<?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-3688037964077934687</id><updated>2012-01-27T00:37:12.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-7706157631101930704</id><published>2008-07-03T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:27:30.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done.</title><content type='html'>I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED. i finally manged to move my stuff over to wordpress already, now all i need to do is try to find a way to put in my tagboard if possible (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye blogger ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-7706157631101930704?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/7706157631101930704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=7706157631101930704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7706157631101930704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7706157631101930704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/07/done.html' title='Done.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-473315412861204838</id><published>2008-07-01T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:37:36.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT-nooooooob</title><content type='html'>WORDPRESS IS SO HARD TO USE, boy do i suck in the use of technology ):&lt;br /&gt;anyone willing to help me? i finally see the convenience of wordpress, but making a wordpress page is HARD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-473315412861204838?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/473315412861204838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=473315412861204838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/473315412861204838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/473315412861204838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-nooooooob.html' title='IT-nooooooob'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-6526651079088729009</id><published>2008-06-30T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:36:49.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outreeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacccccccccccccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>The Time Has Come - Hillsong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AQk65gVED1I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AQk65gVED1I&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: i like this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my prelim results can be considered kinda flunked, with lots of careless mistakes. well, though the results are lower than my expectations, i know i didn't work for it, so i guess i kinda deserve it. but i've really pulled through this exam all thanks to the grace of god (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-6526651079088729009?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/6526651079088729009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=6526651079088729009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6526651079088729009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6526651079088729009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/outreeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacccccc.html' title='Outreeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacccccccccccccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-1516849763081318934</id><published>2008-06-29T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:45.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10,9,8,7....</title><content type='html'>this marks the end of the holidays, there in the blink of an eye, i also just finished my last activity, badminton with jiao, liu, li zhen and phoebe. a new revelation's gonna begin tmr, an embarkation to a whole new expedition, our battle is starting soon. i just hope im well prepared (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SGesFAUTsrI/AAAAAAAAATY/fykPEFkTzFM/s1600-h/488607062_657f1d0d50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SGesFAUTsrI/AAAAAAAAATY/fykPEFkTzFM/s400/488607062_657f1d0d50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217327895316509362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's not how i start the race, but the whole process of it and how i finish it, alone? or with my team. however, though the start is not as important, the warm up is extremely integral, in spiritual terms, it means to just pray and pray and pray and pray until we get blessed, and i hoped i've warmed up well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-1516849763081318934?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/1516849763081318934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=1516849763081318934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1516849763081318934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1516849763081318934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/10987.html' title='10,9,8,7....'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SGesFAUTsrI/AAAAAAAAATY/fykPEFkTzFM/s72-c/488607062_657f1d0d50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-3973539823764899517</id><published>2008-06-28T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:54:25.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment.</title><content type='html'>"We did'nt get the whole chocolate bar but at least we got ourselves a hershey's kiss"&lt;br /&gt;Caretaker from the movie "The Longest Yard" said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think God speaks to me in the most unexpected ways. he spoke to me and it somehow led me to thinking abt this verse. well, not all my contacts came today, but im content with what me and zk achieved. i dont feel it's my personal credit to take, but also my sheep's one as well, but the glory is all given to God. Maybe God wants me to practice patience, and that he will bless us next week. well, im all psyched up for what he has in store for me, and im gonna fast and pray really really hard for contacts and that they'll come for svc(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-14543" class="sup"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; Yet I am poor and needy;&lt;br /&gt;       may the Lord think of me.&lt;br /&gt;       You are my help and my deliverer;&lt;br /&gt;       O my God, do not delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i strongly believe that cd7 will be accomplished maybe even sooner than what was expected, but i involves our full involvement and faith in Christ. God may have blessed me with one bit, but im still spiritually hungry for more of his greatness, and im gonna fast and pray (2nd time im saying this haha) until he blesses me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-3973539823764899517?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/3973539823764899517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=3973539823764899517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3973539823764899517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3973539823764899517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/contentment.html' title='Contentment.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4265143785335693757</id><published>2008-06-27T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:46:11.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take aim.... fire!</title><content type='html'>alright, schools gonna start for me alr and i know it's gonna be one heck of a crazy journey leading to the o levels. everyday i can see myself being bombarded with hordes of white junk which supposedly can help me in my education. well, i cant say that i look forward to school. but i have to go back. okay, im not saying that im hyped up for schoolwork, i never was and i never will be. but i know i've a battle to face once school opens. dont worry, no casualties, but im sure if i fight to my fullest, many will be saved. and besides, it's not a battle in the physical realm, but my spiritual realm. im gonna do my best to beat all my demons and be a testament of god's grace. im gonna get myself prepared... no guns/parangs required, but i've been fasting and praying to ask god to equip me with the spirit of evangelism and eloquence to spread his word. i wanna bear fruit that can help to extend the kingdom of god.if my own testimony is not strong, how can people be moved? if my testimony is huge, it means my god is huge as well. i believe that, and im gonna change for the better, i may have changed already the past few months, but there's just so much extravagance of god's love that can change all my imperfections. yea i know no one is perfect, but for god, im willing to give my all just to take that one step to be like him or at least close to him(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-2382872118916767601</id><published>2008-06-24T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:25:15.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>okay regarding the quote. i was doing my sermon duplication and i came across sth i wrote: when we die, it's either perfect heaven or perfect hell as our characters have already been set. hence we're imperfect in this world so that we can change for the better or worse. well,why not we just really follow biblical principles and really become that gift god will surely love(: i mean, i rather spend an eternity with someone i've worshipped in my lifetime than some guy with 2 horns who would engulf my life in total bedlam. well, this phrase spurred me on and i hope that i can really bring more people and pray that they'll nurture into the perfect gifts for god =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went evax today. it came out quite well, we got quite a few responsive contacts, well i hope they come this sat (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-2382872118916767601?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/2382872118916767601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=2382872118916767601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2382872118916767601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2382872118916767601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-1260058911843015578</id><published>2008-06-24T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:31:21.