn’t mention. The confusion too. I hate the 2 different stories.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I hate it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-386386840251612261?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/386386840251612261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=386386840251612261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/386386840251612261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/386386840251612261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-some-air-and-someone-to-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-6863715631487790126</id><published>2010-08-09T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:34:24.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;HAHA I’m so hopeless. Wanna know how hopeless I am? Let me tell you how hopeless I am.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Wait for this.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Yeah, wait for it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;HAHAHA I STILL MISS TAIWAN D:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Can you believe it! It’s been like, what? Nearly a year since we returned! And I still miss it. GOSH. Okay maybe it’s the applications and everything that are making me totally wanna go again. Or maybe it’s just that I’m so worried the memories will leave me. Most remain I guess, but already some are fading. Like, I can’t remember which shop is at which corner of shidayeshi anymore. As in, if you bring me there of course I can still find my way. But I can’t picture where the shops are like I could before.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;There’s a lot I miss about Taiwan. I can totally understand if the others who went with it don’t miss it like I do though. Maybe they do. But for me, part of me misses the freedom we had there. Frankly I’ve been feeling a bit like a zoo animal lately at home. I never felt like that before the trip. I guess the sudden “let go” feeling I got there wasn’t exactly for my good, because I do miss the feeling. A lot. But obviously I miss a lot more than that. I miss staying with friends a lot. There’s a lot more, but I won’t bore you with all that. I’m boring enough as it is (:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;But my missing Taiwan is a motivation too! :D Like, I’m convinced that I desperately want to study abroad(: But I’ve got to work hard D: And I’m not working hard enough as it is…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Oh on a side note, I haven’t completed my Taiwan scrapbook. I left so much space for photos I haven’t managed to fill it up, and since my colour printer conked out it takes great effort and determination to get things printed in colour! XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I WANNA GO BACK TO SHIDAAAAAAAAAA!~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-6863715631487790126?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/6863715631487790126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=6863715631487790126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/6863715631487790126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/6863715631487790126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/08/haha-im-so-hopeless.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-2738944067591635923</id><published>2010-08-05T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:08:33.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did a quiz today which said I am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;trait snapshot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;messy,  disorganized, social, tough, outgoing, rarely worries, self revealing,  open, risk taker, likes the unknown, likes large parties, makes friends  easily, likes to stand out, likes to make fun of people, reckless,  optimistic, positive, strong, does not like to be alone, ambivalent  about chaos, abstract, impractical, not good at saving money, fearless,  trusting, thrill seeker, not rule conscious, enjoys leadership, strange,  loves food, abstract, rarely irritated, anti-authority, attracted to  the counter cu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;lture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Which is sort of interesting. Somethings are incredibly true, whereas some (like the risk taking and fearlessness) seem not-so-true. And the last bit about anti-authority and counter culture worries me a little. While I'm not against individualism, I don't believe in being anti-establishment. Not really, at least. If I &lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt;, that's kinda scary. It's like you believe something but you don't do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I've become kinda bochap, but I still think about it a bit, and worry a bit. Like, about her especially. She can't count her blessings; she focuses on everything bad. She's extreme and temperamental and it worries me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-2738944067591635923?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/2738944067591635923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=2738944067591635923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2738944067591635923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2738944067591635923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/08/did-quiz-today-which-said-i-am-trait.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-2283398627954431113</id><published>2010-07-31T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T23:23:16.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;I’m sipping African hot cocoa (mixed with some useless American coffee) and sparing with Lidan about my SS PT as I write this. And a bee is restlessly buzzing around my head. I’ve tried countless times to lure it out of my room, but to no avail. Gosh, I can’t believe I’m so terribly relaxed about this whole PT thing. After all, I have “no tomorrow” (as in, literally) and will probably have to toil through the night to get my 1200 words out. Well, maybe it’s just my good mood today ^^&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;SP empowerment yesterday! Had dinner with Sis YT and Brenda and Gabriel before that, which was pretty good. Spoke to Sis YT a bit and it was a productive time. Confused me a little at first, but things cleared up a lot after wards. I realised that I was only confused because I was, in a sense, a wee bit reluctant to do certain things. But that cleared too ^^&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I had a fantastic TAWG this morning! I’ve been really distant this while, and it really refreshed me. The worship was like, "mount horeb” awesome(: Prayer too. And I started on a new book, 1 Samuel. I’m going to read about the whole life of David.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;During my time of worship I was led to this song called “The Pre-eminence of Christ”, which we sang during PBB camp. I love the song because the lyrics are so meaningful, and it’s my song of the season (which I discovered has changed without me realising!)(/edit: I meant the season, not the song)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pre-eminence of Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;(V1) Jesus you are my everything&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I want to give you first place in my life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Saviour be my security&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Let my trust in you be strong and firm in me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;(C) In everything I do&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Every word that I say&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Let your light shine through me in every way&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Lord of life I give to you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;All that I have and ever hope to be&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;My master, be glorified in me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;(V2) Oh Lord, the love you’ve shown to me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Reminds me of the need to care for friends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dear Lord, I glorify your love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Yes I will proclaim your love to every man&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;(V3) Jesus in all our family ways&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He will lead, direct and guide us day by day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Jesus love for each family&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And His love we’ll show the whole wide world to see&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So meaningful isn’t it! I especially love the chorus(: I was planning to do an informal recording of it, but my dad has the mic. So I’ve gotta wait till he returns, which is still some time from now. Oh well! Gotta go back to plowing through articles for my SS PT, and hopefully not stay up past 4am or something.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m not craving my sleep so badly YET, but I’ve got a nasty feeling I will soon &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-2283398627954431113?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/2283398627954431113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=2283398627954431113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2283398627954431113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2283398627954431113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-sipping-african-hot-cocoa-mixed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-5933503473797063393</id><published>2010-07-05T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:41:21.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Yesterday I was so happy, because of what someone said. Well it was the second time I heard it, but I was secretly happy nonetheless. It made me wonder too, though.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Today started okay. But. (Anyway, the event is not actually the point here.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;There’s a certain loneliness within me, I guess. I haven’t confided in someone for a pretty long time. I mean, there’s nothing they haven’t really heard, since these 6 months are just more or less the same thing of the first two months or so. I don’t dare to speak to you. All of you. If you even see this. Which I think you won’t. You guys are busy, you have your lives to lead. Plus, I’ve always felt I’d been bothering you enough, and my sob stories probably get stale after a while?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;But the loneliness nags at me. I know I have my heavenly father, but even Him I’ve felt so distant from lately. Somewhat I guess.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;ouj839a fjpdsi;cklmzjkdxlf vnasodva;fij slvk;xklcj klZvndxkvjkxvnlxvnlnd&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;UGH there’s so much so much so much to deal with&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-5933503473797063393?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/5933503473797063393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=5933503473797063393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5933503473797063393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5933503473797063393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/07/yesterday-i-was-so-happy-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-6375877764173855034</id><published>2010-06-22T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:35:19.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of all overnight activities out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. 2004 Vacation Bible Camp&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. 2005 P5 Adventure Camp&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. 2005 Shanghai/Suzhou Trip&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. 2006 STA*RS Camp&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;5.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;2006 IGNYTE Emerge Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;6. 2007 Orientation Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;7. 2007 45th March Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;8. 2007 45th June Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;9. 2007 IGNYTE Battlecall Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;10. 2008 45th March Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. 2008 St. Hilda’s Primary School Camp (Volunteer)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;12. 2008 GB Corporal’s Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;13. 2008 45th June Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;14. 2008 IGNYTE Radical Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;15. 2009 Orientation Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16. 2009 Outward Bound School&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;17. 2009 45th March Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;18. 2009 45th June Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19. 2009 Taiwan Immersion Programme&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;20. 2009 IGNYTE Camp Ignormous&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;21. 2010 Orientation Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;22. 2010 GB PBB Selection Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;23. 2010 45th June Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cool eh? I’m going for June Camp tomorrow; can’t finish my post on PBB on time! Had a full day at IRT today. Was pretty fun la, but somewhat pointless may I add. (Sorry, RIPB! Your efforts are still appreciated ^^) But it gave me my much needed dose of exercise!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ll be writing a report on PBB! So exciting!!!!!! ^^&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-6375877764173855034?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/6375877764173855034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=6375877764173855034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/6375877764173855034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/6375877764173855034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/06/list-of-all-overnight-activities-out.html' title='List of all overnight activities out!'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-3515062704368845658</id><published>2010-06-21T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:34:14.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PBB Selection Camp 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let me just say this: PBB Selection Camp completely surpassed my expectations. I started with this sentence too, during the evaluation session we had yesterday, which was the last day. But I feel that what I said only reflected the surface of everything I felt at the end of the camp.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;PBB Selection Camp was a completely different experience from Taiwan Immersion (which also left a sharp impact on me, in another way). For one, PBB was 4 days, TI was 28. To me, Taiwan Immersion was memorable, whereas PBB camp was life-changing. The fact that I can actually sit here and type this now is a testament of that- I would otherwise &lt;strong&gt;want &lt;/strong&gt;to do it but never get to doing it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, it’s pretty hard to describe PBB Selection camp. But I’ll try. If you’re wondering what PBB is, it stands for the Pioneer Brigadier Brooch, which is the highest award in GB. To get the award, you need to go through a couple of rounds of stuff, and the camp is (presumably) the final round. Basically you need to complete all your curriculum badges and stage 1 drill, and pass a Brigade Knowledge test. And with a Captain’s recommendation, tada, you go for the camp.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went for the camp with fear and trembling, mainly because of my limited knowledge about drill. On hindsight, it’s not true that I didn’t expect to experience much- I did, but a totally different thing, like maybe some physically exhausting boot camp whereby everyone vies for the attention of the officers and does anything and everything to perform. It was exhausting, but not so bad, and people do their best, but in a different way. But my fear was definitely unfounded. We had a lot of fun at the camp, and the officers are actually nice and very respectable (and very cute, may I add). Yes, they do scold and punish, but they do that with high standards with the very best of intentions, and they walk their talk. I don’t know why, but I always had this impression of officers in general to be very anal, very inflexible, and very, very stern. They were none of that (stern okay maybe, but for really valid reasons anyway).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;(Y’know what? If this was a descriptive essay, I would have flunked it, seriously. There’s no organisation XD) Maybe I’ll just try to describe what we did. Basically we plan all the activities at the camp, like breakfast, lunch, dinner, supper, devotion, games, 5BX, special night, whatnot. We had to be 5 minutes early for everything, clean up after ourselves (meaning spotless and dry) and keep ourselves and our things neat and tidy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Oh no, I just realised all the other stuff I typed about PBB had disappeared! And I’m not going to rewrite it because it’s way too detailed. I have focused my efforts instead on writing the article on PBB for GBLog, which is IMO, such an interesting thing to do ^^ And such a privilege! So, here is what I have, though this is not the final cut. It’s pretty short, because it has to fit into one A4 page, including pictures D: Which is sad, because I have a lot more to say. I cut down the number of points because I wanted to expound on each point sufficiently :D)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;On 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; June 2010, 44 girls gathered at the Girls Brigade Centre for the Pioneer Brigadier Brooch Selection Camp. These girls came from various schools across the nation with very mixed feelings. Many were excited, many were apprehensive, and many, like myself, had utterly no idea what to expect for the next 4 days. Yet, no one could have expected that PBB would be such a memorable experience. &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Throughout the camp, the importance of discipline was instilled in us through simple, daily activities like duties, inspections and even mealtimes, when we had to finish every morsel of food given to us. We were expected to report 5 minutes early for each activity, and were sometimes reprimanded or punished when we failed to do so. Yes, it was strict, but by no means draconian. Far from it, in fact, because the rationale behind this strictness was always clearly explained. Be it wearing the uniform smartly or doing drill well, we learnt that it all boiled down to setting the highest standards for yourself and taking pride in all the things that you do. It also helped that the officers themselves walked their talk and did whatever they expected of us, setting good examples in their actions. I speak for many of us who experienced PBB that it has changed our concept of discipline completely. For me, discipline, though necessary, had always seemed regimental and harsh. I have come to understand that discipline is simply putting in your best effort even in the little things, and that there can be fun and love in the midst of discipline. &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Indeed, we had a lot of fun, playing games, laughing with one another heartily, and enjoying the company of everyone at camp. The spirit of love was always evident, even during the times we were being admonished, because we could see that the officers meant well and wanted us to learn and grow. Of course, on top of love through admonishment, we experienced love in other forms. To me, the most outstanding manifestation of this love was through looking out for and caring for one another. We were split into 4 groups for the camp, and each group had individual duties. At the beginning, each group took care of the duties they were responsible for, and that was that. But by the end of camp, we had learnt to ask “How can I help?” and extend assistance to others, no matter who they were. During our hike in Pulau Ubin, we learnt to care less about ourselves and what things were like from our point of view, but also to consider the views of others and what they might be feeling. Through all these activities, we forged strong bonds with our groupmates and fellow campers, making this camp truly the experience of a lifetime. &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As my groupmate Eleanor Koh aptly put it, “We came here as strangers and left as friends”. Indeed, I believe that above the sense of discipline instilled in us and the fun we had, it was the love and fellowship we shared those 4 days that brought us together, and that we will remember for years to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-3515062704368845658?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/3515062704368845658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=3515062704368845658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3515062704368845658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3515062704368845658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/06/pbb-selection-camp-2010.html' title='PBB Selection Camp 2010'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-9185519479813887602</id><published>2010-06-15T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:28:35.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’m not looking forward to PBB Camp. Okay I’m lying. I am! :D It sounds cool and seniors have all said pretty cool things about it. But it does sound, sorta… Scary.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’ve thinking about some things lately. Again, yeah XD And I was thinking, maybe it really is time to let go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay I don’t know. I’m not in the right mind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;AHHHH whateverwhateverwhateverwhateverwhatever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-9185519479813887602?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/9185519479813887602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=9185519479813887602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/9185519479813887602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/9185519479813887602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-not-looking-forward-to-pbb-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-8150843633325137622</id><published>2010-06-04T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:36:29.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;There’s something wrong with me. Something I can’t really describe. It’s like, I’ve lost my joy or something. I’ve been feeling so irritable today, and nothing makes me happy. And I harp on things I don’t have. Like, being able to go out normally like most people.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;This is really bad. I should stop whining, and start being thankful again. What happened?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;/edit: Today’s better :D Wrote that yesterday.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-8150843633325137622?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/8150843633325137622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=8150843633325137622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8150843633325137622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8150843633325137622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/06/theres-something-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-1401893096305583244</id><published>2010-05-30T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:34:19.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;I’ve been reading the Meg Cabot Airhead series. Waste of time. Grr, I can’t help it. I’m going nuts. And just as I thought it was going to be a brainless novel to help me relax. Haha. That’s rubbish. It’s a THRILLER. Srsly. T________T It’s about a girl who got a brain transplant and an organisation which kills to silence people. How’s that for relaxing chick lit T__________________T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Got some news today. Hmm. I’m so scared.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I’m not worried about IGNYTE anymore; I’m filled with a new excitement. What Pastor Andy said is true.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And I’m worried about tomorrow too…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-1401893096305583244?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/1401893096305583244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=1401893096305583244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1401893096305583244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1401893096305583244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-reading-meg-cabot-airhead.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-1597760225891630778</id><published>2010-05-23T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:31:47.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate the word.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-1597760225891630778?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/1597760225891630778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=1597760225891630778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1597760225891630778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1597760225891630778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-word.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-461181670352882174</id><published>2010-05-23T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:28:56.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Y’know, it’s funny. Sometimes you never realise how much you overestimated how bad things get until something worse happens. I love in Christ, but sometimes I find it hard to tolerate people who can’t stop sulking about their situations when, if they took a step back they would realise how blessed they are in so many ways. Then again, I’m sulking now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Bad things just somehow kept pouring in today. In the morning, in the afternoon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I’m feeling very upset. But at least I did work.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-461181670352882174?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/461181670352882174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=461181670352882174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/461181670352882174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/461181670352882174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/05/yknow-its-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-547565845589365076</id><published>2010-05-14T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:03:59.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;2 more nights of paradise, since Chinese New Year. In more ways than one, in fact! But I believe there is more to come(:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;And on a completely irrelevant note, I realised I miss you. And you too! I miss you folks dearly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;And I still have mustered up that courage. Yet XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Oh how I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;talking in codes…&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)(LOL)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-547565845589365076?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/547565845589365076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=547565845589365076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/547565845589365076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/547565845589365076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-more-nights-of-paradise-since-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-2433847134529220460</id><published>2010-04-27T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:25:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I was on FB acknowledging my birthday wishes, I saw, on my own profile:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;“Trust in the Lord with all Your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your path straight.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;-Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Honestly, though my MSN name is “Laura will believe again”, sometimes I just feel that it’s hard. Man, my 16th birthday will be one I will never forget. Seriously. The weirdest of weird. RS presentation. Meeting with the principal. And this (the main thing la).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Y’know, it’s so pathetic, it’s funny.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-2433847134529220460?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/2433847134529220460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=2433847134529220460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2433847134529220460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2433847134529220460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-god-god-god-god-god-where-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-2972365680443889110</id><published>2010-04-26T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:05:47.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;God, will you grant me my wish? Just a day? Please?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-2972365680443889110?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/2972365680443889110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=2972365680443889110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2972365680443889110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2972365680443889110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-will-you-grant-me-my-wish-just-day.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-7190311472849779717</id><published>2010-04-12T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:04:15.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;GOSH, I should SO be studying! Not spending my time frivolously online doing frivolous things. GRAWR.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY, VERY TRUDGY, FOR AN RG GIRL (sing along to Money Money Money)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Okay probably not for RG girls. More like, just for me! PHYSICS BIO PHYSICS BIO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Okay buhbye! Whee high~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-7190311472849779717?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/7190311472849779717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=7190311472849779717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/7190311472849779717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/7190311472849779717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/04/gosh-i-should-so-be-studying-not.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-8698795497132314939</id><published>2010-04-07T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:52:01.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh please, can you guys just cut it out? Still not enough? PLEASE IT’S BEEN MORE THAN 3 MONTHS. Just shut up and get on with life. Do you know how frustrating it is for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget it. Some people just aren’t worth talking about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUST GIVE ME SOME PEACE WILL YA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Haha, I feel like an emo kid. I’m not okay! I’m cheery and gay (as in, happy!) :D Yay. And spunky and bouncing around everywhere. Yay. &lt;em&gt;But even spunky people have their areas of weakness, where they feel not-quite-so-spunky. And sometimes even spunky people are not spunky enough to deal with these.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Heh nevermind I’m still spunky and cool! :D Hah! (You know what? I feel bipolar writing this~!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Okay okay hmmmmmm let’s sit down and think about life. Life has been... Slack. Seriously. I mugged for past few papers, I think. More than I did for some time already, anyway. And after that I got contented and slack and my system rejects anything academic. It’s psychological. Sheesh. Physics and Bio coming up! And gotta do History (W6), Math (?) and MEP PT (14 April!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;And… I need to spend time alone with God! I shall spend it now then, since I need some peace too(:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Oh I forgot to mention Sunday. It was about being tired, relying on your own strength and all. I realised it’s so true for me. Bro Nick (Was it Bro Nick? I think so!) prayed for me and he prayed for a renewal of faith and it like, just dawned upon me that for a while I stopped believing that my situations would change. It was as though I had given up all hope. And that’s why the sudden emotional detachment. That’s why I stopped crying about it. That’s why I could even cut out that section of my life and deal with it only when I had to. It’s like, it wasn’t important anymore. And I basically just shifted my focus to trivial distracting things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;So, although it’s sometimes hard to try to shift my focus back to unpleasant things (correction: on God who will help me deal with unpleasant things), I shall, no, I &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; believe again(:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Laura will believe again :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Now faith is being sure of what we hope for, and certain of what we do not see. Hebrews 11:1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-8698795497132314939?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/8698795497132314939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=8698795497132314939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8698795497132314939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8698795497132314939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-please-can-you-guys-just-cut-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-5563414370727901313</id><published>2010-03-20T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:00:08.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;NEWSFLASH! Laura is finally done with 30 hours of CIP! Wheeeeeee~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Okay there’s still Responsibility in the Church, Responsibility in the Community, Responsibility in the World and maybe one other badge to be done! D:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I shall finish it today (and my exams die… XD)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;AHHHHHHHHh buhbye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-5563414370727901313?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/5563414370727901313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=5563414370727901313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5563414370727901313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5563414370727901313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/03/newsflash-laura-is-finally-done-with-30.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-1284406552095461393</id><published>2010-03-13T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:22:37.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;Appeals to generosity. I’ve been doing a fair bit of that lately, as a result of my 2 month long quest to collect 30 CIP hours to get my pioneer pin and hopefully the pioneer brigadier brooch as well. It’s crazy busy, what with PB and exams both hot on my heels. Things will get better. No, they must(:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;Anyway, I’ve learnt several things from these flag days and all:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;1. Singaporeans are nicer than you think&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;- I was collecting in the rain and so many people were rejecting me (D:) but I met a bunch of Clarins girls and some really friendly passers-by who were so nice and encouraging! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;2. People don’t donate mainly because:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;- They lack the confidence to (I’m serious!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;- They’re lazy to dig out their wallets from the recesses of their bags&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;- They’re not really well-off&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;- They’ve already donated&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;3. More people donate than you would expect (especially on your first flag day)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;4. Asking the right people is important, but don’t rule people out because of how they look. People often surprise you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;- People who fall under the “just trying my luck” category can just suddenly flash this wide toothy grin at you and reach for their wallets. Often enough!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;- People who are conventionally regarded as generous donors (e.g. Caucasians) sometimes turn out to be not-very-generous donors. Serious. With experience, I’ve learnt: Don’t ask Caucasians unless they look at you first. To avoid sounding racist, I acknowledge that many of these people are tourists; if I were a tourist, I would donate to my own people first because that’s my responsibility. Plus this flag day thing might be something they’re not used to, hence the attitude. To their credit, I’ve met several generous Caucasians before too (usually those who look at your expectantly to ask for donations!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;- On that note, don’t let ANYONE who gives you an expectant look pass you by! Very often, these people are just waiting for you to ask(:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;5. Guys are such good actors in front of their girlfriends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;- A guy walking on his own is nearly half as likely to donate as one walking with his girlfriend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;- Okay, but men in general have become increasingly generous over the years. Yay.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;6. There are only 2 kinds of parents in the world (okay this might be mildly offensive):&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;- Those who inculcate the right values in their children&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;- Those who teach their kids all the wrong things&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;7. It’s easy to tell who carries fake branded bags (again, mildly offensive)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;- The ones with real ones donate (It’ true! Especially the ladies with big sunglasses. Serious.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;- The ones with fake ones don’t&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;I’m kinda out of ideas for now. But Vivian and I also counted money today. So fun man! :D It’s quite funny there was this tin with LOTS of notes. Like seriously, quite few coins in it! But stuffed with notes. So we concluded that it must have been some shuai4ge1 or mei2nu3.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;Anyway, gotta chiongz. Leading cell tomorrow and gotta clear all PB work by board camp or risk getting slaughtered during camp! D: *shudders*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;Doing volunteer work is pretty fun actually; thinking about doing some after EOYs :D But for now I still need 8 more hours!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-1284406552095461393?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/1284406552095461393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=1284406552095461393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1284406552095461393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1284406552095461393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/03/appeals-to-generosity.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-2501234261331866709</id><published>2010-03-10T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:06:10.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;I realise something. When I’m blogging, usually it means I’m TAWGing or at least thinking about it. When I’m not blogging shows that I don’t want to think about it at all and just want to distract myself with a bunch of meaningless things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;I NEED TO TAWG I NEED TO WORK UGH LAURA YOUR HOLS ARE JUST THIS SHORT AND MORE THAN HALF IS GONE! BUCK UP!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-2501234261331866709?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/2501234261331866709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=2501234261331866709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2501234261331866709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2501234261331866709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-realise-something.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-308259099502925514</id><published>2010-03-03T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:53:47.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel it. Something’s going to happen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wrote a pretty emo thing today in class because somehow I had some time during class. Maybe I finished the worksheet or something; don’t remember. Was going to type it in, but can’t find it. Hope no one found it or something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My voice exam’s tomorrow. I’m scared.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m scared, not just for my voice exam.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m scared. To bits.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-308259099502925514?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/308259099502925514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=308259099502925514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/308259099502925514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/308259099502925514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-feel-it.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-582033318406589817</id><published>2010-02-23T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:18:09.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;Haven’t blogged for some time. Things have gotten, well, considerably worse, yet I feel considerably better. Haven’t cried in a while. Hmm…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;Anyway, have been considering letting my friends in school know what’s going on. They’ve been really nice about everything!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;I am in the process of evaluating my time managament strategies. I SHALL IMPROVE. YES. I SHALL SLEEP AT 9PM EVERYDAY, HAVING DONE ALL MY WORK AND GO TO BED 无忧无虑! So pleasant right? :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;Speaking of sleep, today was a huge fiasco. I was intending to wake at 4am to do some RS and English FA and Philo argument map, so I cleverly set my phone alarm. That worked; it was pretty aggressive. Unfortunately it was within arms length so it’s like *Grab* and *Jab SNOOZE*. It rang again in 5 min so I got fed up, turned it off, went back to sleep, and woke up at 6am instead. So there you have it. 2 hours less to slog, sleep lost. RAWR. I ended up dozing off during chinese as a result. I tried to listen okay! I even tried doing the tested-and-proven eye massage. Didn’t work la D: It’s a lot easier to doze off when you’re disengaged, and by that I mean, &lt;strong&gt;not talking.&lt;/strong&gt; XD It’s so hard to fall asleep during SS even on a sleepy day. And though the morning was really a blur, philo (which was 1st block) wasn’t too bad…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;RAWR LAURA. Do English FA now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;On a side note, in case I haven’t mentioned before, my internet fast is failing quite badly. I kept the deal for YouTube though. But this is a bit like the True Love Waits thing about compromise. Bit by bit you say, “Aiya okay la can la” then after a while everything becomes “Aiya okay la can la”. I haven’t written my commitment yet but I’m been thinking about it and have some idea. Trouble is, it’s pretty tough and I’m a bit worried. Ugh, I of little faith. *Scurries to private blog to post commitment before scurrying to do english FA*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-582033318406589817?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/582033318406589817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=582033318406589817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/582033318406589817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/582033318406589817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/02/havent-blogged-for-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-3900552046522673864</id><published>2010-02-18T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:40:21.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Standstill. Things are too still. It’s more comfortable this way, but it’s bad. Too much can happen because of this stillness. Yet it’s so hard to step out off.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Haha, funny y’know. I’ve been talking in codes for more than a month already, I think.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I need to catch up with my work. AND I’M MEETING MISS ONG TMR! Need to come up with an agenda ASAP. A good one that will keep us talking about constructive things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-3900552046522673864?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/3900552046522673864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=3900552046522673864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3900552046522673864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3900552046522673864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/02/standstill.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-6695930285161729475</id><published>2010-02-15T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:13:40.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;One day of paradise. I’m really glad to have this one day, yet I fear for days to come. But thank God for this one day of paradise! It was truly the fulfillment of my prayers. No, to be more precise, it was a lot more than I had asked for :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I’m excited for tomorrow. Very excited, actually, for more than one reason. But there remains so much work untouched, so much stuff undone (and so much TAWG un-spent for that matter XD) Oh well gotta bite the bullet and just go! Ugh, PB work is an endless stream that nags at me at the back of my head. That’s kind of irritating, but necessary I guess!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I’ve been singing this song a lot lately (I even recorded it in case I get too dreary to play the guitar XD) and I love it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Praise You in This Storm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;words by Mark Hall/music by Mark Hall and Bernie Herms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I was sure by now,God, that You would have reached down &lt;br&gt;and wiped our tears away, &lt;br&gt;stepped in and saved the day. &lt;br&gt;But once again, I say amen &lt;br&gt;and it's still raining &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;As the thunder rolls &lt;br&gt;I barely hear You whisper through the rain, &lt;br&gt;"I'm with you"&lt;br&gt;and as Your mercy falls &lt;br&gt;I raise my hands and praise &lt;br&gt;the God who gives and takes away. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I'll praise you in this storm &lt;br&gt;and I will lift my hands &lt;br&gt;for You are who You are &lt;br&gt;no matter where I am &lt;br&gt;and every tear I've cried &lt;br&gt;You hold in your hand &lt;br&gt;You never left my side &lt;br&gt;and though my heart is torn &lt;br&gt;I will praise You in this storm &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I remember when I stumbled in the wind &lt;br&gt;You heard my cry to You&lt;br&gt;and raised me up again &lt;br&gt;my strength is almost gone how can I carry on &lt;br&gt;if I can't find You &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;And as the thunder rolls &lt;br&gt;I barely hear You whisper through the rain &lt;br&gt;"I'm with you"&lt;br&gt;and as Your mercy falls &lt;br&gt;I raise my hands and praise &lt;br&gt;the God who gives and takes away &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I lift my eyes onto the hills &lt;br&gt;where does my help come from? &lt;br&gt;My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth &lt;br&gt;I lift my eyes onto the hills &lt;br&gt;where does my help come from? &lt;br&gt;My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I really love Casting Crowns. Their songs are just so real.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Oh, and on a side note, I’ve been failing miserably with my fasting this CNY holiday. I think it’s because I’m looking for a worthy distraction to all this… mess. Bleh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#008000" size="3"&gt;God He reigns&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-6695930285161729475?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/6695930285161729475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=6695930285161729475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/6695930285161729475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/6695930285161729475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-day-of-paradise.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-3376229299795732586</id><published>2010-02-10T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:30:43.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I’m at a loss. Completely.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;It’s kind of strange though. I’m like completely in denial. But the thing is, the whole situation is so absurb, how on earth can you expect me to believe it? My behaviour is absurb too, actually. I’m like, “Orhh, okay”. Haha. With some anger in there, I believe. And a whole bunch of denial. But I’m not upset (or so I think) and that’s just plain weird.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;And the strange this is that things still seem normal on one hand. Haha it’s so hard to speak in codes sometimes I end up not saying anything that’s comprehensible XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I have no idea what to do. And everyone whom I’ve told before sometime or another seems busy to me. As in, obviously to listen to me yabber about unpleasant things is uncomfortable… Not that they’ve told me so or I’ve tried to talk to them about my stuff lately but I just feel so bad bothering people. Sis Yinting is like, so busy la! Unless I’m totally desperate I wouldn’t want to trouble her D: Though she always says, “Don’t worry about bothering me”. The rest of them also tell me that and stuff like, “No don’t worry about it I really don’t mind listening” blahblah but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I still feel bad to tell them anything!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; D: Haha, or maybe feeling bad is just an excuse on my part.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Hahaha the strange thing is that I was talking about the lofty ideas? If everything &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; happens, those aren’t going to be lofty ideas anymore. I’m going to try my best to make them real. They aren’t dreams; to me, they are solutions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Then again, we’ll see how it goes. It’s hard to cling onto God, but I’ll try. No, I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-3376229299795732586?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/3376229299795732586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=3376229299795732586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3376229299795732586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3376229299795732586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-at-loss.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-1304080428444565454</id><published>2010-02-09T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:41:03.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Wah I seriously need to buck up as an SP. While researching for my QT materials I remembered that I wrote some stuff about prayer to the Allstars in one of my emails. That was when I was still a PSP.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Honestly speaking, the emails were very lohsoh la. But charged with passion man.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Hi ALLSTARS!&lt;br&gt;This email will be the first of many emails you will be receiving from me! I hope that these emails will encourage you to GROW in your walk with God((:&lt;br&gt;Since this is the first email, I shall write about what God has done for me! Why? Because when I was Sec 1, I was very encouraged when I found out about how God grew my Sec 2 senior so much when she was Sec 1, to what she had become in Sec 2. It struck me that if God could do it for her, He could do it for me. From then I became very intentional in wanting to grow. &lt;br&gt;Before I entered IGNYTE ministry, I was REALLY vulgar and enjoyed gossiping about people. I went after positions of power, good grades, and popularity. But even when I had these things, I felt an emptiness within me, like there was something I needed. So I continued to 'hunger after' those things, which made me feel more and more that there was something else I needed. Sometimes at church when I saw people engage in worship, I would act-cool but secretly admire these people for their love and passion for God. And I guess this is what led me to discover that what I needed was God.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;But it was only when I entered into IGNYTE ministry that my hunger for God increased and I started to change the way I lived. New beginnings and camp gave me a kick-start in my 'new-found' relationship. Regular services and FUEL helped to recharge me each week. But looking back, it was daily Time Alone With God (TAWG) that really helped me. What I mean by 'TAWG' here, in your present situations, is effort. It means being intentional. I remember how difficult it was for me to kick-in the habit of spending TAWG. After 2 weeks I felt I couldn't continue any more, but at that time God sent me seniors who came to tell me "Spend your TAWG, it's really important to grow in God." And together with a close IGNYTE friend, that's how I started spending my TAWG. &lt;br&gt;The effort you need to put in may mean to spend regular TAWG. Even if you do spend TAWG, have an active prayer life and all, I'm sure there are areas in your life God wants you to work on? Don't just take it as it comes. Be intentional! Make an effort to grow. &lt;br&gt;I've grown so much in the year of 2007, and I'm looking forward to more in this new year of 2008!&lt;br&gt;And just to ENCOURAGE (: all of you, here are the lyrics of a song that speaks my heart!&lt;br&gt;What He's Done&lt;br&gt;What He's done for me&lt;br&gt;Is so amazing&lt;br&gt;The love He has for me&lt;br&gt;I cannot explain&lt;br&gt;All I know is I once was lost but now am found&lt;br&gt;I was blind but now I see&lt;br&gt;And I know He can do for you &lt;br&gt;What He's done for me&lt;br&gt;I am confident that when you hunger after God, when you seek God, when you pursue God, GOD WILL NOT SHORTCHANGE YOU. GOD WILL NEVER DISAPPOINT YOU.&lt;br&gt;In an ending note, I really really want to encourage all of you ALLSTARS, in January 2008, to set your goals for this year, especially your spiritual goals, because they are going to shape and affect your priorities in life. What ever these goals may be, I suggest you paste it/write it some where you will see everyday. And every day when you see these goals, remember them and work towards them.&lt;br&gt;Be intentional, and shine for God!&lt;br&gt;Lots and lots of love (God's, and mine!)&lt;br&gt;Laura (:&lt;br&gt;[you can call me LOL]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Hello ALLSTARS!&lt;br&gt;I hope you look forward to this email! Take it as a mid-week reminder not to forget about God(:&lt;br&gt;I'm sure you've all been faithful in following the Bible reading plan, and praying for your friends in your Battle Plan, right? *grins*&lt;br&gt;Well... Not all is lost if you haven't, it's not too late to start! You only have 6 chapters in luke to catch up with((: Certainly good news for you!&lt;br&gt;Before I begin my 'message', I just want to thank you all for reading my previous email! Please continue to do so! It would also be great if you would like to reply some thoughts/reflections about the email to me! But that's totally optional. Any feedback/suggestions, possibly as to what I can email all of you about, are also welcomed.&lt;br&gt;Anyway, this email will be based on the verse from Jeremiah 29:13. God says "You will seek me and find me when you search for me with all your heart". I'll be sharing about what this means, how it applies to us, as well as some personal experiences.&lt;br&gt;Back to Jer 29:13. When I first heard of this verse, I was like "DUH!" When you search for God with all your heart, you will obviously seek God! But now, what I feel this verse really means is that when we come to a point of desperation for God, He will honour that desperation with a greater hunger for Him, and He will honour that hunger by revealing (more of) Himself to us.&lt;br&gt;That might sound a bit complicated, so it might help if I showed a Biblical example?&lt;br&gt;If you remember, we read luke 5:27-32 a few days ago. It was about Levi the tax collector (who were notorious for swindling $$ at that time.) But the moment Jesus called him, he left everything and followed Jesus. That's how hungry he was to repent and change his way of life! I think the word 'everything' here summarises too much. Do you know the magnitude of the word everything? Think of the EVERYTHING in your life. If Jesus came one day (and you knew it was him) and called you, would you be hungry enough to follow him? Think about it.&lt;br&gt;Honestly speaking, if Jesus really came one day, I might not be hungry enough to drop everything and just follow him. I mean, I guess I would, but it's hard to say. I've struggled (still do sometimes) with keeping my hunger and passion for God going 24/7, year round. Sometimes TAWG becomes so much of a routine, it becomes a chore. I guess with our sinful human nature, it's difficult to continuously have so much zeal for God. I've been getting dry spell after dry spell recently, especially if I miss services or TAWG. I notice that trend in myself, so I really try as much as possible not to! Though my passion might not keep on burning (kerosene can run out okay!), putting in effort to keep it going helps! And the time we spend with God renews us and keeps us going! I testify to that(: So don't be discouraged if sometimes you feel distant or indifferent (bo chap) about God. Press on, don't let go!&lt;br&gt;Or what if you don't know how a touch of God feels like? I can't describe it in words, just know it's indescribably awesome. Even if you don't think you FEEL God or love God or something, maybe you could try thinking of all the things you have, family and friends, nature, all your blessings and gifts, and think of God, your creator, from whom these things come from. Keep giving thanks to God, and pray for hunger! If you don't know how to pray, ask God (you can ask me too..)! (:&lt;br&gt;Keep on praying and reading the Word!&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;3 LOL ! :D&lt;br&gt;P.S. I love you! (Invite your friends, yea!)&lt;br&gt;P.P.S. Thanks goes to Bro Zhi Hao for highlighting keywords for us!