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote</title><content type='html'>"What we are is God's gift to us, what we become is our gift to God"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                             Eleanor Powell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morn i was beautifying my sermon notes (haha im like the only one who duplicates his sermon notes and add colours to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i read this verse and it spoke ALOT to me, okay, i gtg so i shall post more abt this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-1260058911843015578?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/1260058911843015578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=1260058911843015578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1260058911843015578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1260058911843015578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/quote.html' title='quote'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-2946394812555853005</id><published>2008-06-23T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:23:28.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x100000000000</title><content type='html'>ever tried pricking yourself with a pin? well i asked myself, just how much did jesus endure? i went youtube to watch scenes of the passion of the christ. its really saddening to even see with my very eyes what jesus went through, the whipping, the crown of thorns, the drilling of the nails. so much just to forgive us. yet we still continue, again and again, and we never stop. some even had the audacity to make fun of the movie. i feel so heartbroken to see people  even doing that. im trying really hard to hold my tears in already. noone has every gone through so much pain, both emotional and physical. i think it hurt jesus more in the heart than on the outside. i guess now, up to this day every time we sin, we draw away from him, some people even questioning or criticizing our methods, even making sarcastic remarks. it pains him, inside to see his beloved children turning away from him. until this year, i realised the sheer awesomeness of god, his endurance, his patience and never-ending love. but us, we fall short of his standards, being impatient at times, always contemplating and trying to go for materialism. through this video, im reminded yet again of what god has done, and he showed me the vision of cd7, and i feel it's time to chiong all-out, giving up my dsa means nothing unless i use that empty space and fill it with god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1eMNAQ4D5E&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful, beautiful, glorius, matchless in every way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-2946394812555853005?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/2946394812555853005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=2946394812555853005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2946394812555853005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2946394812555853005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/x100000000000.html' title='x100000000000'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-245661374187267620</id><published>2008-06-23T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:13:09.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(: (:</title><content type='html'>okay, today whizzed by really fast, and i didnt really do work, thought i set myself a goal ):&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lemme share about what happened... i was at the chicken rice stall, ordering some food, then this guy came up to me and asked me about my age and stuff. i got kinda scared at first cuz i had bad encounters before, some may know it, so i was contemplating if i should continue the convo or ignore him. well, i didnt wanna break his heart =P so i continued. well, he wasnt what i expected him to be. he asked if i went church and i kinda realised where the convo was heading, so i told him where i was from and he replied. god spoke to me then, if a full grown man can go up to a young boy and share, whilst not being afraid of the fact that people would judge him as a paedophile, what more can i do? im like only 2-3 years older, DEFINITELY NO PAEDOPHILIC looks and well, this just spurred me on to do evax tmr (: so i hope i get some contacts =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, many people from central are sick these days, i guess its the school blues or some flu bug. well, whoever's sick and reading this, i hope u get well soon(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-245661374187267620?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/245661374187267620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=245661374187267620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/245661374187267620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/245661374187267620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='(: (:'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-1158724848186308840</id><published>2008-06-23T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:22:10.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days break(:</title><content type='html'>this week was really tiring... thank god this revelation is over (: well, ive got a whole week to rest, but im not resting in building up the kingdom of god, i shall take time to evax(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so saturday came, service was great as usual. then during lunch/dinner, i found out tt ps shirley browsed through my blog. then she was there when i found out. okay so first reaction was kinda "uh oh" which somehow turned into "OH YEA!!" and then after that we played murderer at pc bunk in which central d completely crashed the area (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for sunday.... i went to watch zohan with aaron justin and qi, the show's really disgusting but super funny, thats all i can say(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-1158724848186308840?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/1158724848186308840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=1158724848186308840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1158724848186308840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1158724848186308840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/7-days-break.html' title='7 days break(:'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-840520243325812192</id><published>2008-06-18T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:46.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFjZ09ugjVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/OhXjvfpJPGA/s1600-h/Into+the+Distance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFjZ09ugjVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/OhXjvfpJPGA/s400/Into+the+Distance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213156072627408210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God has already planned a specific task for each and everyone of us. the path's clear with only clear obstacles which would help us grow. god has already lit the path, but yet we're stuck with our own goals. destination unclear, results uncertain, however we still push ourselves. medals rust, certs fade, and we still go for it. im still feeling super shook of my decision to drop dsa, but sometimes, when i lose my fire to evangelise, i dont feel much. now that ive got the drive, im gonna make sure im not letting it go, EVER. ive got my final competitions coming up in the next few weeks, and after that im done, and i hope that i wont desire for more competition, but treat them as a passing revelation. the only competition i wanna face is the task that god gives me, the only trophies i wanna win is the blessings from god, the only podium i wanna stand on is one where god annoits me, the rest is history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-840520243325812192?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/840520243325812192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=840520243325812192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/840520243325812192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/840520243325812192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/distance.html' title='Distance.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFjZ09ugjVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/OhXjvfpJPGA/s72-c/Into+the+Distance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-7479025262470298303</id><published>2008-06-17T19:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:46.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFegWtJI-TI/AAAAAAAAATA/Odvs1h74C8o/s1600-h/guitar-hero-web-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFegWtJI-TI/AAAAAAAAATA/Odvs1h74C8o/s400/guitar-hero-web-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212811405640137010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've always wanted speed in everything, be it guitar or anth else, ive been wanting to see much results without working hard. i never achieved it. God gave me a word, "SACRIFICE" if i wanted to see results, i need to work for it. i went to hand up my dsa form for rjc today, but didnt get my parents to sign, so i couldnt hand it up. maybe it was divine intervention after all, someone didnt want me to hand up the form. it had been bugging me for the past few days already. it was god's choice as to where he wanted to put me, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess im gonna give up my dsa to rjc already, i know i've been working hard for it, but now i wanna work hard for god. if god really wants me to go rjc he will bless my results. it's a really hard decision and it hurts me alot to even just put down the form, it's like putting my biggest hope of entering rjc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god let me see the bigger picture, i viewed temporal success above all, winning medals that would only rust after a few years. god reminded me of why i cried during camp, what i made central d hold me accountable for. if i wanna serve, ive gotta make time to outreach, and im gonna give up this cca that i've been taking for the past 7 years. it's hard even typing this, my tears are frigging gonna flow any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFejAm6XFqI/AAAAAAAAATI/xRolwQZoDcU/s1600-h/fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFejAm6XFqI/AAAAAAAAATI/xRolwQZoDcU/s400/fishing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212814324545296034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 4:19 - &lt;span id="en-NIV-23229" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Come, follow me," Jesus said, "and I will make you fishers of men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those that know me know that i like fishing, well, i wanna follow god with all i have now, i wanna see cat high grow, and make this sacrifice worth it(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-7479025262470298303?