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Hi ALLSTARS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I'm sure all of you enjoyed Friday's event! It's awesome seeing IGNYTErs bringing in nearly 200 FTVs that night! Great job! :D &lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Continue to bring your friends for services/events and to pray and believe in their salvation, yea?&lt;br&gt;Yes, pray. I know this is something that some of us struggle with! But as I've been saying to those who've prayed with me, what counts is what comes from the heart. Of course, the use of verses, appropriate vocabulary etc is good to have, but I don't think that's the most important. One can blabber non-stop, using the most impressive vocabulary and the most appropriate and exhaustive list of things to pray about. But if the person doesn't mean it, if the people isn't sincere about it, it's just as good as nothing! I admit sometimes, especially if there's something I NEED to pray about, I blabber. It's like, I know HOW I should be praying, and I say everything out. And at the end of it I realise that I don't know what I've prayed for. It's sad! I know that's also one of the things I really need to work on this year, to mean everything that I pray.&lt;br&gt;You may ask, "Why is it so important to mean what I pray?" The thing is, God already knows what our needs are. When we pray, we are humbling ourselves to ask for it, which is what God wants! Just like even if your mum knows you need something, she might not get it right away! Sometimes, she waits for you to ask, right? ((:&lt;br&gt;2 Chronicles 7:14. "if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land."&lt;br&gt;Remember that!&lt;br&gt;Now, I'd like to share an amazing testimony to all of you. This incident happened last year, around November, but it's only now that I see God's hand in it. I thank God that He has shown me that this is a powerful testimony of how prayer can work wonders, not just a mere coincidence as I dismissed it to be at the time when it happened.&lt;br&gt;I was blogsurfing one day when I chanced upon the blog of a girl my age called *Janice. Everything about her profile seemed fine, and she was even in the same class as one of my IGNYTE friends. I went to the 'posts' section and I was shocked to see so much hurt reflected in her first post, which was about being bullied. Even though I didn't know her, I could feel for her through what she had written. My heart went out to her and I thought, "She must come to experience the love of God that will heal her from all that hurt!"&lt;br&gt;Initially I wanted to tell my friend to bring Janice to church, but I didn't because I didn't know that friend well. So all I could do was to pray for her. I prayed hard that God would reveal Himself to her and that somehow or other she will come to experience His love.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Some time passed, and I forgot about the incident. That was until I saw my friend bring along a girl to church. I was thinking,"Great, an FTV!" but deep inside I thought, "Could that be Janice?"&lt;br&gt;And as I found out later, it certainly was.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I was totally totally amazed. I mean, I prayed for someone whose profile I had only seen online, and she didn't even know me. But by God's AWESOME power, she came to know Him!&lt;br&gt;Not only that. She began to regularly attend services and I eventually befriended her. And guess what? Less than 6 months from the start of this series of events, Janice rededicated her life to the Lord. God is good, amen?&lt;br&gt;As I recounted this to Janice and later, that IGNYTE friend, I asked, "Why did you decide to bring JANICE to church, out of so many people?" The response I received was, "You know what? She asked me to."&lt;br&gt;Why is God so awesome!!! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;*Janice is a pseudonym.&lt;br&gt;I hope this testimony has shown you that prayer IS powerful and effective!&lt;br&gt;God bless all of you mighty prayer warriors! :D&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;3 LOL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Hello ALLSTARS!&lt;br&gt;I hope all of you are enjoying your new school term? Well, do make sure that in spite of all your busyness, you still leave some time for God, eh? (:&lt;br&gt;As we move into Term 2, I guess some of you might still have the results from your previous term at the back of your mind.&lt;br&gt;Maybe they were good. Or maybe they were not as good as you'd expect them to be. But you know what? The Bible says to give thanks &lt;b&gt;at all times &lt;/b&gt;(Psalms 119:62-even at midnight!)&lt;b&gt; and in all circumstances &lt;/b&gt;(Ephesians 5:20).&lt;br&gt;I know it sounds difficult, especially when we're in the pits! But I've learnt that even when we're in such times, God still remembers us, carries our problems, gives us peace; He is always worthy of all our praise!&lt;br&gt;Listen to this song and think about the lyrics.&lt;br&gt;What does this tell us?&lt;br&gt;Forever- Chris Tomlin&lt;br&gt;Click &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=wOZVFHqKg1k"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;HERE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt; to listen&lt;br&gt;Click &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianlyricsonline.com/artists/chris-tomlin/forever.html"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;HERE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt; for lyrics&lt;br&gt;To me, this song is about God's faithfulness in all things, and I think that alone is enough reason to give thanks.&lt;br&gt;Sometimes I really wonder what I would be doing, how I would be living if not for His faithfulness. I've had my lows, and I'll share one of them with you.&lt;br&gt;This happened mostly when I was in P3. Although it still happens sometimes, but the situation has improved greatly and I really thank God for it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;lt;Section cut out&amp;gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;God's faithfulness is far from being the only reason to give thanks, but I thought that it might be easier to view the concept of thanksgiving when you can understand what you give thanks for!&lt;br&gt;Actually, I think thanksgiving is, in part, an 'obligation'. In the Lord's prayer, the first thing Jesus says (after Our Father in Heaven) is hallowed be thy name. In other words, Jesus' priority was not just to pile up his trolley with the items on His shopping list to God. He first gave thanks.&lt;br&gt;And sometimes giving thanks isn't so easy! Like in Luke 22:17, Jesus gave thanks for the bread and the cup, the very symbols representing His death. It's just like knowing that you're going to be killed tomorrow with a sword and a hammer and you give thanks for those things.&lt;br&gt;I'm using Jesus' stories because, as you'd know if you read your Bible (I'm sure you do! ;D), that Jesus always gave thanks!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://atschool.eduweb.co.uk/sbs777/snotes/note0208.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;And so should you! ;D&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;3 LOL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Sorta embarrassing to read stuff I wrote in Sec 2. It’s very blatant. But it had that &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; la. And I really hope to write something that will truly truly impact my GB mates for QT. My topic is “Pray Continually”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-1304080428444565454?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/1304080428444565454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=1304080428444565454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1304080428444565454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1304080428444565454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/02/wah-i-seriously-need-to-buck-up-as-sp.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-1925741174447191610</id><published>2010-02-09T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:19:56.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have been good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;You have been good&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;You have been good&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;And I am in wonder how it can be&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;You have been good&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;You’ve been so good&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;In so many ways you’ve been good to me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was made to praise you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;I was made to praise You&lt;br&gt;I was made to glorify Your name&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="ve"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;In every circumstance&lt;br&gt;To find a chance to thank You&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I was made to love You&lt;br&gt;I was made to worship at Your feet&lt;br&gt;And to obey You, Lord&lt;br&gt;I was made for You&lt;br&gt;I will always praise You&lt;br&gt;I will always glorify Your name&lt;br&gt;In every circumstance&lt;br&gt;I'll find a chance to thank You&lt;br&gt;I will always love You&lt;br&gt;I will always worship at Your feet&lt;br&gt;And I'll obey You, Lord&lt;br&gt;I was made for You&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give thanks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;Give thanks with a grateful heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;Give thanks to the Holy One&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;Give thanks because He's given &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;Jesus Christ His Son. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;And now let the weak say "I am strong."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;Let the poor say "I am rich."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;Because of what the Lord has done for us&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;Give thanks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;Admittedly, it’s been really tough la. In a sense the situation has now been compounded because I have:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;1. Tons of homework, PB work, GB work, RS stuff, and leftover Taiwan work&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;2. Little time but little focus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;3. Been finding it hard to spend TAWG and all&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;In a sense it’s good the stress hasn’t quite got to me. Of course it’s bad too. But I’ve learnt a lot this past month, way way more than I’ve learnt before. I’ve learnt to find joy, to give thanks in all circumstances. Just like it says in 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18! (Speaking of which, I don’t see what’s so great about the song I wrote. I think it’s quite bland XD Don’t get why everyone seems to like it. Haha to be fair to myself, I wrote it in like, 10 min, and the verse has no meter to it! Okay but honestly la, even though I don’t really like it I’m still secretly happy about all the praise/attention it’s been receiving, though it’s dead hard not boasting/claiming credit since most don’t know who wrote it. Humility humility humility. Besides, ya la it’s not that great D:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;Tomorrow’s an exciting and slack day, everyone say yay :D Chem History Math, PE and CLE! :D Okay we have PB GM too, hopefully I don’t get scolded or something. GMs scare me. CLE is pretty exciting, hopefully. For one, we have awesome teachers. And it’s slack. And it’s pretty thought-provoking if you take it seriously, since we’re doing “success” this term. And PE is just awesome man :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I should spend some time with God and do my homework. Hmm I shall write the QT materials for GB camp now :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ve" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-1925741174447191610?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/1925741174447191610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=1925741174447191610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1925741174447191610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1925741174447191610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-have-been-good-you-have-been-good.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-2886977978830930026</id><published>2010-02-08T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:40:38.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;HAHA strange. I’ve been talking about lofty ideas with friends 2 days in a row. Hmm…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;Well things have been… Interesting. I can’t tell if it’s improving or getting worse. Can be either. Gotta press on pray hard. I’m dying under my homework honestly speaking. So much to do so little time!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;GOTTA SPEND TAWG HAVEN’T BEEN SPENDING GOOD QUALITY TAWG IN SOME TIME.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;URGH. WHY’S THERE SO MUCH TO DO DO.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;Okay stop complaining get to work &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-2886977978830930026?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/2886977978830930026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=2886977978830930026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2886977978830930026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2886977978830930026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/02/haha-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-3504070194494361507</id><published>2010-02-04T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:36:31.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There’s been a considerable amount of action going on lately. It’s pretty daunting, honestly! For better for worse I really don’t know. It started off promising but now it seems things have gotten worse. Ohwell, gotta trust God and cling onto His promises.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay anyway, I do owe Lidan a little something XD She asked me what’s my purpose in life, so I said I would blog it. I don’t know why I can’t say it la; I’m quite shy, I guess. Really. I don’t think I’m ashamed of the gospel or of God in any way, but I &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; very shy sometimes D: Or maybe it’s just excuses. Hmm, something to think about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My purpose is basically to seek serve and follow Christ (which is the GB mission too!), and to fulfil my God-given destiny. As in, I don’t buy into all these things about material success or power or even happiness. Haha, and by the way, I believe in joy, not happiness(: Happiness is conditional; joy doesn’t care about what happens- it remains in spite of the most dire of circumstances. Haha and joy is, in many ways, a choice! :D As for all the material stuff, if they come, they come. I’m not being impractical or unrealistic or having lofty ideas. I know how important money is. That doesn’t actually mean I care so much.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And to address the “fulfilling my God-given destiny” part, to be honest I don’t know what it is. I have an idea, but it’s still pretty hazy. In terms of jobs and all, especially. I am quite sure, though, that I do &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;have a full-time call. Haha, I thought having a full-time call was really cool, so I prayed about it for some time a couple of years back. And I usually know when God’s calling me to something (responding is another thing though!) Besides, we have altar calls for full-time call pretty often and I honestly don’t think I have one. Haha(: So yup, chances are, I will take on a secular job.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;All this talk arose from the CLE lesson “What is success?” which was really pretty thought-provoking. We’ll be doing more of this in the weeks to come, so yeah, something to look forward to I guess :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I need to spend some time with God! Lay down all my burdens and baggage :D And just spend some time in awe at the greatness of God.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-3504070194494361507?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/3504070194494361507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=3504070194494361507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3504070194494361507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3504070194494361507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-been-considerable-amount-of.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-6427183714860455207</id><published>2010-02-02T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:03:06.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;URGH. Do you know how long I took to stop missing Taiwan so much? With Mingdao’s visit today, I’m back at square one. GRAWR. Eh seriously leh!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The wushu guy from Mingdao came today! I presented something and played keys. Both weren’t very successful D: But we had fun, and talking to our buddies made me reminisce our wonderful Taiwan times. I WISH I BLOGGED DURING THAT MONTH. Oh well XD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ENOUGH OF TAIWAN. I shall try to go back to the harsh realities of life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now’s not time to be complacent. Things are improving, very VERY slightly. I THINK. I HOPE.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ve gotta continue interceding la.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-6427183714860455207?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/6427183714860455207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=6427183714860455207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/6427183714860455207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/6427183714860455207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/02/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-4668192113061280197</id><published>2010-01-31T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:50:32.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things representative of my 4 weeks in Taiwan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;1. Stepping into 师大 and then the NTNU Hostel lobby&lt;br&gt;2. The lift that keeps closing on people&lt;br&gt;3. Talking water cooler&lt;br&gt;4. “Dudette” “Yes?” “Not you dudette, the other dudette!” –Yingxin (who often turns delirious and forgets names at night!)&lt;br&gt;5. 地下餐厅&lt;br&gt;6. Playing bridge, hearts and taiti with awesome buddies&lt;br&gt;7. The common room with the TV, sofa and lots of space to play cards&lt;br&gt;8. Playing TOD (especially the all-nighter on 5 Dec!)&lt;br&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; 师大夜市 &amp;lt;3&lt;br&gt;10. Food coupons&lt;br&gt;11. Bubble tea from 会上隐 （茉香奶茶）&lt;br&gt;12. Asking for toilet paper (and once, even twice in 2 days XD)&lt;br&gt;13. Teasing couples&lt;br&gt;14. Karaoke&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;15. Melty Kiss and Hi-Chew&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;16. Flipping through the dictionary (and googling) for 繁体字&lt;br&gt;17. Blue and pink room slippers&lt;br&gt;18. Water parade&lt;br&gt;19. Bed check at 9.45pm&lt;br&gt;20. Hearing Yingx Germ Selene Minghao etc. etc. swoon about DBSK&lt;br&gt;21. Prank calls&lt;br&gt;22. Worrying about overweight luggage&lt;br&gt;23. Gossiping at night with Selene and Ying Xin *tsk tsk* Okay not gossip; it’s just chitchat la.&lt;br&gt;24. 蓝组&lt;br&gt;25. Using nicknames (F4, KingKa etc...)&lt;br&gt;26. Crashing rooms&lt;br&gt;27. 淡水&lt;br&gt;28. Singing opera at night&lt;br&gt;29. Watching Selene do the limbo&lt;br&gt;30. Exercising in the cold cold night&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;31. Sleeping in class (and popping Vit C to stay awake)&lt;br&gt;32. Celebrating birthdays&lt;br&gt;33. 锅贴 and 水饺&lt;br&gt;34. 梁山伯与祝英台的爱情故事&lt;br&gt;35. Seeing our 班长 cross-dress (and the fake boobs)&lt;br&gt;36. The big hammer (after the balloon shooting @ Danshui!)&lt;br&gt;37. Meeting for rehearsals&lt;br&gt;38. 扯零&lt;br&gt;39. 皮雕&lt;br&gt;40. 吸管&lt;br&gt;41. 中国结&lt;br&gt;42. Watching catfights between Selene and Yingxin&lt;br&gt;43. Late-night intensive mugging (seeing people in the common room at 1am/2am!)&lt;br&gt;44. Having supper while mugging at night (Yoghurt with fruits instant oatmeal, milo, crackers, beef cup noodles!)&lt;br&gt;45. Room card-keys (which require special technique to use!)&lt;br&gt;46. Watching DBY in Taichung on Graduation Tour!&lt;br&gt;47. Squatting toilets&lt;br&gt;48. Feeling awkward in 偶像店s&lt;br&gt;49. The awesome stationery shop&lt;br&gt;50. Taking half an hour to reach the korean restaurant (thanks Selene XD) (The bimbimbab is AWESOME)&lt;br&gt;51. “我门失踪了！”&lt;br&gt;52. Spraying insect repellent everywhere (doorframe, mosquito net etc.)&lt;br&gt;53. Getting rid of the weird insectish things in our room (using a modified wire hanger!)&lt;br&gt;54. 爱情万岁&lt;br&gt;55. Receiving 1000NT, distributed by teachers, at random moments&lt;br&gt;56. Yummy bread from SunMerry Cafe&lt;br&gt;57. Arcade games&lt;br&gt;58. Using water pressure to wash the toilet&lt;br&gt;59. Sharing a tiny netbook&lt;br&gt;60. Eating strange burgers for breakfast&lt;br&gt;61. Fretting about 分班测验，默写，小考，期中考，期末考 and the end of term achievement test&lt;br&gt;62. Doing 造句 with Google&lt;br&gt;63. Chionging 习字，新诗 at night (with roomies to consult!)&lt;br&gt;64. Camwhoring&lt;br&gt;65. Watching korean movies instead of mugging at night&lt;br&gt;66. Blasting music (mainly Korean, DBSK etc.) in the room&lt;br&gt;67. The clothes bed XD&lt;br&gt;68. The cool balcony that joins 508 and 510 together!&lt;br&gt;69. Long bus rides&lt;br&gt;70. Eating in our rooms&lt;br&gt;71. Baked pasta and 肉锉面&lt;br&gt;72. Hanging wet clothes everywhere&lt;br&gt;73. Small drizzly rain&lt;br&gt;74. Umbrellas in the corridors&lt;br&gt;75. 辅导员s&lt;br&gt;76. Free 红茶 and 绿茶 in the huge pots with long ladles and plastic bags and rafia string and straws!&lt;br&gt;77. Walking down the streets like we've been there forever and rule the world&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;78. Freaky baroque music in the basement&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;79. 天灯&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;80. Talking about guys (we don’t mean the RI guys y’know XD) (okay except when we were complaining about their ungentlemanliness on the first day)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;81. Preparing farewell parties for teachers&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;82. Handwashing clothes&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;83. Watermelon-guava-dragonfruit-kiwi-orange-pineapple-jambu-CHERRYTOMATO D: fruit boxes twice a day&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;84. Selene and her expenditure reports and earring shopping!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;85. Yingxin and her “Changmin! Changmin! Junsuuuuuuu!”&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;86. “I think Jaejoong is ugly” –Laura (just to spite Minghao) “IOGJARJIOSJFOISJOISJMCOKMX! *strangles*” –Minghao&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;87. G5 and Janfusun Fancyworld (and the puke basins)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;88. Cheese croquette from the Japanese restaurant&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;89. Mopping the room floor&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;90. Singing in the room with Yingx (and influencing Selene to eventually start singing in the shower!)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;91. Kahmo (not-very-yummy) spaghetti&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;92. Playing pingpong at Hibiscus Hotel&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;93. Attempting to play pool on the 11th floor (with Addy’s instruction) (hint: keyword “attempting”)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;94. Feeling good when we replied in Chinese to people who spoke to us in English. (And being able to speak Taiwanese too!)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;95. Disposable underwear&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;96. Wearing my luggage key on my wrist and a ladybug whistle around my neck nearly all the time (I can’t believe I nearly forgot that)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;97. Opening and closing my yellow luggage bag many many times a day (to put valuables and all)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;98. 古亭站！&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;99. 西门丁！&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;100. Our awesome day at 中正纪念堂 watching 宝岛一村 and being really high at the Chiang Kai-Shek memorial hall. The view from up there was stunning! It’s like dark, with the pretty pretty lights!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Okay admittedly these are barely representative. I’ve wrecked my brain a fair bit and this is what I’ve got so far. I tried to squeeze some points together to make space, actually. But this list is really just a snippet of everything. I don’t know why, but I just miss those 4 weeks so much! Maybe it’s the weather, or the freedom to do anything you want, or the company. Probably the combination of everything. If I had the opportunity to go again there are some things I’d do differently though. For one, I wouldn’t go with the misconception that 1 month is very long. And I would spend more money (it’s worth it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt; man)! I think the most saddening thing is that it’s highly unlikely I’ll get to stay in a hostel with such lovely people and do such lovely things in a lovely place for one whole month again. At least, not in the next 2 years.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Why the sudden Taiwan fever again? Maybe because ever since I returned things have been so tough and there’s been so much to worry about. Over there, not much, other than exams and homework. Which are inconsequential at the end of the day, anyway. In other words, the 1 month was like, time off from the harsh realities of life. Another reason why the Taiwan fever. MINGDAO HIGH SCHOOL IS COMING TO RGS! :D :D :D Hopefully my buddy’s coming :D&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-4668192113061280197?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/4668192113061280197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=4668192113061280197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4668192113061280197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4668192113061280197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/100-things-representative-of-my-4-weeks.html' title='100 things representative of my 4 weeks in Taiwan'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-1579118830315852805</id><published>2010-01-30T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:51:45.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I will never run out of things to thank God for. This is my conclusion. Was talking to Anders and I realised that recently, though situations have barely changed for the better (possibly even for the worse), that my outlook has changed drastically. I’m no longer pulling a long face and sighing every where I go; in a sense my behaviour and mood have reverted more or less to normal, I think.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Thank God for that la. I wanna spend TAWG and plan cell, but I’m teaching Xinkai math now. Hmm… Haha a bit more and I’ll go off!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-1579118830315852805?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/1579118830315852805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=1579118830315852805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1579118830315852805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1579118830315852805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-will-never-run-out-of-things-to-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-843933675376662681</id><published>2010-01-28T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:58:10.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;English AA I love you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Okay maybe not. Because of my BELOVED, I haven’t done my other homework. 私函！Math Assignment! Goodness me…&amp;nbsp; And I havent’ spent TAWG for a couple of days.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Well, work is a good distraction though, from all the things going on. I’m so, so glad there’s SP empowerment tomorrow night! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Okay I’ve got to chiong english now. Good thing I sneaked a teaspoon of coffee into my milo so now I’m bright cheery and awake. Coffee is scary. It’s like drugs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-843933675376662681?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/843933675376662681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=843933675376662681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/843933675376662681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/843933675376662681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/english-aa-i-love-you-okay-maybe-not.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-7642636514082579957</id><published>2010-01-27T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:31:53.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This whole experience has really taught me a whole lot about thanksgiving. And today is a day I wanna give thanks for. It’s nothing big or “eventful”, but precisely because it was relatively uneventful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank God for a better day :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Reminder to self: find something like a lollipop or a bar of chocolate for Chu Lee Voon and Han Jun! Or a pack of gummies or something! Birthday! Don’t forget! Oh and something to appreciate Joanna for writing minutes (and typing them in) for department meeting today! I must learn to be more people-centred. It’s not so easy okay!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-7642636514082579957?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/7642636514082579957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=7642636514082579957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/7642636514082579957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/7642636514082579957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-whole-experience-has-really-taught.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-5400206441900841610</id><published>2010-01-26T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:14:20.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Psalms 13 is a Psalm that has touched my heart.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h6 align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Psalm 13&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h6 align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;For the director of music. A psalm of David. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; How long, O LORD ? Will you forget me forever? &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How long will you hide your face from me? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; How long must I wrestle with my thoughts &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and every day have sorrow in my heart? &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How long will my enemy triumph over me? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; Look on me and answer, O LORD my God. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; my enemy will say, "I have overcome him," &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and my foes will rejoice when I fall. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; But I trust in your unfailing love; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; my heart rejoices in your salvation. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; I will sing to the LORD, &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; for he has been good to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Deciding to read Psalms (which was a change of plan from Isaiah) was, I believe, a God-led decision. The last time I tried to read it I kept falling asleep. Unbelievable. Psalms is so, so beautiful. I love the book of Psalms(:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;As usual, plenty of things on my mind. BIG HUGE GARGANTUAN ones, manageably small ones, puny ones. But it’s okay. I know that no matter how BIG HUGE GARGANTUAN these things get, my God is BIGGER HUGER AND GARGANTUAN-ER! No actually He’s the BIGGEST HUGGEST AND GARGANTUAN-EST! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Yeah :DD Gonna keep up my spirits and press on and &lt;strong&gt;believe&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-5400206441900841610?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/5400206441900841610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=5400206441900841610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5400206441900841610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5400206441900841610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/psalms-13-is-psalm-that-has-touched-my.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-3889334533553312763</id><published>2010-01-25T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:48:38.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;When will I ever stop having “such days”, I ask myself. Since last week it’s been so hard to get by. Yet everyday is a day the Lord has made, and we should rejoice and be glad in it :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;But this is also exactly what it means to count the cost, to pay the price, to carry the cross. These are often lines we sing in songs, sometimes meaninglessly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;And to be honest, sometimes when I sing these songs I do wonder what the cost will be for me. And then something I treasure pops up in my head, and I think, “If that is what it takes, what will I do? Will I give up Jesus?” But many a time such thoughts are too difficult to entertain, and the easier option is to simply chuck them aside.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;It’s only during times like these when I stop to think, and do some soul-searching. I’ve thought long and hard about it. I thought, “If giving up Jesus will change my situation completely, would I?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I know from the bottom of my heart that I will not.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;From 3 big things and 1 frivolous thing on my mind, it has both downsized and upsized to 2 very big and bothering things. One extremely big and bothering (and bigger and more bothering than it was before) and another significantly less, but still very bothering in the current context (since I deal with this on top of the very big and bothering thing around).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;And I can’t go around telling all these things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;And even if I do, the people I CAN tell can’t do anything. But pray, that is. As in, the smaller problem is not that hard to resolve if I could just approach and explain my situation and perhaps consider making a particular decision (which would require plenty of consideration too). But I can’t! I don’t want to explain the situation. I really really don’t know. It’s very blurry and all, but that’s also kinda, the point.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Here’s a verse Johann shared on Sunday that’s kept me going:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;1 Corinthians 1:25&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;For the foolishness of God is wiser than man's wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man's strength.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;And I was just talking to God and telling Him how difficult I was finding things and this verse just rang in my mind.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;There’s this song that’s kept me going too, on more than one occasion.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voice of Truth&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(by Casting Crowns)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Oh,what I would do to have&lt;br&gt;the kind of faith it takes &lt;br&gt;To climb out of this boat I'm in &lt;br&gt;Onto the crashing waves&lt;br&gt;To step out of my comfort zone&lt;br&gt;Into the realm of the unknown &lt;br&gt;Where Jesus is, &lt;br&gt;And he's holding out his hand&lt;br&gt;But the waves are calling out my name &lt;br&gt;and they laugh at me&lt;br&gt;Reminding me of all the times &lt;br&gt;I've tried before and failed&lt;br&gt;The waves they keep on telling me &lt;br&gt;time and time again&lt;br&gt;"Boy, you'll never win, &lt;br&gt;you'll never win."&lt;br&gt;But the Voice of truth tells me a different story&lt;br&gt;the Voice of truth says "do not be afraid!"&lt;br&gt;and the Voice of truth says "this is for My glory"&lt;br&gt;Out of all the voices calling out to me&lt;br&gt;I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth&lt;br&gt;Oh, what I would do &lt;br&gt;to have the kind of strength it takes&lt;br&gt;To stand before a giant &lt;br&gt;with just a sling and a stone&lt;br&gt;Surrounded by the sound &lt;br&gt;of a thousand warriors &lt;br&gt;shaking in their armor&lt;br&gt;Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand&lt;br&gt;But the giant's calling out &lt;br&gt;my name and he laughs at me&lt;br&gt;Reminding me of all the times &lt;br&gt;I've tried before and failed&lt;br&gt;The giant keeps on telling me &lt;br&gt;time and time again&lt;br&gt;"Boy you'll never win, &lt;br&gt;you'll never win."&lt;br&gt;But the voice of truth tells me a different story&lt;br&gt;the Voice of truth says "do not be afraid!"&lt;br&gt;and the Voice of truth says "this is for My glory"&lt;br&gt;Out of all the voices calling out to me&lt;br&gt;I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth&lt;br&gt;But the stone was just the right size&lt;br&gt;to put the giant on the ground&lt;br&gt;and the waves they don't seem so high&lt;br&gt;from on top of them looking down&lt;br&gt;I will soar with the wings of eagles&lt;br&gt;when I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus&lt;br&gt;singing over me&lt;br&gt;But the Voice of truth tells me a different story &lt;br&gt;The Voice of truth says "do not be afraid!" &lt;br&gt;And the Voice of truth says "this is for my glory" &lt;br&gt;Out of all the voices calling out to me (calling out to me)&lt;br&gt;I will choose to listen and believe (I will choose to listen and believe)&lt;br&gt;I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth&lt;br&gt;I will listen and believe&lt;br&gt;I will listen and believe the Voice of truth&lt;br&gt;I will listen and believe &lt;br&gt;'Cause Jesus you are the Voice of truth&lt;br&gt;And I will listen to you.. oh you are the Voice of truth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;And I will listen and believe the voice of truth, to know that “this is for My glory”, and not to be afraid.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-3889334533553312763?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/3889334533553312763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=3889334533553312763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3889334533553312763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3889334533553312763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-will-i-ever-stop-having-such-days.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-8963908600142561021</id><published>2010-01-24T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:41:20.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My mum’s sick D: Please keep her in your prayers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-8963908600142561021?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/8963908600142561021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=8963908600142561021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8963908600142561021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8963908600142561021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-mums-sick-d-please-keep-her-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-1899885888027740375</id><published>2010-01-24T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:18:01.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I miss Taiwan. It’s been nearly 2 months since we returned, and I miss it nearly as much as I did when I just returned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But anyway, now’s not the time to be thinking about frivolous things like this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-1899885888027740375?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/1899885888027740375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=1899885888027740375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1899885888027740375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1899885888027740375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-taiwan.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-3221866934296680838</id><published>2010-01-24T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:19:21.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Oink oink, I am a pig.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I slept at 11pm the night before, woke up at 10am on Saturday morning. And then I slept at 11.30pm yesterday (okay maybe 12am) and woke up at 7am. And I was looking forward to sit down for a productive 3-4 hours of work this afternoon after returning for church, and guess what I did? Haha, I did about… 30-45min of english AA email discussion. And then after sending out 2 very very lengthy emails I glanced at my bed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;No prizes for guessing what happened next.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;And yes I’m still tired *snores* but if I sleep any more, uhh, I’m going die. My work! D:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Urgh. Urgh. Urgh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I need to spend TAWG too. Didn’t spend TAWG yesterday. Nowadays everyday is eventful. A less eventful day is a day of even more thanksgiving. But it also causes complacency. Must press on, and continue to intercede.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;*snores*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Aiyo Laura…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-3221866934296680838?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/3221866934296680838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=3221866934296680838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3221866934296680838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3221866934296680838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/oink-oink-i-am-pig.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-8561407700813473915</id><published>2010-01-23T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:15:49.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Okay, probably not. (In response to yesterday!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I’ve been trying to get my mind off these huge horrible things and think about the more frivolous things on my mind. Doesn’t work either XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-8561407700813473915?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/8561407700813473915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=8561407700813473915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8561407700813473915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8561407700813473915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-probably-not.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-434797709023607301</id><published>2010-01-22T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:18:42.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Was there breakthrough? I wonder.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-434797709023607301?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/434797709023607301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=434797709023607301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/434797709023607301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/434797709023607301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/was-there-breakthrough-i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-4503940824893774529</id><published>2010-01-22T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:13:34.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Finally, it rained again. From my eyes, I mean. This week has been such a week, I was wondering how I could go through without tearing a single drop.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;It feels good, but at the same time, I can’t explain the feeling. It’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;utter despair&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and at the same time, the knowledge that the Lord is with me. I asked myself, “Laura why are you crying?” And I concluded that I had been touched by the love of God.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I shall not attempt to describe today’s events here. It is impossible to do so here. *runs to private blog*. But that’s not what I want to share. I am here to share about my worship today, which was absolutely AMAZING.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;We have overcome&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Thanks be to God &lt;br&gt;Who always causes us to triumph in His name&lt;br&gt;Thanks be to God&lt;br&gt;Who always causes us to win, yeah&lt;br&gt;Thanks be to God &lt;br&gt;Who always causes us to triumph in His name&lt;br&gt;Thanks be to God&lt;br&gt;Thanks be to God&lt;br&gt;We have overcome&lt;br&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br&gt;We have overcome &lt;br&gt;By the power of your name&lt;br&gt;Jesus you’re the one&lt;br&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br&gt;The one who made a way&lt;br&gt;For us to triumph in His name&lt;br&gt;Oh, oh, Oh, oh&lt;br&gt;We got the victory&lt;br&gt;Everything will be alright, alright&lt;br&gt;We got the victory &lt;br&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br&gt;‘Cause we’re on the wining side&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;How could I live without you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;How could I live without You&lt;br&gt;How could I survive&lt;br&gt;Without Your love&lt;br&gt;Without Your touch&lt;br&gt;You’re the One that heals me&lt;br&gt;And cleanses my heart&lt;br&gt;And sets me free&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Now i come right before You&lt;br&gt;With my hands lifted up&lt;br&gt;With my heart humbly bowed&lt;br&gt;At Your work on the cross&lt;br&gt;As You hang there and die&lt;br&gt;You were paying the price&lt;br&gt;For my life, For my life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;For Your love is higher than the heavens&lt;br&gt;Deeper than the seas&lt;br&gt;And all I want is You in my life&lt;br&gt;No one else can satisfy my soul&lt;br&gt;Can make me feel this way&lt;br&gt;Only You Lord, only You &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Here in my life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I have never walked on water&lt;br&gt;Felt the waves beneath my feet but&lt;br&gt;At your Word Lord, I’ll receive Your&lt;br&gt;Faith to walk on oceans deep&lt;br&gt;And I remember how You found me:&lt;br&gt;In that very same place&lt;br&gt;All my failing surely would've drowned me&lt;br&gt;But You made a way&lt;br&gt;You are my freedom&lt;br&gt;Jesus you’re the reason&lt;br&gt;I’m kneeling again at Your throne&lt;br&gt;Where would I be without You&lt;br&gt;Here in my life, here in my life?&lt;br&gt;You have said that all the heavens&lt;br&gt;Sing for joy at one who finds&lt;br&gt;The way to freedom, truth of Jesus&lt;br&gt;Bought from death into His life&lt;br&gt;And I remember how You saw me:&lt;br&gt;Through the eyes of Your grace&lt;br&gt;And though the cost was Your beloved for me&lt;br&gt;Still you made a way!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I want to let Jesus love me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I want to let Jesus love me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Put His arms around me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Touch my arms so I can see&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;That I am beautiful&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I want to let Jesus love me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Put His arms around me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Lift me high so I can see&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;The beauty of the Lord&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Faithful God&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I serve a God who is faithful,&lt;br&gt;and He will never fail&lt;br&gt;When i’m in the desert&lt;br&gt;He’s a river of hope&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I serve a God who is faithful,&lt;br&gt;His faithfulness prevails&lt;br&gt;Lord I Put my trust in You&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br&gt;I serve a God,&lt;br&gt;who is faithful and true&lt;br&gt;I will hide, in the shelter of Your wings&lt;br&gt;For i find my rest in Your faithfulness&lt;br&gt;Yes i serve a faithful God&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Can’t let go&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;God Your unfailing love&lt;br&gt;Holds me by the hand&lt;br&gt;It never lets go of me&lt;br&gt;No matter how far I’ve ran&lt;br&gt;God You knew my name&lt;br&gt;Before I came to be&lt;br&gt;And you long for me&lt;br&gt;Just to stay in Your arms&lt;br&gt;So I want to sing&lt;br&gt;Ohh&lt;br&gt;It’s Your love that I’m holding on to&lt;br&gt;It’s Your face, that I look upon &lt;br&gt;It’s Your strength, that I can lean on&lt;br&gt;I won’t let go of You&lt;br&gt;In my trials, I will praise You&lt;br&gt;In my fears it’s you I will run to &lt;br&gt;I will sing of how You have loved me&lt;br&gt;Lord I can’t let go of You&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I could sing of your love forever&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Over the mountains and the sea,&lt;br&gt;Your river runs with love for me,&lt;br&gt;and I will open up my heart&lt;br&gt;and let the Healer set me free.&lt;br&gt;I'm happy to be in the truth,&lt;br&gt;and I will daily lift my hands:&lt;br&gt;for I will always sing of when&lt;br&gt;Your love came down. [Yeah!]&lt;br&gt;I could sing of Your love forever,&lt;br&gt;I could sing of Your love forever,&lt;br&gt;I could sing of Your love forever,&lt;br&gt;I could sing of Your love forever. [Repeat]&lt;br&gt;Oh, I feel like dancing -&lt;br&gt;it's foolishness I know;&lt;br&gt;but, when the world has seen the light,&lt;br&gt;they will dance with joy,&lt;br&gt;like we're dancing now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Complete&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Here I am, Oh God&lt;br&gt;I bring this sacrifice--my open heart.&lt;br&gt;I offer up my life&lt;br&gt;I look to You, Lord&lt;br&gt;Your love that never ends&lt;br&gt;Restores me again&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;So I lift my eyes to you, Lord&lt;br&gt;In Your strength will I break through, Lord&lt;br&gt;Touch me now, let your love fall down on me&lt;br&gt;And I will be complete in You.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;So I lift my eyes to you Lord&lt;br&gt;And by faith, I will walk on, Lord&lt;br&gt;Then I'll see beyond my calvary one day,&lt;br&gt;And I will be complete in You&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I lift my eyes to you Lord&lt;br&gt;In your strength will I break through Lord&lt;br&gt;Touch me now, let your love fall down on me&lt;br&gt;I know your love dispels all my fears.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Through the storm I will hold on Lord&lt;br&gt;And I pray I will hold on, Lord&lt;br&gt;Then I'll see beyond my calvary one day&lt;br&gt;And I will be complete in You&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consuming Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;There must be more than this,&lt;br&gt;O breath of God come breathe within,&lt;br&gt;There must be more than this,&lt;br&gt;Spirit of God we wait for You.&lt;br&gt;Fill us anew we pray,&lt;br&gt;Fill us anew we pray.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Consuming fire fan into flame,&lt;br&gt;A passion for Your Name,&lt;br&gt;Spirit of God fall in this place,&lt;br&gt;Lord have Your way,&lt;br&gt;Lord have Your way with us,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Come like a rushing wind,&lt;br&gt;Clothe us with power from on high,&lt;br&gt;Now set the captives free,&lt;br&gt;Leave us abandoned to Your praise.&lt;br&gt;Lord let Your glory fall,&lt;br&gt;Lord let Your glory fall.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Stir it up in our hearts Lord,&lt;br&gt;Stir it up in our hearts Lord,&lt;br&gt;Stir it up in our hearts Lord,&lt;br&gt;A passion for Your Name.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yours is the kingdom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Yours is the Kingdom&lt;br&gt;And the power&lt;br&gt;And the glory forever is Yours&lt;br&gt;Heaven and earth bow down&lt;br&gt;In the wonder of Your Name&lt;br&gt;Heaven is open&lt;br&gt;Death is broken&lt;br&gt;And the glory forever is Yours&lt;br&gt;Nothing can overcome&lt;br&gt;The power of Your Name&lt;br&gt;King above kings&lt;br&gt;All the universe will sing&lt;br&gt;Everlasting God&lt;br&gt;You are wonderful&lt;br&gt;You are wonderful&lt;br&gt;And the shout of the earth&lt;br&gt;Will be Your praise&lt;br&gt;God forever&lt;br&gt;And the light unto all&lt;br&gt;Will be Your wonderful Name&lt;br&gt;For the glory Lord is Yours&lt;br&gt;God forever&lt;br&gt;All the glory Lord is Yours&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Counting on God (in some other post)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Desert Song (in some other post)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Can’t Let Go&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;God Your unfailing love&lt;br&gt;Holds me by the hand&lt;br&gt;You never let go of me&lt;br&gt;No matter how far I've ran&lt;br&gt;God You knew my name&lt;br&gt;Before I came to be&lt;br&gt;And You long for me&lt;br&gt;Just to stay in Your arms&lt;br&gt;So I want to sing&lt;br&gt;Ohh&lt;br&gt;It's Your love I'm holding onto&lt;br&gt;It's Your face that I look upon&lt;br&gt;It's Your strength that I can lean on&lt;br&gt;I won't let go of you&lt;br&gt;In my trials I will praise you&lt;br&gt;In my fears it's you I will run to&lt;br&gt;I will sing of how You have loved me&lt;br&gt;Lord I can't let go of You&lt;br&gt;Jesus you gave your life&lt;br&gt;As ransom for my sins&lt;br&gt;You willingly paid the price&lt;br&gt;Of shame and suffering&lt;br&gt;Now Christ has set me free&lt;br&gt;I know where I will be&lt;br&gt;Standing in Your courts&lt;br&gt;Lifting up my hands&lt;br&gt;Praising with this song&lt;br&gt;Ohh &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Hossanna&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I see the king of glory &lt;br&gt;Coming on the clouds with fire&lt;br&gt;The whole earth shakes&lt;br&gt;The whole earth shakes&lt;br&gt;Yeeeah&lt;br&gt;I see his love and mercy &lt;br&gt;Washing over all our sin&lt;br&gt;The people sing&lt;br&gt;The people sing&lt;br&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br&gt;Hosanna&lt;br&gt;Hosanna&lt;br&gt;Hosanna in the highest [x2]&lt;br&gt;I see a generation &lt;br&gt;Rising up to take their place&lt;br&gt;With selfless faith&lt;br&gt;With selfless faith&lt;br&gt;I see a near revival &lt;br&gt;Stirring as we pray and seek&lt;br&gt;We're on our knees&lt;br&gt;We're on our knees&lt;br&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br&gt;Heal my heart and make it clean &lt;br&gt;Open up my eyes to the things unseen&lt;br&gt;Show me how to love like you have loved me&lt;br&gt;Break my heart from what breaks yours&lt;br&gt;Everything I am for your kingdoms cause&lt;br&gt;As I go from nothing to &lt;br&gt;Eternity&lt;br&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br&gt;Hosanna in the highest&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I know this worship was REALLY LONG, but I enjoyed every moment of it. So much I had to write about it and try to recall the songs I sang. There might have been one or two more though… (: I didn’t plan anything; I just flowed as usual, and each time the Lord placed a new song in my head, songs that spoke to me in new and amazing ways, songs that spoke of different aspects of God. This season has been trying, really trying, but I must admit that I’ve enjoyed spending so much quality time with God, which honestly speaking, during the good times I would probably not be willing to part with at all. I’ve also enjoyed the ministry that I’ve been doing. Talking, praying, knowing that God is with me, empowering me and flowing as the spirit leads. It’s all so amazing. It’s like, saying things you never knew you knew.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;When I started worshipping today, I was just so stressed, and I was filled with such… A heart for everyone/everything going on. Basically I felt very burdened. I could feel my heart sink today. Like *plonk*. And as it has been lately, I was reluctant to deal with things. I just hoped to get by and hide and avoid trouble. But I thank God that I did not refuse anyone of ministry. That my spirit was still available to serve, though my flesh was weak, and in the end I still went.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Yeahh my flesh IS weak. But my God is strong(: Really need God’s empowerment tie me through. This is really taxing stuff. Not that I wasn’t prepped before anything actually happened that this was to be year of moulding and trial XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-4503940824893774529?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/4503940824893774529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=4503940824893774529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4503940824893774529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4503940824893774529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-it-rained-again.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-9156648540000241241</id><published>2010-01-21T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:23:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;This has really been one kind of week. There are easily 4 big things on my mind. 3 pretty serious ones, and then 1 slightly frivolous one I feel guilty even thinking about it. It’s nothing wrong, just that with all these serious things to deal with I shouldn’t be thinking about other stuff for now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;And I started the week with 1 very worrying thing on my mind, and thinking it was really stressful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Haha. Well still goes to show that there’s so much we can give thanks for. Shall keep my spirits high. Didn’t spend TAWG yesterday. Shall read the word and pray today. Worship… Well… Honestly speaking, not in the mood. Bad bad bad. :X Okay maybe I shall try to worship.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;ARGH. I’m going kuku! I was singing Bob the Builder, Hi-5, Carebears, Powerpuff Girls, Barney and other songs from cartoons today. Ask Dionne XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I press on towards the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus” – Philippians 3:14&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Many people have told me I look stressed/gloomy/glum/moody etc. etc. lately. Yet I can’t tell them the one thing that’s been bugging me most. I feel kinda bad, but… No, I really can’t.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;The joy of the Lord is my strength! :D GO LAURA! *grins cheesily*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-9156648540000241241?