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/7479025262470298303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=7479025262470298303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7479025262470298303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7479025262470298303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/speed.html' title='Speed.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFegWtJI-TI/AAAAAAAAATA/Odvs1h74C8o/s72-c/guitar-hero-web-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-8372241606620706043</id><published>2008-06-16T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:15:50.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakening.</title><content type='html'>Muse - Stockholm Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Thuid3h_2U0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Thuid3h_2U0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse - Hysteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the frenzy, i need to keep awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns N' Roses - Sweet Child Of Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-AYAv0IoWI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-AYAv0IoWI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASSIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delirious? - History Maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/loyq_JCjZJY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/loyq_JCjZJY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-8372241606620706043?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/8372241606620706043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=8372241606620706043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/8372241606620706043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/8372241606620706043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/awakening.html' title='Awakening.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-1958351521261558216</id><published>2008-06-16T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:48.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fellowship Of The Unashamed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFYugcOpowI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MRJjfgKNyJ4/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFYugcOpowI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MRJjfgKNyJ4/s400/DSC00900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212404753596261122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFYug32SSbI/AAAAAAAAASA/XsOc1wdsppc/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFYvovwf1OI/AAAAAAAAASw/sGsuJdFG8z4/s400/DSC00907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212405995789079778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not ashamed to declare(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-1958351521261558216?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/1958351521261558216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=1958351521261558216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1958351521261558216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1958351521261558216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/fellowship-of-unashamed.html' title='The Fellowship Of The Unashamed'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFYugcOpowI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MRJjfgKNyJ4/s72-c/DSC00900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-7110540451877870286</id><published>2008-06-13T18:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:49.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pledge</title><content type='html'>There's a fine line that differentiates a self-sacrificial spirit and selective obedience. i guess im kinda of the former unknowingly. i've spent so much time slacking, i've neglected my studies, even to the extent that i didnt know what exam was on which day. when i smsed to ask, i received the F word from my friend, i wasnt pissed, instead, i was kinda glad. it kinda woke me up as to why i wasnt studying. i felt comforted by being reprimanded. if i could give my all for God, why cant i give my all for studies? after camp, i know my prelim 2 is gonna be flunked so bad, but i will definitely improve(: WITH GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as to what i shared on the last night of camp, i wanna reiterate it. i wish to apologize again to central D, for not playing my part. i want u guys to all hold me accountable for the building up of cd7 by hook or by crook at the end of 2008. give me the pressure, let me feel that i've got this huge unit waiting for me to rise up and lead my schoolmates in the kingdom. i may have a weird personality but who cares? A true leader rises up only with a pure heart, good character and a heart that seeks after God. i've wasted my 06 years doing nothing except speaking vulgarities wbich came out as often as my eyes blinked. i could save many in those years, but i slacked. i finally opened my eyes and saw the harsh reality. it pierced my heart, that i had such an obstacle had been put in front of me. But no matter what, with god, nothing is impossible, so guys, i pray that all of you would just constantly pressure me, annoy me, constantly remind me that i've a school to grow, anytime..i need to be spurred to grow and continually nurture people for the kingdom. after all,everybody plays a part and i wanna start doing mine. Desmond, i dunno if you'll ever get to read this, and i really wanna thank your cg for helping me out, rest assured i will do my part as well. this is MY school to complete, and i will be the one who says i've done it with u guys at the end of this year(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i asked myself, if knew i was gonna die soon,what would be the last chapter of my life be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MISSION ACCOMPLISHED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see myself completing whatever task God has entrusted me with, and im gonna give my all to fufil this goal that he has given me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, i want you to annoit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i would wanna grow in my desire, i've an analogy, could we ever have such a strong desire that even jacob would be jealous? we continually seek God, ask and ask and ask, want so bad that even God himself gets a little annoyed, i know it would never happen because God is more ready to give then we are to receive. but would it be good if we had that kind of spirit? i wanna be that kind of christian that affects people, even non believers in a positive manner.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFJWeNN6szI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SxefDNYuALs/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFJWeNN6szI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SxefDNYuALs/s400/DSC00946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211322795765183282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2, ive really grown to know more people in central since growing, lemme speak about one good friendship i've forged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFJXPzd_VGI/AAAAAAAAARY/QxAG3_yaq04/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFJXPzd_VGI/AAAAAAAAARY/QxAG3_yaq04/s400/DSC00808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211323647846732898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes though the pic may seem unglam, its the only one ive got of him on his own. well, i've  never really know him on a personal basis. through camp ushering, i got to speak to him more and pray for him and vice versa, i wanna thank him for what he prayed for me, though i was too engrossed crying my armpits out and barely heard anth, i knew god heard, and more tears came out, basically i just wanna thank god for him(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also the GYM band, thought nth spiritual (HAHAHA WHO AM I KIDDING OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING SPIRITUAL WAS PRESENT) happened, im glad i got to fellowship with them, basking overnight with the exact same song to many who's hearts we've touched XD and made many number one fans (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFJajYRUEfI/AAAAAAAAARg/N1LZ_LdlYJg/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFJajYRUEfI/AAAAAAAAARg/N1LZ_LdlYJg/s400/DSC00919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211327282678075890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wei Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFJajhL39WI/AAAAAAAAARo/dNOckuwH1j4/s1600-h/DSC00969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFJajhL39WI/AAAAAAAAARo/dNOckuwH1j4/s400/DSC00969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211327285071181154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFJaj_78FTI/AAAAAAAAARw/ye-Jqr24j1g/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFJaj_78FTI/AAAAAAAAARw/ye-Jqr24j1g/s400/DSC00802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211327293325841714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phoebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, im glad i went camp(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-7110540451877870286?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/7110540451877870286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=7110540451877870286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7110540451877870286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7110540451877870286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-pledge.html' title='My Pledge'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFJWeNN6szI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SxefDNYuALs/s72-c/DSC00946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-5250843599644010627</id><published>2008-06-12T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:49.