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/9156648540000241241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=9156648540000241241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/9156648540000241241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/9156648540000241241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-has-really-been-one-kind-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-489521857568073436</id><published>2010-01-20T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:10:41.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Life is fragile. Life is delicate. Life is the crystal champagne glass perched precariously at a corner, atop a towering skyscraper. Yet so many of us never learn to give thanks for the much we have been given; and yet so many of us never learn to treasure life at its fullest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Here’s to all who have been living examples of the vibrancy of life to us during our encounters, however ephemeral, however fleeting. For it is indeed the dash that matters most between all those years.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;We have truly, truly been blessed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In memory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-489521857568073436?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/489521857568073436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=489521857568073436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/489521857568073436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/489521857568073436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-delicate.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-4460769684848648473</id><published>2010-01-19T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:22:03.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I’ve been thinking about something else lately, other than the stuff I’ve been yabbering about all this while. I’ve read up a bit too! Well, we’ll see how it goes&amp;nbsp; :D Hopefully, hopefully.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-4460769684848648473?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/4460769684848648473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=4460769684848648473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4460769684848648473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4460769684848648473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-been-thinking-about-something-else.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-3877955389547374807</id><published>2010-01-19T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:11:47.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I was doing some research online about a particular topic, and I found something I… didn’t really want to find. I don’t quite know how to handle my newly acquired knowledge. It’s good and bad la. Good because otherwise I wouldn’t have known. Bad because I don’t know what to do with it, and because I might be wrong (which is actually a good thing, I guess).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-3877955389547374807?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/3877955389547374807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=3877955389547374807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3877955389547374807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3877955389547374807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-doing-some-research-online-about.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-1493162640750495029</id><published>2010-01-19T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:50:02.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Today is one of those peanut butter days. One of those days where the atmosphere is peanut butter. Serious. Ask my mates at school.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;But there remains plenty to give thanks about, and I keep my spirits high, my soul at peace and my heart rejoicing because I know the Lord is with me(:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-1493162640750495029?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/1493162640750495029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=1493162640750495029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1493162640750495029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1493162640750495029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-is-one-of-those-peanut-butter.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-1263692350893303463</id><published>2010-01-18T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:02:30.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I am amazed, truly, truly amazed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;While my situation has not changed, and in fact, got a few times worse, I remain strong and rooted in the Lord.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I don’t know what the future holds, really. It is a huge uncertainty, and if anything happens there will be certain decisions I will have to make. I am very very tempted to make an unconventional decision, but we’ll deal with that IF the time comes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;But as far as possible, if I am able to, I will not choose one of two options, but one of three. That’s as much as I will say.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I thank God for the strength and resilience and clear-headedness He has given me. I do not tear. Not one drop. And it’s not a facade! It’s REAL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;And I know that in all things, God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose. (Romans 8:28)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;(From 2nd Corinthians 4)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. &lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; &lt;sup&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed… &lt;sup&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. &lt;sup&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. &lt;sup&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-1263692350893303463?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/1263692350893303463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=1263692350893303463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1263692350893303463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1263692350893303463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-amazed-truly-truly-amazed.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-6494734973775541320</id><published>2010-01-18T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:43:58.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I am very nearly at my wits’ end.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;But I cling on knowing that God is with me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I’ve been reading Psalms. It is such a blessing to read this word. It is full of people who weep, yet rejoice at the greatness of God. It speaks of God’s faithfulness. It speaks of God’s mercy. And it speaks of the God who prevails.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I praise the Lord.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;Be joyful always; &lt;sup&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;pray continually; &lt;sup&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;He’s Able&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;He's able, He's able, I know He's able;&lt;br&gt;I know my Lord is able to carry me through.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;He's able, He's able, I know He's able;&lt;br&gt;I know my Lord is able to carry me through.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;He healed the broken-hearted&lt;br&gt;and set the captive free;&lt;br&gt;He made the lame to walk again&lt;br&gt;and caused the blind to see.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;He's able, He's able, I know He's able;&lt;br&gt;I know my Lord is able to carry me through.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;God will make a way&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;God will make a way&lt;br&gt;Where there seems to be no way&lt;br&gt;He works in ways we cannot see&lt;br&gt;He will make a way for me&lt;br&gt;He will be my guide&lt;br&gt;Hold me closely to His side&lt;br&gt;With love and strength for each new day&lt;br&gt;He will make a way, He will make a way&lt;br&gt;Oh, God will make a way&lt;br&gt;Where there seems to be no way&lt;br&gt;He works in ways we cannot see&lt;br&gt;He will make a way for me&lt;br&gt;He will be my guide&lt;br&gt;Hold me closely to His side&lt;br&gt;With love and strength for each new day&lt;br&gt;He will make a way, He will make a way&lt;br&gt;By a roadway in the wilderness, He'll lead me&lt;br&gt;And rivers in the desert will I see&lt;br&gt;Heaven and Earth will fade but His Word will still remain&lt;br&gt;And He will do something new today&lt;br&gt;Oh, God will make a way&lt;br&gt;Where there seems to be no way&lt;br&gt;He works in ways we cannot see&lt;br&gt;He will make a way for me&lt;br&gt;He will be my guide&lt;br&gt;Hold me closely to His side&lt;br&gt;With love and strength for each new day&lt;br&gt;He will make a way, He will make a way&lt;br&gt;By a roadway in the wilderness, He'll lead me&lt;br&gt;And rivers in the desert will I see&lt;br&gt;Heaven and Earth will fade but His Word will still remain&lt;br&gt;And He will do something new today&lt;br&gt;Oh, God will make a way&lt;br&gt;Where there seems to be no way&lt;br&gt;He works in ways we cannot see&lt;br&gt;He will make a way for me&lt;br&gt;He will be my guide&lt;br&gt;Hold me closely to His side&lt;br&gt;With love and strength for each new day&lt;br&gt;He will make a way, He will make a way&lt;br&gt;With love and strength for each new day&lt;br&gt;He will make a way, He will make a way&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-6494734973775541320?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/6494734973775541320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=6494734973775541320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/6494734973775541320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/6494734973775541320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-very-nearly-at-my-wits-end.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-9170041349156571805</id><published>2010-01-17T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:13:13.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I’m suffering from a bit of an information overload, but I’m very happy for __________. I really hope ____________ takes it seriously, because I am serious about helping. I have a heart for people, and I want to see lives changed for the glory of God. Lord, empower me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-9170041349156571805?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/9170041349156571805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=9170041349156571805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/9170041349156571805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/9170041349156571805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-suffering-from-bit-of-information.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-1014058959414131166</id><published>2010-01-17T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:30:54.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font face="Cornerstone"&gt;Blessed Be Your Name&lt;br /&gt;In the land that is plentiful &lt;br /&gt;Where Your streams of abundance flow&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Be Your name&lt;br /&gt;When I'm found in the desert place&lt;br /&gt;Though I walk through the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Be Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every blessing You pour out &lt;br /&gt;I'll turn back to praise&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness closes in, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Still I will say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your glorious name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;When the sun's shining down on me&lt;br /&gt;When the world's 'all as it should be'&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;On the road marked with suffering &lt;br /&gt;Though there's pain in the offering &lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every blessing You pour out &lt;br /&gt;I'll turn back to praise&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness closes in, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Still I will say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your glorious name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your glorious name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give and take away&lt;br /&gt;You give and take away&lt;br /&gt;My heart will choose to say&lt;br /&gt;Lord, blessed be Your name&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-1014058959414131166?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/1014058959414131166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=1014058959414131166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1014058959414131166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1014058959414131166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/blessed-be-your-name-in-land-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-2191245246246611552</id><published>2010-01-17T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:47:36.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I went back to my private blog, because this blog… Kinda limits the content of my posts a fair bit. Anyway, today I was reminded of the song Roman 16:19 says. It’s an old song, but I love the energy and the power in this simple, simple song.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I went on YouTube, but that’s because I’ve only heard the song once and forgot how it’s sung. It’s REALLY hard to go on YouTube and be steadfast enough to scram the moment the song stops playing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;ROMANS 16:19 SAYS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Romans 16:19 says!&lt;br&gt;Romans 16:19 says!&lt;br&gt;[2x]&lt;br&gt;Be excellent in what is good&lt;br&gt;Be innocent of evil&lt;br&gt;Be excellent in what is good&lt;br&gt;Be innocent of evil&lt;br&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br&gt;And the God of Peace will soon crush Satan&lt;br&gt;God will crush him underneath your feet!&lt;br&gt;And the God of Peace will soon crush Satan&lt;br&gt;God will crush him underneath your feet!&lt;br&gt;Be excellent in what is good&lt;br&gt;Be innocent of evil&lt;br&gt;Be excellent in what is good&lt;br&gt;Be innocent of evil&lt;br&gt;[chorus 2x]&lt;br&gt;Romans 16:19 says!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;If you’ve been reading my blog, you’ll definitely have guessed by now that I’m going through a tough time. I’m sorry I am unable to reveal any details, but anyway, do keep me in prayer. Do not, however, try to comfort me or something (: Haha, the joy of the Lord is my strength. There is nothing I need less than to wallow in self-pity. This is not the time. It is not a time of sinking into depression or passively thinking about things. Now is the time to advance. To arise. To intercede and war like there is no tomorrow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I’ve learnt a very interesting lesson through yesterday’s experience. It is not difficult to tell when you are doing something right. Because the moment you do it, not too long later something shocking happens. And then you realise that what you did before SCARED the devil. So much he had to try scaring you back!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;AHAHA anyway too bad doesn’t work. I am going strong. I trust in the Lord and know I have been called as a Gideon (mentioned in earlier posts). Incidentally Sis Gwen preached from Judges 6 today- the passage that spoke to me during TAWG in IGNORMOUS Camp!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I’m gonna spend some TAWG now and go do my work. Praying hard that I won’t get distracted but I’ll do much today!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;P.S. There’s one more thing I want to thank God for! I went to church this morning feeling REALLY unhappy and gloomy. I got there really early la, because I felt like it. And I met this girl Zoey who got there even earlier than I did. She’s this spunky, talkative, joyful Sec 1 girl who’s EXTREMELY EXTREMELY cute! Haha, I had a lot of fun talking to her and have been truly blessed, simply by enjoying her company for that 1.5h.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-2191245246246611552?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/2191245246246611552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=2191245246246611552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2191245246246611552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2191245246246611552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-went-back-to-my-private-blog-because.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-3588502972853742009</id><published>2010-01-15T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:26:54.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Just got back from a relatively disappointing concert D: Waste time lahh, could be better spent. I did some pretty weird things today, things I never expected I would do. Not a bad thing really, just… Weird. But well I guess some people can and should be trusted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I’m vetting TIES and putting together booking book documents and emailing the supplier now. Hope I don’t take too long- I’m dead tired. I’m meeting Miss Ong tomorrow regarding Comms stuff, so I’d better get my stuff sorted out too! Like, questions to ask her, issues to deal with, individual project discussions…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I haven’t read the word in a while, though I’ve had times of worship and prayer through the course of the week. In just the blink of an eye, 2 weeks of school are almost over. No wonder 4 weeks in Taiwan seemed so short! The reality is- it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WAS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; short.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I actually still miss Taiwan a whole lot. I don’t know why, but somehow the freedom I had there has given me such an emotional attachment to the place. Yeah sure the people I spent the 28 days with were AMAZING, but at least I can still meet them now. I can’t meet the place anymore D: (oh, on a side note, I’m so pleased I took away the bubble tea shop huishangying’s pocket menu! :D)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Well, I should get back to work and then SLEEP. I want to sleep. I cannot waste time. I must keep to my fast. It’s half a week already! HAHA, big deal. Nahh with God’s strength I’m sure I can last till the end of the year(:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Bye! &amp;lt;3!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-3588502972853742009?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/3588502972853742009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=3588502972853742009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3588502972853742009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3588502972853742009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-got-back-from-relatively.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-3371124772967404551</id><published>2010-01-11T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:14:18.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;WOW I’m bad at this. I broke fast by accident already- ON THE FIRST DAY T______T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I was checking my gmail as usual, and I opened up a notification email from FB as usual, and clicked the link as usual, and THERE YOU HAVE IT I LANDED UP ON FB WITHOUT KNOWING.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I must be more careful in future! The net has been such an integral part of life that consciously not using it is no longer enough. Things that are more “subconscious”, like clicking a link in an email, can still land me on FB XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Anyway, today’s been pretty good and productive, I guess. I’m packing my table right now. I just had my fruit, and was watching a TV show on channel U at the same time. Basically in the show, they feature a family who’s been through a crisis (in this episode it’s a man with 5 children who lost his wife). So what Quan Yifeng and the other host did is that they cleaned up their house, served them, bought them some things, and gave them a surprise. I only caught a bit of the episode, so the man was talking about how difficult it was to carry on, how he contemplated suicide and everything. So after all the sharing and cleaning up, Quan Yifeng and the other host sat down with him and his family and gave the kids gifts (bags, shoes) and mentioned that no one in the family knew what the youngest kid’s shoe sizes were. Then Quan Yifeng continued to say that as a family they should pay more attention to one another and express their affection in more tangible ways other than, in the case of the father, just working hard everyday to earn money for the family. Then was this touching part where the hosts ask the man, “Do you love your children” and he said yes. Then they asked if he had ever said it before, and he said no. So they asked the children if they would like to hear it and they were nodding vigourously. So the guy mustered up all his couraged and said it and hugged all his kids. It was so sweet! :D And then they also organised dinner for the whole family. They haven’t eaten together for THREE YEARS! D: I was so “awww”-ed out throughout the 10-15min I was watching!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Oh well, reinforces the fact that I AM blessed! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I shall go bathe now and hopefully manage to clear my table and do everything by the end of today :D :D :D (before the clock strikes 12 D:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-3371124772967404551?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/3371124772967404551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=3371124772967404551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3371124772967404551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3371124772967404551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-im-bad-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-4695316042198385194</id><published>2010-01-10T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:53:34.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;I am so blessed, so blessed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;You know what? I realise now that I have been an ungrateful freak. Seriously. I was just sitting here at my comp, thinking about things and suddenly it struck me that I am so blessed. And in spite of that, I choose to focus on what I am not blessed with rather than the many many things that God &lt;strong&gt;has&lt;/strong&gt; blessed me with!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;And one of the things that I thank God so much for are my friends. In the past I used to think I just wasn’t the cool kind, and if I didn’t stick around popular people I wouldn’t have good friends. Another thing I always thought was that I didn’t need my friends. But I think in these past few years I’ve been in IGNYTE, in RG, I’ve learnt that that’s far from the truth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;And today is one of those days I arrive at this conclusion, once again. For the 3 awesome friends who blessed me today, thank you. I know it was weird to do what I did all of a sudden there, but honestly, when I saw the SMS I was so scared I didn’t know what to do but to just talk, since you guys were around (compared to when I’m all alone). Thank you for praying for me and blessing me with your uplifting words of encouragement. Thank you for all the concern you showered on me. I truly felt the love of God through you guys today(:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;And there are so many other things to thank God for too! I realise that while triumph is truly “still on it’s way”, there are other reasons to smile during the storm. And that in all things, there is that unspeakable joy that is within me, that sustains me, that brings me through.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;And so here we have it (though I haven’t actively thought about it!), my 2010 focus points!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(On a side note, today’s sermon/service was hugely relevant to my situation. My anthem of the season (Counting on God) was sung, and somehow so many songs, verses spoke to me. And that’s why you see so much of that stuff here!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="ver"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Keywords:&lt;/u&gt; Thanksgiving, “greaterness”, &lt;strong&gt;active&lt;/strong&gt; faith, &lt;em&gt;molding, trial (interestingly, these 2 were prophetic; they came from someone who doesn’t know me very well, if I don’t remember wrongly.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="ver" size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;People (from the Bible I mean):&lt;/u&gt; Gideon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Verse:&lt;/u&gt; This one’s interesting. I learnt this Psalm by heart in 2005, as an “assignment” from my dad. Back then, it was but a "cool thing” I could do to impress people, and honestly I didn’t understand it much. 5 years have passed, and this Psalm remains in my heart, just as clearly as it did then. And I am so glad I learnt this Psalm, because it never fails to speak to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalms 91&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. &lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalms%2091&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-15397a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; I will say &lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalms%2091&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-15398b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; my God, in whom I trust." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and from the deadly pestilence. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; He will cover you with his feathers, &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and under his wings you will find refuge; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; You will not fear the terror of night, &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nor the arrow that flies by day, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nor the plague that destroys at midday. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; A thousand may fall at your side, &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ten thousand at your right hand, &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but it will not come near you. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; You will only observe with your eyes &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and see the punishment of the wicked. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; If you make the Most High your dwelling— &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; even the LORD, who is my refuge- &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; then no harm will befall you, &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no disaster will come near your tent. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; For he will command his angels concerning you &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to guard you in all your ways; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; they will lift you up in their hands, &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt; You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you will trample the great lion and the serpent. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; "Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; He will call upon me, and I will answer him; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will be with him in trouble, &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will deliver him and honor him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; With long life will I satisfy him &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and show him my salvation."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Desert song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;VERSE 1:&lt;br&gt;This is my prayer in the desert&lt;br&gt;When all that's within me feels dry&lt;br&gt;This is my prayer in my hunger and need&lt;br&gt;My God is the God who provides&lt;br&gt;VERSE 2:&lt;br&gt;This is my prayer in the fire&lt;br&gt;In weakness or trial or pain&lt;br&gt;There is a faith proved&lt;br&gt;Of more worth than gold&lt;br&gt;So refine me Lord through the flame&lt;br&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br&gt;I will bring praise&lt;br&gt;I will bring praise&lt;br&gt;No weapon formed against me shall remain&lt;br&gt;I will rejoice&lt;br&gt;I will declare&lt;br&gt;God is my victory and He is here&lt;br&gt;VERSE 3:&lt;br&gt;This is my prayer in the battle&lt;br&gt;When triumph is still on it's way&lt;br&gt;I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ&lt;br&gt;So firm on His promise I'll stand&lt;br&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br&gt;I will bring praise&lt;br&gt;I will bring praise&lt;br&gt;No weapon formed against me shall remain&lt;br&gt;I will rejoice&lt;br&gt;I will declare&lt;br&gt;God is my victory and He is here&lt;br&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br&gt;All of my life&lt;br&gt;In every season&lt;br&gt;You are still God&lt;br&gt;I have a reason to sing&lt;br&gt;I have a reason to worship (x4)&lt;br&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br&gt;I will bring praise&lt;br&gt;I will bring praise&lt;br&gt;No weapon formed against me shall remain&lt;br&gt;I will rejoice&lt;br&gt;I will declare&lt;br&gt;God is my victory and He is here (x2)&lt;br&gt;VERSE 4:&lt;br&gt;This is my prayer in the harvest&lt;br&gt;When favour and providence flow&lt;br&gt;I know I'm filled to be emptied again&lt;br&gt;The seed I've received I will sow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;So there :D AWESOMEE! I was going start on Isaiah, but I suddenly decided to start on Psalms instead. Hmm… Yeah I think that’s good. I’m gonna go into a time of worship now, and then spend some time praying and seeking God, and then pack my room and read the chinese papers and sing and go to bed :D I’ve stopped my one-meal fast due to concerns from my mum, and so I’m gonna start on my INTERNET FAST tomorrow! Which means no internet, except for INET, email, blogger, and MSN. And any stuff I know I actually need for work (my conscience will have to exercise some discretion here!) Oh, but I’m going to do this till the end of the year! As in, 31st December D: So I shall have a break every Sunday communion! :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Yeahh. Please don’t tempt me to break fast. That’s one of the most painful and regretable things for me to do! (Though I can already start to imagine how absolutely difficult it will be to PLAY online once a month even when all the exams are over!