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oasis!</title><content type='html'>Oasis was a really life-changing experience for me. I've got so much from God, visions, images and a task entrusted to me by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFEYP4Zx8fI/AAAAAAAAARI/TwaW1VbRpZw/s1600-h/phone_ringing_v7rb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFEYP4Zx8fI/AAAAAAAAARI/TwaW1VbRpZw/s400/phone_ringing_v7rb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210972904961995250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life, God calls us, constantly knocking on the door of our hearts, eagerly waiting for us to answer. yet, we're too bothered by the physical world, these temporal distractions prevent us from hearing the voice of God. It is small, but EXTREMELY powerful, i pray that one day, i could really pick up this call from God and let him just completely engulf me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 2, we may be able to have the gift of sight, but yet we don't seem to be using our sight for the right things. we still end up doing the wrong things, so i don't see what sight is for without the presence of God in it. I may be able to see, but what good does it serve if im stuck with spiritual blindness? God reminded me that only he could light up our hearts, enabling us to see a clear picture and act according to biblical principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God dropped this  verse to me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-11883" class="sup"&gt;2 Chronicles 32 : 7-8&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; "Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or discouraged because of the king of Assyria and the vast army with him, for there is a greater power with us than with him. &lt;span id="en-NIV-11884" class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; With him is only the arm of flesh, but with us is the LORD our God to help us and to fight our battles." And the people gained confidence from what Hezekiah the king of Judah said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he knows im afraid of facing the numbers game in my school. My fear of persecution from others causes me to falter and not help in the expansion of the kingdom. I guess, he just wanted to assure me that he is with me all the time to face this urgent problem in my school right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last night, he gave me my task. He  just plainly gave me 3 letters. CD7. I was shocked, and confused at that time. He wanted me to rise up as a CL and lead a group of people in CHS to build up a biblical community in my school, and also seeing my sheep growing and becoming a shepherd and take up 1, maybe even 2 sheep and play that intergral part in building a dream CG a what ps jeff said. seeing that, i was reminded that i was the pioneer of my school, and that i had the pressure of building my school up, if not it would be wiped out in 1 year. i realised i depended too much on the people of CD5. and on top of that, i was extremely afraid. I cried and cried that night, unable to even utter a word, but only small sounds of agony, the carpet underneath my face was wet as i kneeled on the ground, my CG prayed for me, i had to much to ask of from God, but my mouth wouldn't open, tears took over me. But as the day ended, i wanna thank God for believing in me, and that i will work hard and let him annoit me as a CL by end 2008, i prayed for God to bless me with the strength i needed to grow and also nurture my sheep to become shepherds and more(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pictures would be up once i obtain the rest from others, and this is just a summarised version of what i learnt in camp, if u wanna know more you can ask me, because i've really learnt too muchXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong- Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wr_Oqun3CWo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wr_Oqun3CWo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Life Worship - Here In Your Presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5250843599644010627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/oasis.html' title='Oasis!'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SFEYP4Zx8fI/AAAAAAAAARI/TwaW1VbRpZw/s72-c/phone_ringing_v7rb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-3516208826524363234</id><published>2008-06-08T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:52.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stayover + phoebe's bdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SEvHctgOdZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vFIbOUoU-io/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SEvHctgOdZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vFIbOUoU-io/s400/DSC00728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209476690049136018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SEvHdNqVo_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/CJi_Hysqd8Q/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SEvHdNqVo_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/CJi_Hysqd8Q/s400/DSC00739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209476698681484274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SEvFdMiNaOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8M6dooqhT1E/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SEvFdMiNaOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8M6dooqhT1E/s400/DSC00726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209474499355699426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SEvFdhczIxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/VtY2Q9jAm7s/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SEvFdhczIxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/VtY2Q9jAm7s/s400/DSC00727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209474504970150674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's all, camp's tmr , i cant wait(: (exams on the 16th, i CAN wait)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-3516208826524363234?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/3516208826524363234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=3516208826524363234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3516208826524363234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3516208826524363234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/stayover-phoebes-bdae.html' title='stayover + phoebe&apos;s bdae'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SEvHctgOdZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vFIbOUoU-io/s72-c/DSC00728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-1665691079259337604</id><published>2008-06-03T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:18:37.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 day countdown</title><content type='html'>seldom has once a countdown been so exhilarating, well, it's DEFINITELY not for my exams, it's for camp XD well, im really glad camp's coming, and i know it's gonna be seriously life-changing, well not physically. im gonna like really take a good break by not slacking my time away but spending time in fellowship in the presence of God and plus, learn something else besides academic subjects (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/USER/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/USER/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: camp logo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i wanna thank God for the inspiration he blessed me to help me in my writing on monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this might help some (sorry if some of you don't know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-1665691079259337604?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/1665691079259337604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=1665691079259337604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1665691079259337604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1665691079259337604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-day-countdown.html' title='6 day countdown'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-7270235239942192723</id><published>2008-06-03T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:55:22.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q.</title><content type='html'>I think the question is not how much time I've spent on studies, but how much I've spent on God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-7270235239942192723?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/7270235239942192723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=7270235239942192723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7270235239942192723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7270235239942192723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/q.html' title='Q.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-69695698969111518</id><published>2008-06-01T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:38:51.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BROKE..</title><content type='html'>oh yay, today's the last day of the sweelee sale, and i got myself a guitar (:  but now im broke and i need to save save save for shopping soon, i want my V neck tee, sth from topman and FOX (: and i realised ive been blogging very little, well, im sorry, i've been really tired &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;playing gunbound =P&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; well, its kinda exciting to try sth old out again(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdLCEwEFCMU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdLCEwEFCMU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be gangster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/khFhF64P3VQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/khFhF64P3VQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pK4bLMd0avU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pK4bLMd0avU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ndiRRjCyV_E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ndiRRjCyV_E&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha sry if anth offends you, but its really funny!