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-4695316042198385194?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/4695316042198385194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=4695316042198385194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4695316042198385194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4695316042198385194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-so-blessed-so-blessed.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-1725694034112189430</id><published>2010-01-07T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:00:53.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m pretty flustered now, after a string of events that happened today. I was quite stressed in the afternoon, because of some technical problems and all that we had for some PB stuff. Now it’s been solved, kinda, but because of this someone else is now stressed. I’m worried la, because I’m very very worried that this person will get too stressed and burnt out and all. And tired.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But something pretty amazing just happened. I sat down and I thought, “My world is crashing down”. (Sounds so serious right!&amp;nbsp; D:) And then SUDDENLY the song that goes “Into your hands, I commit again, with all I am, for you Lord. &lt;strong&gt;You hold my world in the palm of you hand&lt;/strong&gt;…” It is literally impossible for my world to crash down!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I’ve really got to pray hard and press on and know that God is able.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-1725694034112189430?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/1725694034112189430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=1725694034112189430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1725694034112189430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1725694034112189430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-pretty-flustered-now-after-string-of.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-3763099460502169364</id><published>2010-01-06T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:22:28.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Okay, so I’m gonna try to keep this active, despite the fact that it’s 12.15am now. First day of school today. Okay la, not too bad. Everything seems to be just… Normal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Yeah, everything. I’m pretty excited for some stuff though; I hope it actually happens. We’ll see how it goes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Oh, and I’m on an indefinitely long one-meal fast. No, I’m not doing it until something happens. I’m doing it “permanently”. Okay knowing me, this isn’t exactly viable. I’m going to switch to an internet fast somewhere along the line, but I need a while to get used to the idea that I might not be going on FB/youtube/read conan for 9 months or so. So yeah. I’m fasting from food for now. I’ve gotta remember to pray though. Oftentimes it IS pretty easy to get more caught up in not eating than praying itself! For me, at least.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;And I’ve gotta keep up my TAWGs. Can’t lag again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;There’s still PB work to do. And Taiwan work too. Gotta clear it before the homework comes streaming in. No, not streaming. FLYING in.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Haha okay that’s all for today. Buhbye(:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-3763099460502169364?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/3763099460502169364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=3763099460502169364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3763099460502169364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3763099460502169364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-so-im-gonna-try-to-keep-this.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-4979797517694310035</id><published>2010-01-03T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:10:52.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's high time for me to arise and advance again, after such a long "hiatus". So yeah, I'm back. Blogging has done me much good in the past and I thought it might be a good idea for me to pick it up again, amidst my hectic schedule next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had a very good worship today at home. I really needed it. 2010 will not be an easy year and this was a good recharging point. I really thank God for the assurance He has given me through this time. Indeed, the joy of the Lord is my strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Counting on God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I'm in a fight not physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; And I'm in a war &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; But not with this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; You are the light that's beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; And I want more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; I want all that's Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; Joy unspeakable that won't go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; And just enough strength &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; To live for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; So I never have to worry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; What tomorrow will bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; 'Cause my faith is on solid rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; I am counting on God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; I am counting on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; I am counting on God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; The miracle of Christ in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; Is the mystery that sets me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; I'm nothing like I used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; Open up your eyes you'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Empower Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Nobody knows how weak I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Better than You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Nobody sees all of my needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Better than You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And nobody has the power to change me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;From what I was meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Jesus be strong in my weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Empower Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Empower Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Like a rushing river flowing through the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Lord send Your Holy Spirit flowing down through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Till I'm living as Your child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Victorious and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Send the power of Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Empower Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;There's lots of work awaiting me, but just a short one on what I learnt today. During worship I sang many praise songs exalting the name of the Lord, songs like Be Glorified, etc. And it is so important to thank God, in spite of all the circumstances that come along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I'm pretty excited for the coming year. There are battles to be won and I pray this year will be a year of breakthrough, not only in my walk with God, but also beyond. School's starting- I have to cling onto God and not "lose touch" with Him along the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-4979797517694310035?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/4979797517694310035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=4979797517694310035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4979797517694310035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4979797517694310035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-high-time-for-me-to-arise-and.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-3802790888540414174</id><published>2009-10-24T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:33:13.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve been working my guts out D:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-3802790888540414174?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/3802790888540414174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=3802790888540414174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3802790888540414174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/3802790888540414174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-working-my-guts-out-d.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-5161895978343259273</id><published>2009-10-21T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:13:20.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most &lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;br /&gt;You tell me your blue skies fade to grey &lt;br /&gt;You tell me your passion's gone away &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low &lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go &lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line &lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you need a blue sky holiday &lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink &lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong &lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know &lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong &lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong (ahhh...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most &lt;br /&gt;Oh, you and I &lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down &lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know &lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie &lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like &lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, yeah, yeaaah, yeah) &lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;(Oh, had a bad day) &lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;(Oh, yeah, yeah, yeeeeah) &lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day &lt;br /&gt;(Oh, had a bad day) &lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day... &lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;BASE LEVEL INFERENCE QUESTION:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;What kind of day did Laura have today?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-5161895978343259273?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/5161895978343259273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=5161895978343259273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5161895978343259273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5161895978343259273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-is-moment-we-needed-most-you-kick.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-7623926050899778427</id><published>2009-10-20T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:52:19.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ahaha I lose. Loser loser XD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eesh, so much work! D: I don’t wanna work any more! D: I wanna go on strike!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;EESH. Lotsa stuff on my mind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;EESH. Lotsa stuff; not just work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-7623926050899778427?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/7623926050899778427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=7623926050899778427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/7623926050899778427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/7623926050899778427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahaha-i-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-8402201514637777663</id><published>2009-10-19T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:01:59.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ugh, GET OUT OF MY MIND!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-8402201514637777663?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/8402201514637777663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=8402201514637777663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8402201514637777663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8402201514637777663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugh-get-out-of-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-8418119074670202021</id><published>2009-10-13T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:19:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Saviour, He CAN move the mountains.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I believe in the name of Jesus. I believe that He is an all-powerful God. I believe that in Him, nothing is impossible. And I believe in Romans 8:28, that in all these things, God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lord I surrender all this to you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-8418119074670202021?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/8418119074670202021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=8418119074670202021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8418119074670202021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8418119074670202021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2009/10/saviour-he-can-move-mountains.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-6273467253170256287</id><published>2009-10-13T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:17:54.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The exams are over. LALALA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m not feeling the euphoria though. I guess the happiness you feel when the exams are over is pretty much relative to the amount of work you put in? Either way, I’m certainly not looking forward to the release of results next week. There is much uncertainty whether I can make the cut and satisfy my mum.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well well. I’m trying to pack up my room. IT’S HARD WORK D: ehehe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I’m happy! :D Time to catch up with friends, blog and do some reflection, make some music, learn to cook and clean and sew (in preparation for the Taiwan trip! :D)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And lots more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Spend some quality time with God. Well that’s something I haven’t been able to do properly lately. Other than the worships. Which gets pretty distracting with guitar too, at times. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lots on my mind, but I’ll just take things as they come and try not to think too much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-6273467253170256287?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/6273467253170256287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=6273467253170256287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/6273467253170256287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/6273467253170256287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-2191729047530698477</id><published>2009-10-09T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:45:26.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m having a nonsensical conversation with Elaine, Yifeng and Mr Tan on MSN. We’re talking about beards… And blackheads… And astronomers…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, just a quick update. The exams haven’t been quite so bad. I expected a lot worse, honestly, considering the amount of work put in this year. This is a record low. But I think I failed SS D:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ohwell. Thank God anyway. There’s this hymn I like(: I’ll post it some day. Someday :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-2191729047530698477?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/2191729047530698477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=2191729047530698477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2191729047530698477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2191729047530698477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-having-nonsensical-conversation-with.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-5063090303143615134</id><published>2009-10-07T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:17:09.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Passwords.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Verdana"&gt;After having to send in countless I-forgot-my-password requests, I have finally had enough. Unfortunately, that’s only where my torture begins.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Verdana"&gt;I have a very bad habit. A bad habit of creating many many accounts. I have created at least 11 email accounts (whose IDs and Passwords I am still able to remember), 2 Youtube accounts, 4 blog-related accounts, an Imeem, 5 social networking accounts, a DeviantArt, 2 photo sharing accounts, a few karaoke accounts (teehee, I’m secretly narcissistic) and countless forum memberships, and probably a lot more lying around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Verdana"&gt;I should mend my ways! 改过自新。Hahaha. 那个小偷竟敢在光天化日之下，大庭广众面前为非作歹，真是胆大包天。我们应该把它绅之依法，交由警方处理，让他受到法律的制裁。Hee, PSLE Oral Chinese verbiage that I memorised but that never came out D: How tragic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Verdana"&gt;Man, I should go study. Ugh. Math, then Chem and History on Friday. My CHEM is dead. I’ve barely started! D: My history’s not much better, but at least you won’t die completely if you don’t know your stuff (I think).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Verdana"&gt;D: D: D:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Verdana"&gt;Eeks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;On my own. Oh well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-5063090303143615134?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/5063090303143615134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=5063090303143615134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5063090303143615134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5063090303143615134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2009/10/passwords.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-4803478430143369134</id><published>2009-10-06T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:37:02.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;On My Own&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;And now I'm all alone again&lt;br&gt;Nowhere to turn, no one to go to.&lt;br&gt;Without a home, without a friend&lt;br&gt;without a face to say hello to&lt;br&gt;But now the night is near &lt;br&gt;And I can make-believe he's here&lt;br&gt;Sometimes I walk alone at night&lt;br&gt;When everybody else is sleeping&lt;br&gt;I think of him and then I'm happy&lt;br&gt;With the company I'm keeping&lt;br&gt;The city goes to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/les-miserables-on-my-own-lyrics.html#"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;bed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;And I can live inside my head&lt;br&gt;On my own&lt;br&gt;Pretending he's beside me&lt;br&gt;All alone&lt;br&gt;I walk with him 'til morning&lt;br&gt;Without him, I feel his arms around me&lt;br&gt;And when I lose my way, I close my eyes and he has found me&lt;br&gt;In the rain&lt;br&gt;The pavement shines like silver&lt;br&gt;All the lights are misty in the river&lt;br&gt;In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight&lt;br&gt;And all I see is him and me forever and forever&lt;br&gt;And I know it's only in my mind&lt;br&gt;That I'm talking to myself and not to him&lt;br&gt;And although I know that he is blind&lt;br&gt;Still I say there's a way for us&lt;br&gt;I love him&lt;br&gt;But when the night is over&lt;br&gt;He is gone&lt;br&gt;The river's just a river&lt;br&gt;Without him, the world around me changes&lt;br&gt;The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers&lt;br&gt;I love him&lt;br&gt;But every day I'm lonely&lt;br&gt;All my life I've only been pretending&lt;br&gt;Without me, his world will go on turning&lt;br&gt;The world is full of happiness that I have never known&lt;br&gt;I love him&lt;br&gt;I love him&lt;br&gt;I love him...&lt;br&gt;But only on my own... &lt;br&gt;(sniffle) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Lovely song from Les Mis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-4803478430143369134?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/4803478430143369134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=4803478430143369134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4803478430143369134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4803478430143369134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-my-own-and-now-im-all-alone-again.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-846917530139962424</id><published>2009-10-02T14:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:15:04.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Whee I just downloaded Windows Live Writer. And it seems to work! :D Ooh(:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-846917530139962424?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/846917530139962424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=846917530139962424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/846917530139962424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/846917530139962424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-this-work.html' title='Does this work?'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-9033429832063372818</id><published>2009-06-11T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:26:23.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I MUST SPEND TAWG. I MUST SPEND TAWG. It is unbelievable and extremely disappointing that I have not had TAWG for eons AGAIN. Despite my best of efforts. And I have continued to sleep between 12mn - 2.30am. GRAWR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I am running out of time! D: I've not started a single PT. And it seems many people don't quite understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #eeeeee; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Like, I don't mean to be mean or point fingers or what but I think my GB batch doesn't quite see the magnitude of the amount of work my campaign demands, and are still expecting me to do their work. I'm totally totally fine doing what's expected of me or doing something that perhaps I could provide some extra help/insight to. But asking me to do something that they could easily do on their own I feel is in part laziness and pushing work to me. I'm not trying to diva myself up and make it look like, y'know, just because I'm campaigning I can't do any GB work. I'm not saying that! I'm just saying that I hoped for a little bit more understanding and perhaps assistance, in the sense that they consider constraints on my end as well. I won't tell them though; at the end of the day GB is still a family and at the same time a commitment for me and the possibilty of misunderstanding is not worth it, really.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4650776891153665219-9033429832063372818?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/9033429832063372818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=9033429832063372818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/9033429832063372818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/9033429832063372818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-spend-tawg.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-4924257866390688567</id><published>2009-06-07T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:55:22.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wow. Wow. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What happened to my June Holidays! It's GONE. GONE. GONE. Well, okay, not that I'm complaining. I have lots MORE to be thankful for. But before I begin, can I just say this- I'm pretty shocked with Lidan's response to my blog. I expected her to be surprised about what I blog/think about, but she was like, "That's so Laura!" Hmm, I'm impressed(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, anyway, I'm gonna yabber about my holidays. What I have to do, what I want to do, what I hope to get out of it, and what I will do (come to some sort of compromise between what I have to do and what I want to do, according to what I hope to get out of it). Gosh, I sound like I'm writing some sort of... REPORT. Grawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;MY HOLIDAY TO-DO LIST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. SS PT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Chinese PT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Bio PT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. 2 Zian Baos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. 2 Xiao Lian Bis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. Learn Ting Xie/Mo Xie/Cheng Yu test stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. Get my chinese file in order (contents page mainly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; 8. Chinese report writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. Read history notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. Math worksheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;11. Chem worksheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;12. Dynamics post-test on Moodle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;13. RGPB Website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;14. TIES (okay this one's due soon, like, tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;15. Study/research for IMUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;16. Plan buddy outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;17. Plan June Camp FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; 18. Plan June Camp worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;19. Plan buzz group outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;20. MY CAMPAIGN &lt;b&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Serious, that's how I feel about my campaign! I'm very very very very very very excited and very glad to have this opportunity, but at the same time I'm just&amp;nbsp; very slightly disappointed that once again I have no chance to rest and have to continue slogging until the end of the year with no recharging point (seeing that the September holidays have NEVER given me the chance to have a good break). I was actually looking forward to the June Holidays a lot because of all the exciting things I have (like IMUN) lined up and the thought of being able to sleep early and wake up late most days just gave me this whole feeling of "Ahh, niceeeee". Truth is, the earliest I've slept this week is 12 midnight and the latest is 2.30am. Thanks to Physics PT, MEP Camp, Sergeants Weekend and some campaign stuff. More late nights to come, obviously, looking at my to-do list. But anyway, I'm gonna try to sleep early. Sleeping early is important. Health is wealth, blah blah blah. Muahaha. Anyway, the June holidays is still a blessing. Imagine having all these things and still having to go to school every day! *faints* But I survived 6 months right? So this should be a breeze right? (Haha, lousy attempt to convince myself that the holidays won't be too tiring.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whatever the case, I'm going to try my best to use the holidays to get my walk with God back on track. I know I've said it so many times and meant it so many times but somehow something more tangibly urgent/important/interesting popped up so once again I chuck it to the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay I should try to start off well. I'll log off NOW, spend TAWG NOW, sleep immediately after that. *with renewed determination*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stir it up in our hearts Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stir it up in our hearts Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stir it up in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A passion for Your name&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4650776891153665219-4924257866390688567?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/4924257866390688567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=4924257866390688567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4924257866390688567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4924257866390688567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-7876303202202894126</id><published>2009-06-07T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:34:24.