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/12357121/1/474504958"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-121.friendster.com/e1/photos/12/17/12357121/1_474504958l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new guitar's on the top left (:&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/3688037964077934687-69695698969111518?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/69695698969111518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=69695698969111518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/69695698969111518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/69695698969111518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/06/broke.html' title='BROKE..'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-7499361070920031116</id><published>2008-05-27T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:02:05.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vids.</title><content type='html'>You're Loved (Don't Give Up) - Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ls7ila3srzI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ls7ila3srzI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears and Rain - James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5vHhn0qtj2o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5vHhn0qtj2o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooftops - Lost Prophets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpg6wsGy39s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpg6wsGy39s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-7499361070920031116?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/7499361070920031116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=7499361070920031116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7499361070920031116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7499361070920031116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/vids.html' title='Vids.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-6351997706782881092</id><published>2008-05-25T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:53.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SDj6DN3gplI/AAAAAAAAAPo/n0H0oANdspI/s1600-h/question-mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SDj6DN3gplI/AAAAAAAAAPo/n0H0oANdspI/s400/question-mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204184302595647058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's a wonder, why people strive so hard to perfection, though we always know that deep down inside, we can never be perfect. come to think of it, if we humans WERE perfect, i think i'd count this as an imperfection. yet, my world's filled with materialism, be it physically or academically. so the saying goes, "practice makes perfect" we all live by these lines, always thinking that one day, we can stand on level ground with our creator being perfect.  however, it's only with him that we are one step closer to the perfect spirit. nonetheless, we don't care much about perfect spirit, all we want is some dumb materialistic need. you know, sometimes i wish there was such a machine that could convert our desire for temporal crap to spiritual desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SDj8gN3gpmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/RQFbi2ZDnjM/s1600-h/Dragonball_Z_rear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SDj8gN3gpmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/RQFbi2ZDnjM/s400/Dragonball_Z_rear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204186999835108962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yea, i wish i could blow all these materialistic needs just by putting my arms together and chant some incantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong - Solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O8qGZ6vSWvI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O8qGZ6vSWvI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-6351997706782881092?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/6351997706782881092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=6351997706782881092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6351997706782881092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6351997706782881092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SDj6DN3gplI/AAAAAAAAAPo/n0H0oANdspI/s72-c/question-mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-6401090982092528295</id><published>2008-05-24T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:53:13.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>(: all i can say is that hillsong was awesome (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-6401090982092528295?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/6401090982092528295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=6401090982092528295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6401090982092528295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6401090982092528295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-8032630973445262425</id><published>2008-05-22T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:13:51.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU (:</title><content type='html'>oh yea man, i've got 6 tickets, 6 SEXY TICKETS TO HILLSONG! (: (: (: all thanks to kendra =D oh yea, today's really an excellent day, tmr's the last day of school, camp is approaching... it's wonderful (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Big - Emily Shackleton, done by David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cTSUiFAaHms&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cTSUiFAaHms&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check him out, he's a left-hander as well, COOL HUH.. im not the only one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manhattan - Eric Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FL8aeeSTthQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FL8aeeSTthQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-8032630973445262425?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/8032630973445262425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=8032630973445262425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/8032630973445262425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/8032630973445262425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you_22.html' title='THANK YOU (:'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-5847215605669666722</id><published>2008-05-19T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:12:33.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatic.</title><content type='html'>what gives in being a nice guy? many might not know, well some already know what happened today. and i dun really wanna talk abt it anymore. well, apart from the number of them in school, ive never really knew what they were like. i dont know if he's being over friendly or otherwise, but im just standing my guard, i dont want a repeat of last week. it kinda spoilt my day but well, wfl today was really good. it was enriching and funny at the same time. sin yee couldnt phrase her words well, and .... they became kinda comical at times. ah... ive been in a depressing mood these few days... why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tv0qZl_Qu84&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tv0qZl_Qu84&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-5847215605669666722?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/5847215605669666722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=5847215605669666722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5847215605669666722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5847215605669666722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/traumatic.html' title='Traumatic.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-6546678751313435568</id><published>2008-05-16T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:12:38.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Champ!</title><content type='html'>good going, i just realised the day before that ive english prelims, in like 8 hours time? i should really get myself a schedule book or something if not i'll forget all my plans. and now here i am studying for my english. well, i hope God pulls me through the exams (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, i surrender all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-6546678751313435568?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/6546678751313435568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=6546678751313435568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6546678751313435568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6546678751313435568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/champ.html' title='Champ!'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4402348217875399001</id><published>2008-05-13T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:54.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridges.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SCmfIVwtiRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VND6P53Wz3U/s1600-h/bridge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SCmfIVwtiRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VND6P53Wz3U/s400/bridge1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199862210405173522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, here's what i've learn today. being a bridge of god's word. i think this analogy is extremely accurate. but currently, i dont think i can be this perfect bridge as shown by the nice one above yet, i still need to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SCmfJFwtiSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/64PoI5pw26k/s1600-h/hfp_ori_thasossunset1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SCmfJFwtiSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/64PoI5pw26k/s400/hfp_ori_thasossunset1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199862223290075426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well, think of the BEAUTIFUL sunrise as God's grace, and the thingy sticking out is a broken bridge. i guess that's what happens when we dont believe and have little faith and act differently outside. ..... okay, ive encountered a blockade in my mind, and i cant really post an expository speech, but please feel free to infer and tag if you can speak my mind (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong - I Give You My Heart&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uqBxizNZJ4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uqBxizNZJ4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delirious? - Rain Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/54L_OWKsLBs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/54L_OWKsLBs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4402348217875399001?