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I haven't been here in eons, and WOW, so much has changed. 2009 has zoomed before me, and guess what? THE JUNE HOLIDAYS ARE COMING! So much has gone on that I really don't know where or how to start, so I don't think I'll start at all. But what I can say is that I actually miss blogging a fair bit. I always thought of blogging as a really integral part of my lifestyle and I think it is (was, at least). Listen to Laura's wise words (cough cough ahem ahem) "Blogging is good reflection..." *flashes out mirror* Okay okay not meaning to be punny. This post was meant to be serious; what am I doing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Basically the year has been pretty good for me I guess, especially when it comes to school. I love my class, I love my subjects, I love my friends and teachers and all the things I do in school. Trust me, Sec 3 life has been a blast for me. (Okay, disregard the papers that were given out today and everything has been going good! xD) PB stuff, GB stuff, PEP stuff, MEP stuff, basically everything has been fine and pretty much enjoyable. I've been working my head off (SLIOT, FDAY i/c, TIES, RGPB Website) and having lots of fun and being more mugger, hardworking and efficient than before. (Although I do remember wasting some time reading LIAR GAME before Physics/History/EL/CL/MEP History/MEP Harmony, oopsy!) Anyway, I think you get the drift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;But unfortunately, the same cannot be said of my walk with God and church stuff, which I'm really upset about. That's probably the reason behind my (supposed) unhappiness. As in, people have been telling me that I was a lot more hyper last year and this year I'm a bit more reserved (even though I'm still pretty chatty and loud). I realised that even when everything's going well, I don't have the joy I used to have. When I finish my work and log off at 12mn (or so), my body drags me to bed and my brain nags at me to read the Bible. Let me make a brave but honest confession: I have really been lagging at my TAWG and it's becoming really unhealthy. When my brain nags at me, I mutter a short prayer and wonder off to lalaland, but when my brain doesn't nag I just take the express train there directly. How unbecoming of me. The same goes to church stuff. I used to be a lot more zealous, a lot more punctual (though i still am), a lot more committed. What happened? I think I lost my fire. Not completely because the hunger is still there, but the thing is this- hunger cannot remain hunger forever because it doesn't turn into passion that way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Still, I have plenty to thank God for. I hope to spend the time I have during the June holidays to spend lots of TAWG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, gotta go. Will try to post again soon, even if no one reads :D &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/4650776891153665219-7876303202202894126?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/7876303202202894126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=7876303202202894126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/7876303202202894126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/7876303202202894126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-havent-been-here-in-eons-and-wow-so.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-8949631174685199725</id><published>2009-01-19T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:32:25.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Joshua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the year of 2009, God has been speaking to me about being a Joshua. I still hold closely the 2 words God placed upon my heart last year, faith and courage, because God is not done with me then, but the Joshua bit is simply amazing. I remember seeking God for direction and vision for the year of 2009 last year, and on the 2nd day of RAD(i)CAL Camp, God gave me "Joshua". It was so puzzling at first, but it's all coming together. The most amazing thing about it is that even before anyone started talking about the book of Joshua, God had already spoken to me about it. At that time though, I was stunned. "Joshua? It's not an adjective or a common noun. What on earth does that mean!" And so that's how I was led to the book of Joshua. So much has been preached about Joshua. Joshua the (new) leader, and bearer of great responsibility Joshua the faithful, Joshua the willing, Joshua the overcomer, Joshua the victor, Joshua the man of faith. There have been so many lessons I have learnt even through reading the book of Joshua. I don't know why, but I've not been following the Bible Reading Plan for some time now, because God has been leading me to different passages totally "unrelated" to the Bible Reading Plan. I know that as an SP reading following the Bible Reading Plan will set a good example, but at the same time I know that God is leading me in a different direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I move on to more things, here's a testimony from Radical camp. First off, THESE were my expectations from camp:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. New vision &amp;amp; direction for 2009, and beyond (fulfilled for 2009, not just be a Joshua, but also revival among Christians in RGS then moving out, and reaching out to my class. God has also given me a promise which I will share in my next post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Breakthrough stagnancy in my walk with God to grow to a new level of faith and a deeper relationship (fulfilled, thus far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. New level of worship &amp;amp; prayer (fulfilled)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. New realisation of God's omnipresence (in the works)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Retuning my directions for ministry expressions (fulfilled; IH + PTF + SP)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Learn to lean on God in uncertain and trying times and to place CONFIDENCE in God (the trying times have yet to come, but I know what they will be and I can see how placing confidence in God is going be so, so important!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thank God for the fulfillment of the vast majority for my expectations, as well as revealing His promises and His plans as to what will come in this year of 2009. I will really need tons and tons of faith to pull through, to move out of self-doubt and to trust in God, and to know that as 2 Corinthians 12:9 says "My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect &lt;b&gt;in your weakness&lt;/b&gt;". All glory be to God, and I look forward to a great year of learning, growing and impacting the lives of others!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-8949631174685199725?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/8949631174685199725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=8949631174685199725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8949631174685199725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8949631174685199725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-joshua.html' title='Being a Joshua'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-4125761311572094190</id><published>2008-10-22T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:16:45.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor Gary's Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://pastorgarychia.blog.friendster.com/2008/10/courage-to-move-forward/" linkindex="1" rel="bookmark" set="yes" title="Permanent Link to Courage to Move forward"&gt;Courage to Move forward&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;small&gt;October 21st, 2008  by pastorgarychia&lt;/small&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;Hi folks,, too long never write here..so decided to write something ya… don’t really like facebook writing cause it is bit too exposed…. so prefer friendster when i can write my thoughts down..&lt;br /&gt;God has been speaking to me about having the courage to move forward. Lately, i experienced quite a few disappointments and discouragement in my life. i was a little upset but yet i&amp;nbsp;know that i cannot dwell in that too much because God has bigger plans for me. Sometimes, it hard to move forward because there are people whom you care about, think about and then it affects you because the time and effort spent.&lt;br /&gt;anyway in my conversation in God, he gave this word ‘Courage’ i begin to seek him more and really wanting to know more about this… i mean..surely i know what courage means right? but i was wrong… God revealed to me what IGNYTE, &lt;a href="mailto:Trinity@Adam"&gt;Trinity@Adam&lt;/a&gt; can become in 2009. I was in awe because it seems hard to pull it off. On top of that there are so many limtiations i see around me and disappointments, i told God..how can i move? so hard, so challenging. so many unknowns….. but isn’t this what you need? COURAGE.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that only when we have courage to walk then we will see breakthroughs. Sometimes, limitations and discouragements slows us down from moving forward but GOd sees it as an opportunity for me to see limitations and obstacles break down! While in my natural mind, my intellect tells me it is gonna pretty hard..really difficult..God says… take courage and move forward..sometimes it is as simple as that..nothing spectular, no signs and wonders, no big time experience, just take the courage and go.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it can kind of a lonely journey where no one can understand. But God understand and that’s all it matter. Friends, no matter where you are or how you feel… God is in control, he knows what we need, what we lack and He will fulfuil it in his timing He sees best.&lt;br /&gt;Courage is when you choose to jump off the moutain and allow God’s hand to lift you up. Sometimes&amp;nbsp; it is that moment you just have to jump and trust God for it. Go ahead, ‘drink’ courage and plunge to the breakthrus of God in your life today. =&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post came from pastor gary's blog at&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://pastorgarychia.blog.friendster.com/2008/10/courage-to-move-forward/" linkindex="12"&gt;http://pastorgarychia.blog.friendster.com/2008/10/courage-to-move-forward/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-4125761311572094190?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/4125761311572094190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=4125761311572094190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4125761311572094190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4125761311572094190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/10/pastor-garys-post.html' title='Pastor Gary&apos;s Post'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-1578526905561902599</id><published>2008-10-22T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:15:15.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to basics</title><content type='html'>Faith and courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sprung up in my mind as I read Pastor Gary's new blog post, which had the word "Courage" in it. It was then that I recalled what Sis Kassey had said to me during Battlecall last year, that these 2 words were to be words that would guide me through the year. And yes, it's been a difficult year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I would have said no, it has been an easy year, because everything was rather enjoyable and easy going (due to the fact that I slacked a lot, watched plenty of dramas and didn't put much thought in my walk with God for a considerable period of time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course those of you who know what's going on would probably agree with me that now things are getting tough, but it's not true that things have been smooth. My walk with God has definitely been very very bad this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I shan't say more. I also don't want to be a stumbling block to any of my juniors (church?) who might read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, all I can say is that I thank God for being who He is and I trust that He is the one who is capable of leading me through all situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written a song, actually, but I'm still refining it and being really picky about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will continue to pray and believe that indeed, in all things, God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-1578526905561902599?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/1578526905561902599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Sounds fun, heh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it clashes with the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll mug chinese first since mock test is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeheehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-5057838051461175320?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/5057838051461175320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=5057838051461175320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5057838051461175320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5057838051461175320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/07/dr-wong-asked-me-to-apply-for-childaid.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-2608584964360785083</id><published>2008-07-26T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:12:53.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah, my mum's trying to learn Psalms 91.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out Bible cherades IS quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can try that as a game during FUEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-2608584964360785083?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/2608584964360785083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=2608584964360785083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2608584964360785083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2608584964360785083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/07/hah-my-mums-trying-to-learn-psalms-91.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-8579277996256428565</id><published>2008-06-14T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:59:59.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; God said: I miss talking with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I said: What? I just  prayed on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; How often do you talk with Katie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Well, OK.  Let's see . . . we usually hang together before school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; then we have  English and math together. And — oh yeah — we've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; study hall together  in the afternoon. And lunch, I forgot about lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; We eat lunch together  every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; So how often do you talk with Katie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I guess all the time. We call each other a few times during the  week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; to check on homework stuff. And we instant-message a lot in  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; evenings when we're both on the computer. I'd say we pretty much  talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; all the time. After all, she is my best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  How often do you talk with Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Sigh. Well . . . on Sundays at church — and at  youth group. You know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I'd love to talk with you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; But God, I already give You chitchat time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I want more  than chitchat. I'd like for you to tell Me everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  Everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Why not? I already know what you're thinking  anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Yeah. And that's just it! If You know everything,  what's the big deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; about me having to talk with You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  Having to talk? Hmmm. I was hoping it would be more of an enjoyment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  instead of an obligation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Ah, You know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; You're right, I do. And that's exactly what hurts Me. Most of  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; time when you speak with Me, it's because you feel you're supposed  to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; or it's because your back is against the wall and you need help  —&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I didn't know You felt that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; My child, I paid the highest price I could pay for you. I long to  be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; with you and to hear you voice your thoughts, your joys, your  tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; your loneliness, your victories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Well, OK. If it  really means that much to You. But I still don't get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; this prayer thing.  If You already know what I'm going to say before I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; even say it, what's  the point in telling You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; It's the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Remember last week when Katie took first place in the  track meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Sure! I remember. Boy, was she excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Yes. And you were, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Well, yeah. I am her best  friend. You know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; But you actually heard about it before Katie  told you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Oh, yeah! Jason told me before I even saw  Katie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; But when Katie rushed to you, waving her ribbon, you  were just as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; happy and proud for her as if you were hearing the news for  the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; That's  friendship. That's relationship. That's love. Would you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; wanted her  to keep the news from you because you already knew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; No way! I  love it when Katie gets excited. Her face lights up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; that crooked  grin, and her eyes glow like sparklers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I feel the same  way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I not only love for you to tell Me  everything — I can't wait to hear it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I think I'm starting to  understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I'm not finished with Katie yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  Oh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Yeah. Let's keep talking about your friendship for just a  bit longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; The more you two share  (secrets, giggles, notes), and the more you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; two do (trips together,  youth group parties, football games), the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; closer you become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; So it's doing stuff that makes us such great friends, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Partly right. But I really want you to think about this, OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; It's also the p-r-o-c-e-s-s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I'm  thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; The time invested in sharing and doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Yeah. I get it. We're sort of investing ourselves in each other's  lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Exactly. And your friendship is growing because of  it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Yeah! Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Do you hear what I'm  saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Keep talking. I'm listening, God. I really am. I want  to get this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Your relationship with Me is pretty static right  now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Static?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Yeah. Dull. Boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I didn't think You noticed stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I'm God,  remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Oh, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; But it doesn't have to be  static. Don't forget. I died so we could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; have a relationship — an  exciting, fun relationship, not a boring one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Well, what can I  do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Spend more time with Me. Talk to Me. When you cry, let Me  wipe your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; tears. When you ace a history exam, share your good news with  Me. When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Lisa snubs you in the hallway, tell Me how bad it hurts. I want  our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; relationship to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Wow. Lord, I've never even  thought of all that. I mean, why would You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; be so interested in my  everyday, ordinary life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Because I love you. Oh, how I love  you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Jesus, I'm sorry. I've pretty much left You on the shelf.  I mean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; yeah, I go to church, and I even read my Bible at times, and  people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; know I'm a Christian. But You want me to grow in You too, and  I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; haven't been — I've been static, just like You said. Will You  forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I forgive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Jesus, I  want to have a best-friend, Lord-of-Lords relationship with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; You. I want  You to own me and consume me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Yes! That's what I want, too. And  you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I love the way you're  praying right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Praying? I'm not praying. We're just  talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Yeah. And that's exactly what prayer is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Open, honest, consistent  communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I can't wait till tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Why's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; I'm going to get up early and  pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; You don't have to wait till tomorrow morning. Talk to Me  when you get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; up at 1:30 a.m. to go to the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;  Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Sure! And at 3 a.m. when you're tossing in bed and  scrunching your pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Hey! How'd You know I always? . . . Oh,  yeah, You're God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Well, in that case,  how about hanging out right now? I've got some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; stuff I need to talk with  You about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; Great. This is the moment I've been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's true for most of us, in at least some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to what I was really excited to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;SP empowerment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been whining about how terrible my walk with God has been thus far etcetc and I've received a lot from God during SP empowerment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, what God spoke to me about was amazingly simple, yet so powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say so much because I just realised it's kinda weird to say stuff for all the world to read, regardless of whether they actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start a private blog again.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether I'll really come back here, hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully I can say a lot more xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not now though!&lt;br /&gt;Science proposal, learn ting xie.&lt;br /&gt;The science proposal's half killing me! xP&lt;br /&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/4650776891153665219-8579277996256428565?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/8579277996256428565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=8579277996256428565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8579277996256428565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8579277996256428565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-said-i-miss-talking-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-5973661147785284159</id><published>2008-06-02T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:11:39.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't help but blog about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God miraculously worked up a streak of compassion in a murderous insect killer who took the lives of numerous innocent young flies and ants (okay maybe not so innocent for drinking my fruit juice or making me dizzy spinning round me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I stepped on a fly (you know, those little things that have a particular inexplicable attraction to light, especially on rainy days. Yea, one of those guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did it because they were flying around and they were irritating, so when it came up next to my slipper, I stepped on it rather gently. But alas, when I lifted my slipper, the sad truth dawned upon me (okay maybe not SO dramatic.) It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then don'tknowwhy but I suddenly freaked out! And then I looked at it and I felt so sad. And so guilty. And then I felt so bad I said "Sorry!" and scolded myself for being a hypocrite. And then my dad started laughing. And I was talking about how bad I felt and everything! At first he just said stuff like, "It's okay" "calm down" "relax" but I continued my "I FEEL SO BAD!" thing. So he said "repent!" and then I started laughing, which is why I can blog about it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The poor fly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just saw a picture of it in head and I'm freaking out again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AHHHHH I FEEL SO BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I don't think I'm going to kill a fly ever again.&lt;br /&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/4650776891153665219-5973661147785284159?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/5973661147785284159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=5973661147785284159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5973661147785284159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5973661147785284159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-help-but-blog-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-4993851962585402828</id><published>2008-06-02T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:31:35.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been awhile since I've been here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should be busy; rather, I should GET busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet, a week into the holidays, I have neither started my PTs nor practiced ANY piano at all.&lt;br /&gt;Besides all this work, I thought it might be a good idea to use this to speak to my SBs a bit more and spend more time with God, especially since I've been cutting on that lately.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this isn't all happening.&lt;br /&gt;While it's not true that I've been completely idle since I returned from Corporal's Camp (I've prepared for SMO and I'm trying to finish MCS now. So much math, gosh), there remains a lot more to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Considering my terrible results last semester, well, (trails off xDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;I started watching Nodama Cantabile.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really cool because of all the music in it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, the soprano was singing Voi che sapete in part 1 or part 2.&lt;br /&gt;They're using all the famous pieces!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the actors/actresses are really playing those things.&lt;br /&gt;It seems pretty real to me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramas, dramas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm cutting down!&lt;br /&gt;Besides, J-dramas are REALLY short.&lt;br /&gt;Promise! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/4650776891153665219-4993851962585402828?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/4993851962585402828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=4993851962585402828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4993851962585402828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/4993851962585402828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-awhile-since-ive-been-here.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-5197599019490234798</id><published>2008-05-26T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:44:52.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After being away for so long, both physically (camp after camp) and mentally [on a side note, spiritually too], I've decided to come back and face reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are plenty of things I've got to catch-up on, including work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SMO is tomorrow, MCS due on 4th June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 PTs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CHURCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Find out about multiplication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prayer pointers by TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, no, I'm not even talking about these things, however important or urgent they seem to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me face it, I'm drifting from God again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't get it. I know it's not a good idea to ask WHY because it gives rise to doubt, but WHY is it that some how I just find it so hard to grow this year. It's like there's this plateau that I reach, and after some time of stagnancy, I just go down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conclusion: It's some stronghold. I think so. In fact, I know so. It's... whatdoyoucallthat... A BONDAGE.&lt;br /&gt;OHMYFREAKINGGOODNESS MY MUM HAS A BOOK CALLED THE BONDAGE BREAKER!&lt;br /&gt;AHA! I shall borrow it and read it.&lt;br /&gt;But that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking down my links and I realised that I haven't read Ern Chuen's blog for ages. Well, He's grown. And His posts are as encouraging as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Quick post in the midst of exams. Sometimes it's good to mug. xD Not that I enjoy it. But it's because somehow God slots in a reminder here and there. I was going through my history notes. Perfectly normal. And then I came across my notes on Communism which I had completely forgot about. In case you don't know, communism is the complete removal of any social class, any every gets equal status with equal share of benefit. We were suppose to discuss whether this is a good form of government in a country. And I wrote, "Too good to be true. Everyone has to be kind, honest and put others before you. A certain impossibility." Reading this remark again reminded me of how imperfect this world is. How unstable it is. But i really like this =) Slotted just next to this statement, I wrote something really random and yet, it was the reassurance of a loving Father. "Democracy=Freedom? JESUS=Freedom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was brought back to a moment in time, last year in my times of extreme lows, and then I saw the love of God holding on to me. I was brought back to the Battlecall camp, where God was pouring forth annointing and bring us into a history-making moment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I look back at what I've done before, and I fear i might go back to the same thing. Maybe you feel this way. Well, God is saying to you today. You're free. You're free. You're free to dance, free to jump, free to live out the victory He has purposed for you. I'M FREE. My sins, He has cast away as far as the east is from the west. My past, He will use to reflect His glory. I AM FREE. Whenever you get bombarded spiritually, whenever you think you're this close to going back to your past, let the resounding praise of God drown out the utter lies whispered into your ears. I AM FREE.&lt;/span&gt; =) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you think you're this close to going back to your past.&lt;br /&gt;My sentiments exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm feeling that same blurriness/spinning sensation again.&lt;br /&gt;But with a pinch of indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another strong hint that suggests I need urgent help.&lt;br /&gt;Was leading worship today at camp.&lt;br /&gt;I was so totally just SINGING.&lt;br /&gt;Worshiping and singing are so totally different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to talk to Deborah Tang.&lt;br /&gt;I still miss her loads.&lt;br /&gt;And, I want to give her her overdue present and letter, and take her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, what a packed holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Which is good.&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT WATCH ANY MORE DRAMAS FROM THIS DAY ON.&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT MAYBE SWEET 18 WHICH IS IN MY IPOD, ONLY WHEN I'M OUT OF MY HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;IF I DARE, I WILL FORCE MYSELF TO BLOG IT AND YOU WILL SEE IT. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-5197599019490234798?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/5197599019490234798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=5197599019490234798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5197599019490234798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5197599019490234798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/05/after-being-away-for-so-long-both.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-2701604145568968550</id><published>2008-05-19T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:49:58.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BTW the stuff from the pre-camp post have been generally resolved but I guess this will be pretty much long term.......&lt;/span&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/4650776891153665219-2701604145568968550?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/2701604145568968550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=2701604145568968550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2701604145568968550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2701604145568968550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/05/btw-stuff-from-pre-camp-post-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-2624796725408772133</id><published>2008-05-19T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:47:03.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;SHPS GB Camp was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Primary school kids are interesting, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been only 1.5 years, and I say that already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The overly enthusiastic OR completely reserved and shy OR act-cool/very cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Children Worship is so fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;All the actions, WHEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, my leg muscles hurt because of the "Jesus My Best Friend" song XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;45 CIP hours for 3 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I could earn &gt;100 in a week then! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm SO going for SHPS GB camp next year.&lt;br /&gt;Free food, free lodging, nice officers, (generally) cute kids, CIP hours.&lt;br /&gt;WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4650776891153665219-2624796725408772133?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/2624796725408772133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=2624796725408772133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2624796725408772133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2624796725408772133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/05/shps-gb-camp-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-8705311872413401033</id><published>2008-05-15T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:13:05.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;things aren't going too well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What can I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's my fault la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As in, I've apologised and all, but she says she's given up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's like she hates my guts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And not just my guts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I told myself one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: webdings;font-size:78%;" &gt;No matter how much you hate me, I will continue to love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-8705311872413401033?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/8705311872413401033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=8705311872413401033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8705311872413401033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8705311872413401033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-arent-going-too-well.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-5334296073922901179</id><published>2008-05-14T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:57:34.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like a spoilt brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, the kind that does whatever she wants and sulks when what comes is anything less than satisfactory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Results came out today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I'd say math was sufficiently disastrous and so was everything else, except geog and maybe history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I still thank God la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean, I studied less than last year and I agree that I 'sacrificed' math because I didn't see this exam as so important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling quite 'mixed' now because I've been falling behind on my walk with God, of late.&lt;br /&gt;Like, this week, after the exams have ended.&lt;br /&gt;I've been slacking and watching dramas.&lt;br /&gt;This drama thing has caused my academic downfall, I can say for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if I don't want to study.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish I was some mugger kid who can't get off her books when the exams are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; only&lt;/span&gt; 2 months away. That would be SO pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm some procrastinator person who wants something but takes no action.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, geog PT, which I'm less than half done with.&lt;br /&gt;And, FUEL homework.&lt;br /&gt;I should really get to doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's about procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it's time to make good this time.&lt;br /&gt;Last year I learnt that it's possible to improve a GPA by 0.4.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it's not too late.&lt;br /&gt;I'd better learn my lesson just like I did last year.&lt;br /&gt;Even so, last year wasn't that very spectacular either.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling.&lt;br /&gt;asijw89rujaweiofjsfjadso;k&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered! Worship ministry!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it's definitely not time to tell my parents what P Gary told me to tell them after multiplication, with results like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Okay I admit my results weren't THAT bad, as some would say. But very frankly speaking (assuming no one chances upon this), I'm not comparing to the lowest marks or even the average mark. That's not called high expectations, that's called setting standards and targets; benchmarking. It's got to be the right people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-5334296073922901179?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/5334296073922901179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=5334296073922901179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5334296073922901179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5334296073922901179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-like-spoilt-brat.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-8216649614923584015</id><published>2008-05-08T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:13:07.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MYAs are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm on a card-making/singing/enjoying life moe now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha, card-making because of *shush* mothers' day and water baptism and being ALLSTARS' new birthday I/C XD&lt;br /&gt;Card-making is pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;It's just.. tedious, heh.&lt;br /&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/4650776891153665219-8216649614923584015?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/8216649614923584015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=8216649614923584015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8216649614923584015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8216649614923584015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/05/myas-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-1643751356208320981</id><published>2008-05-04T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:47:22.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To walk in righteousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sermon yesterday spoke to me very much, but I guess I didn't respond to it as strongly as I would have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now let me just say that my walk with God's getting back on track. It's been going well, although I'm absolutely certain that it's not the best. Haha, ACS motto! XD&lt;br /&gt;It's a good feeling to know that I'm getting more in line with the things of God again, yet there's this lingering feeling that I've been unable to describe for ages that's still bugging me. It's gotten so bad that when asked for prayer requests or to describe situations, I try to describe it, fail miserably and send the wrong message across! But basically, the feeling is that somethings' not right. After yesterday's message, I would think it's caused by righteousness (rather, the lack of it.)&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the ways of God is never easy. But I guess for nearly the whole of last year, it was something I was striving so hard to achieve. And although I would get tired and fail at times, I'd say I was walking in the light much of the time. It was a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, situations came in the way. I think that was December last year, after SP class (all fired up) and shortly after Battlecall, the devil came against me very very very hard. It was this terrible blow that I've not completely recovered from, and it was immensely painful. The lingering feeling? It's probably guilt- from not living righteously as I once strived to.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've not been living right. I've been doing things I would shun from last year. School's not helping either. And friends, they help but they can also work the other way. Oh well. This post sounds so emo! XP To me, at least! ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;I shall cut the long story short; I'm becoming more and more long-winded! D:&lt;br /&gt;Basically I guess that problem is that I've gotten so worn out living right before God and I kinda, gave up? And then I felt really bad and then it's been bugging me all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I should be thinking about geog since I'm only halfway through that. Maybe not even halfway. Ohwell.&lt;br /&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/4650776891153665219-1643751356208320981?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/1643751356208320981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=1643751356208320981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1643751356208320981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/1643751356208320981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-walk-in-righteousness.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-8635672072609898498</id><published>2008-04-30T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:10:12.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember the time when Disneyland was greeted by wide grins and anything scenic or natural was regarded with disdain. It wasn't so long ago, actually, but, thank God I now know better =D&lt;br /&gt;I was gazing out of the back seat window on my way home from school today, and it struck me how pretty the trees look. And I'm not really a fan of the colour green. It's just that each tree looked different. Some were tall, hunky umbrella trees, very muscular, with abs and what not. Some were tall but slim, others were short and anorexic. But the thing about each of these trees is that they are all different. And they are all beautiful, in their own ways. Some trees had dainty pinkish leaves, some had pruple leaves, some just had the normal green leaves. But even in the green, there was an array of colours. It just went together, somehow, despite all the bitsy differences. And although birds nest ferns or stag horn ferns may be sort-of, 'parasitic' (not that they eat up the tree though,) they looked pretty on the trees. Somehow, just somehow.&lt;br /&gt;But exactly, how? I believe these beautiful things we see around really point towards the presence of our creator, God. There's this song I sang long time ago in choir. It's called all things bright and beautiful. It was a hymn, but the melody was changed to make it into a choral work. It captures the essence of this post. Hmm, I'll go find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All things bright and beautiful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; all creatures great and small, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; all things wise and wonderful:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; the Lord God made them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1. Each little flower that opens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; each little bird that sings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; God made their glowing colors, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; and made their tiny wings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; (Refrain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2. The purple-headed mountains, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; the river running by, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; the sunset and the morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; that brightens up the sky.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; (Refrain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3. The cold wind in the winter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; the pleasant summer sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; the ripe fruits in the garden:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; God made them every one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; (Refrain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4. God gave us eyes to see them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; and lips that we might tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; how great is God Almighty, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; who has made all things well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, the Lord God made them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-8635672072609898498?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/8635672072609898498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=8635672072609898498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8635672072609898498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8635672072609898498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/04/beauty-of-nature.html' title='The Beauty of Nature'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-7810682965141069567</id><published>2008-04-28T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:57:53.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quick update here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things have been good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although for the weekends I was really busy with concert and all, I had a fair bit of time to recharge and read my history notes once through. Okay I admit I didn't really study on my birthday but HEY, it's just one day (nyeh nyeh fine forgive me just once!)&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent TAWG once I got home! Felt fabulous. I must really do that everyday!&lt;br /&gt;And then, I watched Parts 1-4 of TKA 20. I think it was really good. Haha. I'm a crazy romantic. Watch ISWAK (it started with a kiss) and the equally good sequel TKA (they kiss again) when you have the time, if you don't mind taiwanese chinese and mushy scenes. It's a good show and I think the acting's really good considering it's taiwanese!&lt;br /&gt;Bathed, dinner, and then got down to do graphs (I've been slacking in math clearing my other homework!) Thank God my parents are more or less qualified to teach me stuff, maybe other than Chemistry (my mum's chinese ed), haha. God's been good la.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after graphs, I did history with my parents. It was really fun. And because I turned off my laptop, I wasn't in a rush to get back into my room to see if any desperate soul needed urgent help online! XD&lt;br /&gt;School today was good too. A highlight- Deborah Tang's letter! Haha, somehow she knows how to make me happy, aww... I'd really really like to go out with her and Sis Kassey after MYAs! Sentosa would be nice! *shrieks* haha, don't know la. Last year I barely went out! I can hardly believe that. Somehow I was so much more of a loner last year than this year. In a sense, it helps because it's easier to stay 'holy' when you're alon (like, how do you joke about sick stuff if you're alone! Or lie when you're alone!) but that's not the way to go, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being really random here, but yesterday was really nice too, in the sense that Miyuki wrote me a very sweet computer note. It's an amazing feeling when you try hard to help someone grow in God, and the person grows. Of course, there's still a LONG journey ahead, but I believe that very often, the first steps are the hardest! (:&lt;br /&gt;Discipling people is so fulfilling. Especially because God's always there! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will trust in the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lean not on my own understanding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In all my ways acknowledge Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let Your will be done in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let Your will be done in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thank You Lord for bringing me back, again.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4650776891153665219-7810682965141069567?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/7810682965141069567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=7810682965141069567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/7810682965141069567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/7810682965141069567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-update-here.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-5783808549134483206</id><published>2008-04-26T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:20:38.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TKA Episode 20 is tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whee, so exciting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow is such a, ahem, SPECIAL day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hah, don't you ever forget! XD&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, should go mug and do homework now, bye!&lt;br /&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/4650776891153665219-5783808549134483206?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/5783808549134483206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=5783808549134483206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5783808549134483206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/5783808549134483206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahhhh-tka-episode-20-is-tomorrow-whee.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-2559714792659159470</id><published>2008-04-26T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:25:23.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ship!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/-UszILJkC-I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/-UszILJkC-I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whee this is one of my options for list c! hehe, Dawn Upshore is good! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4650776891153665219-2559714792659159470?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/2559714792659159470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=2559714792659159470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2559714792659159470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/2559714792659159470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-ship.html' title='My Ship!'/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-7776298391685592869</id><published>2008-04-24T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:54:09.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=19fd9c84c942a08316e0"&gt;http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=19fd9c84c942a08316e0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really impactful video.&lt;br /&gt;It's really long, but it's turned my perspective around.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, it has become so clear.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a narrow gate, it's a narrow path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You HAVE to watch it.&lt;/span&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/4650776891153665219-7776298391685592869?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/7776298391685592869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=7776298391685592869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/7776298391685592869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/7776298391685592869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4650776891153665219.post-8035854302192233731</id><published>2008-04-23T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:25:20.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Today, although there IS MEP exam tomorrow, I decided to read IGNYTErs blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Today, I realised how important it is to talk to people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Honestly speaking, I've changed a big deal since coming to a girls school. I've played very defensive in terms of making friends. Being class chair doesn't help either, some how, it seems I come across as very aggressive and domineering. Recently I've been going around with Voon and Viv (ian! xD) They're really nice people, heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Haven't spoken to Deborah Tang for REALLY long. I really really want to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;I don't know if we can still speak to each other the same way as before, but I certainly hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After MYAs, I'll call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Benn's blog. I would say that it really is encouraging. Her most recent post impacted me. How it did, I only have a vague idea. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get back to studying for MEP now.&lt;br /&gt;I know why these MYAs are so very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have been worrying that I'm not coping (and so disallowing me to join worship.) Pastor Gary said that after multiplication, he wants me to ask my parents again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the choir thing, since it's only been there in theory and at the back of our minds, I think it's pretty much immaterial now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study hard, study for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will seek to bring Your name glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will seek to bring Your name honour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will seek to magnify your name in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To give my life completely unto You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 Corinthians 10:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So whether you eat or drink or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatever you do, do it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;for the glory of God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you will I press on, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4650776891153665219-8035854302192233731?l=takingupthecross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/feeds/8035854302192233731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4650776891153665219&amp;postID=8035854302192233731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8035854302192233731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4650776891153665219/posts/default/8035854302192233731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takingupthecross.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-although-there-is-mep-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>OVERCOMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402385837251945812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nuh1v4v2Zk/SJXFPVkFebI/AAAAAAAAACM/NgTUXfHZIxM/S220/DSC00468+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