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4402348217875399001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4402348217875399001' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4402348217875399001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4402348217875399001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/bridges.html' title='Bridges.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SCmfIVwtiRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VND6P53Wz3U/s72-c/bridge1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4101986056112526429</id><published>2008-05-11T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:19:59.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore Throat totally spoilt my day.</title><content type='html'>ah crap, i HATE being sick. worship sucked for me as i didnt sing with all i had due to my illness and it made me feel very weak throughout saturday. then there was games after service which was quite fun but i couldnt talk much. we lost by a SMALL margin, like 1 point ): and then after that was back to cards. i daresay that my voice was super crappy and i sounded like some spoilt tape recorder. somehow i just wanna skip school on monday, i dont feel well ):&lt;br /&gt;oh and the worst part, i was walking home, then this guy from mos burger waved at me. TWICE, and he had that really paedophilic smile, i wanted to vomit. and he was wearing lipstick... it would totally be fine if it was a girl, but it was a man with lipstick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crap, i made a gay wave at me ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4101986056112526429?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4101986056112526429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4101986056112526429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4101986056112526429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4101986056112526429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/sore-throat-totally-spoilt-my-day.html' title='Sore Throat totally spoilt my day.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-2644467402648621283</id><published>2008-05-10T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:30:44.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICKKKKKKZZ</title><content type='html'>oh man, im sick, as in seriously (though im sick of school as well..) my throat has been hurting like mad, and i dunno what else i might have. anw, a miracle occured, for my hcl letter writing, for the first time in 4 years i got a 14.5/20, seeing the improvement, i really wanna thank god and my teacher )to a certain extent). well, im just happy there's improvement. and there's service tmr, i cant wait! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i cant go remedial, should i......&lt;br /&gt;basketball?&lt;br /&gt;swimming?&lt;br /&gt;running?&lt;br /&gt;gym?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh well... we'll see how(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've been doubting myself.. but today, i shall crush this ideology&lt;br /&gt;I WILL hit 40m for javelin by nationals.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL see that CHS reaches 7.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL hit 12.5m for shotput by nationals.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL improve more for my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL continue to mature in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL ignore all persecution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay, goodnight(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3688037964077934687-2644467402648621283?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/2644467402648621283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=2644467402648621283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2644467402648621283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2644467402648621283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/sickkkkkkzz.html' title='SICKKKKKKZZ'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-1898766112377654231</id><published>2008-05-08T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:42:05.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest.</title><content type='html'>there comes a time when one needs to relax, and for the first time today, it felt real.&lt;br /&gt;i went swimming with ric and daniel after eating with reynard, just by touching the cool water took off one huge load off my shoulders.  i'm glad i went XD&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once im not gonna study tonight (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-1898766112377654231?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/1898766112377654231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=1898766112377654231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1898766112377654231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1898766112377654231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/rest.html' title='Rest.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4844985636817142069</id><published>2008-05-07T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:04:58.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you for the cool weather the past 2 days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you for the strength you've given to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you for the people around me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you for speaking to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, Thank you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4844985636817142069?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4844985636817142069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4844985636817142069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4844985636817142069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4844985636817142069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank You..'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-2803725917696051522</id><published>2008-05-06T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:47:45.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipod Mini</title><content type='html'>someone please tell me why my ipod constantly crashes on me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-2803725917696051522?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/2803725917696051522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=2803725917696051522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2803725917696051522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2803725917696051522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/ipod-mini.html' title='Ipod Mini'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4712416583543717992</id><published>2008-05-05T19:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:55.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By name or by faith?</title><content type='html'>Healer - Planetshakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rsnC6gPG3YU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rsnC6gPG3YU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how many times has God been there for me?", countless, with his infinite presence i seem to find strength. he's everywhere, through darkness and light. but why do i find it so hard to even change more for Christ? has my journey in changing to a end times Christian come to a halt? i constantly fail this task he has put in front of me - being the voice. my fear hinders my competence, the fear of persecution, i mean, im willing to serve with all my heart, but this willpower is being doused by the blanket of fear. when i see sheer numbers, my faith dwindles, my incapability grows, i really hope that God would send that light one more time, and this time i'll accept it with an open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SB7wcxfuXqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/u7Vzb0R4ETQ/s1600-h/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SB7wcxfuXqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/u7Vzb0R4ETQ/s400/cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196855397145534114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's this light we find so hard to see? must the apocalypse come before we believe the reality of his love? Lord... open my spiritual eyes, open everyone's, shatter their hearts like how you shattered mine, my body's your vessel, fill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;okay here's what we did on sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated aaron's bdae after service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SB7yRhfuXrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QjdbJlsENis/s1600-h/daniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SB7yRhfuXrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QjdbJlsENis/s400/daniel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196857402895261362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daniel made his statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SB7yRxfuXsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qUSU2ImZVak/s1600-h/IMG_2844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SB7yRxfuXsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qUSU2ImZVak/s400/IMG_2844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196857407190228674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we prayed for aaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the grp photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SB7ySBfuXtI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VJo-jnMA9z8/s1600-h/IMG_2848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SB7ySBfuXtI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VJo-jnMA9z8/s400/IMG_2848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196857411485195986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SB7zkRfuXuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hBgUvNmACo8/s1600-h/IMG_2849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SB7zkRfuXuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hBgUvNmACo8/s400/IMG_2849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196858824529436386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SB7zkhfuXvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/E7uQct173-k/s1600-h/IMG_2850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SB7zkhfuXvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/E7uQct173-k/s400/IMG_2850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196858828824403698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4712416583543717992?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4712416583543717992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4712416583543717992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4712416583543717992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4712416583543717992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/by-name-or-by-faith.html' title='By name or by faith?'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SB7wcxfuXqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/u7Vzb0R4ETQ/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-8615662211333502351</id><published>2008-05-04T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:15:10.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, time to flashback</title><content type='html'>as usual i went for svc ytd and followed by meeting. well, i kinda learnt alot from the meeting. well, that meeting spurred me on to strive to become a leader, well, thats means CHS would need to grow (: also, God spoke to me, saying "to be a leader, you must first see the importance of being a leader as how i see it and not want to be a leader due to personal gain" i hope that i can grow in that way XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh.... im totally addicted to spades now, due to overplaying after svc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-8615662211333502351?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/8615662211333502351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=8615662211333502351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/8615662211333502351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/8615662211333502351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-time-to-flashback.html' title='Okay, time to flashback'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-3623278374708864066</id><published>2008-05-04T12:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:49:36.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Point?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the school tells us prelims in june and eats up our entire june holidays by starting the exams on the 3rd week, and warn us not to enjoy the holidays, and then next thing we know, we get slapped hard on the back with mock exam papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CONSTANTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; might as well they tell us exams start from like end of april to end of june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's digress for a while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a day fixed by law or custom on which ordinary business is suspended in commemoration of some event or in honor of some person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;any day of exemption from work (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;distinguished from &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=working%20day" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;working day&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a time or period of exemption from any requirement, duty, assessment, etc.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;New businesses may be granted a one-year tax holiday. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a religious feast day; holy day, esp. any of several usually commemorative holy days observed in Judaism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="var"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes, &lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;holidays.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="labset"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Chiefly British&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a period of cessation from work or one of recreation; vacation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;an unintentional gap left on a plated, coated, or painted surface. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="pg"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;–adjective  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of or pertaining to a festival; festive; joyous: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a holiday mood. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;suitable for a holiday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;holiday attire. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="pg"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;–verb (used without object)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Chiefly British&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to vacation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to holiday at the seaside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please tell me if my school and even comprehend such a simple word they use? apparently not, to them holidays are for countless remedials and the continuous thrashing of our minds with incoherent popups of mock exams. crescents like the top sch and they dont even adopt our schedule, so what does having 3 prelims mean? they stick with their still childlike innocence of "more exams = more prepared" that is totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;passe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; . they just push us with the ideology of study hard... labour isnt everything in reality, work hard can only get us that far, so why not they let us use our brains for? our intellect! studying smart is also another integral factor of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, they turn a blind eye.. and also, physicality is practically useless in the examination halls, its not like we'll freeze to death or anything.. train our brains and not our endurance, we already have a croos country team for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach said, concept determines attitude which determines behaviour, yet, almost nonchalantly, the school jumps to the last step, the final lap. we soon adopt the zombie study technique and mug for nuts. i have never and i repeat never seen them emphasizing the reason for the correct attitude to study nor the concept to doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayk i can admit they've done stuff to motivate us, only in the last year. so what happened to the previous 3 years? we've spent time honing the attribute of most enduring student and obtaining the wrong attitude towards study. if intensifying the work standards every year, i sincerely doubt that the primary school students who come to CHS in a few years time would survive. 10bucks say that they would rather take a step back in time and suffer in building up singapore into a strong economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in no good mood to post about yesterday, i shall save it for later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-3623278374708864066?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/3623278374708864066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=3623278374708864066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3623278374708864066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3623278374708864066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-point.html' title='What&apos;s The Point?'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4196171014301952867</id><published>2008-05-01T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:36:52.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day</title><content type='html'>XD i bought my shirt today, didnt get the levi's one though, i got an esprit one instead. and i tried on the skinny jeans at topman and im super traumatised from wearing it. let's just say i finally know how axl rose can sing so high =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4196171014301952867?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4196171014301952867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4196171014301952867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4196171014301952867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4196171014301952867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/05/labour-day.html' title='Labour Day'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4599933173116584571</id><published>2008-04-30T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:29:05.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>oh no... dropped  to 10th place for all comer's meet ): i need to improve..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4599933173116584571?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4599933173116584571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4599933173116584571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4599933173116584571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4599933173116584571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-3627248970949160864</id><published>2008-04-29T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:00:44.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyebags....</title><content type='html'>crapzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, ive got eyebags, lack of slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Ashamed - Hillsong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-llcxYwzsI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-llcxYwzsI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen some really cool nike and levi's shirt one in j8 and the other at ps, which one?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-3627248970949160864?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/3627248970949160864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=3627248970949160864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3627248970949160864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3627248970949160864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/eyebags.html' title='Eyebags....'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4102664491421987849</id><published>2008-04-28T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:39:54.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOCUS!</title><content type='html'>haha, sense the irony in my title and what im doing, it's apparent i cant focus ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What The World Will Never Take - Hillsong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5S69RGuXDZI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5S69RGuXDZI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw this is to those who's feeling really dead from the exams and everything(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-18449" class="sup"&gt;Isaiah 40 : 28-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;/span&gt; Do you not know?&lt;br /&gt;       Have you not heard?&lt;br /&gt;       The LORD is the everlasting God,&lt;br /&gt;       the Creator of the ends of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;       He will not grow tired or weary,&lt;br /&gt;       and his understanding no one can fathom. &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18450" class="sup"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt; He gives strength to the weary&lt;br /&gt;       and increases the power of the weak. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18451" class="sup"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; Even youths grow tired and weary,&lt;br /&gt;       and young men stumble and fall; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18452" class="sup"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt; but those who hope in the LORD&lt;br /&gt;       will renew their strength.&lt;br /&gt;       They will soar on wings like eagles;&lt;br /&gt;       they will run and not grow weary,&lt;br /&gt;       they will walk and not be faint.&lt;/p&gt;you're the best thing that has happened to me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4102664491421987849?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4102664491421987849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4102664491421987849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4102664491421987849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4102664491421987849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/focus.html' title='FOCUS!'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-8438508843250807919</id><published>2008-04-27T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:09:09.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>i've been really forgetful these few days ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, here's a random thought, i love central D (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks to ytd's stuff i felt so leppppaaaaakkkk (chill), not as stressed as the days before&lt;br /&gt;and so after service was makan, meeting then makan again, haha and had a very tense a**hole tai ti with a few people in which i made a stupid bet as my cards were very lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-8438508843250807919?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/8438508843250807919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=8438508843250807919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/8438508843250807919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/8438508843250807919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/tt.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-1675696680875643790</id><published>2008-04-25T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:35:00.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballistic.</title><content type='html'>anw today's chinese paper totally sucked, it was super hard and not to mention it lasted a long 4 hours, followed by another 2 hours of math.... gosh, im super exhausted, and there's still remedials tmr ): im just looking forward to service tmr, tts my great escape XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNKY Guitar solo (:&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9cqW-WU5Usk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9cqW-WU5Usk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't really been doing my QT well, i shall try to do it tmr after cg08 meeting (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-1675696680875643790?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/1675696680875643790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=1675696680875643790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1675696680875643790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1675696680875643790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/ballistic.html' title='Ballistic.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-3124390097662037430</id><published>2008-04-24T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:21:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut.</title><content type='html'>anw, haircheck's next week and i wanna get my haircut as well, i wont consider it extremely long (only relative) but its already phenomenal sin in school already that i can see some teachers even pulling out scissors and shavers. ): i want my hair to grow more but well, rules are rules and i'll have to cut..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-8783821137855222634</id><published>2008-04-24T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:00:12.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Some people wear Superman's pyjamas but Superman wears Chuck Norris's pyjamas"</title><content type='html'>haha, read this really lame joke on a magazine&lt;br /&gt;here's more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young businessman had just started his own firm.&lt;br /&gt;He had just rented a beautiful office and had it furnished with antiques.&lt;br /&gt;He saw a man come into the outer office.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to appear the hot shot, the businessman picked up the phone and started to pretend he had a big deal working.&lt;br /&gt;He threw huge figures around and made giant commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he hung up and asked the visitor, "Can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I''ve come to activate your phone lines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is walking on the beach when he trips over a lamp. A few seconds later, a&lt;br /&gt;genie pops out and says, "I’m required to grant three wishes, but since you did&lt;br /&gt;not treat my lamp with respect, I will give twice what you get to the person you&lt;br /&gt;hate most—your boss."&lt;br /&gt;The man agrees and makes his first wish: "I want lots of money." Instantly $20&lt;br /&gt;million appears in bags on the beach, and $40 million appears in his boss’&lt;br /&gt;bank account.&lt;br /&gt;Next the man asks for an incredible sports car. Instantly a Lamborghini appears,&lt;br /&gt;and at the same moment, two show up outside his boss’ house.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the genie says, "You have but one wish left; you should choose carefully."&lt;br /&gt;The man says, "Well, I’ve always wanted to donate a kidney."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question : What Is The True-est Definition Of Globalization ? :D&lt;br /&gt;Answer : Princess Diana's Death .&lt;br /&gt;Question : Why ?&lt;br /&gt;Answer : An English Princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French Tunnel .&lt;br /&gt;driving a German car with a Dutch engine driven by a Belgian who was drunk on&lt;br /&gt;Scottish whisky , followed closely by an Italian paparazzi .&lt;br /&gt;on Japanese motercycles ; treated by an American doctor , using Brazilian medicines .&lt;br /&gt;this is posted by an American , using Bill Gates technology .&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you're probably reading this on your computer that uses Taiwanese chips .&lt;br /&gt;and a Korean monitor , assembled by a Bangladeshi worker in a Singapore plant .&lt;br /&gt;transported by Indian lorry driver , hiijacked by Indonesians.&lt;br /&gt;unloaded by Sicilian longshoreman , trucked to you by Mexican illegals .&lt;br /&gt;That , My Friends , Is Globalization :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Upon A Time .&lt;br /&gt;there was a tourist in the Arizona desert and desides to ride a camel!&lt;br /&gt;So he gets to the training &amp; the trainer guy said :&lt;br /&gt;" To make the camel go , say "wow."&lt;br /&gt;" To make the camel go faster , say "wow wow ."&lt;br /&gt;" To make the camel stop , say " Amen :D "&lt;br /&gt;So he gets on the camel &amp; says " Wow ".&lt;br /&gt;Then he gets a little more comfortable &amp; says " Wow Wow ."&lt;br /&gt;So he is going for a pretty long time &amp; all of a sudden , they came to a huge cliff !&lt;br /&gt;The man then forgets how to stop so he says :&lt;br /&gt;"Oh No ! How do you make this stupid camel stop ?!"&lt;br /&gt;So he starts to say a prayer do God would help him &amp; once he said Amen .&lt;br /&gt;The camel stops right at the edge of the cliff ! :D&lt;br /&gt;The man looks down from a pretty far distance &amp; says " WOW ! " -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to studying (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-8783821137855222634?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/8783821137855222634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=8783821137855222634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/8783821137855222634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/8783821137855222634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-people-wear-supermans-pyjamas-but.html' title='&quot;Some people wear Superman&apos;s pyjamas but Superman wears Chuck Norris&apos;s pyjamas&quot;'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-6082964517602499037</id><published>2008-04-22T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:55.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeeeeeeeep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SA3-BxfuXoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1iivT7vjLOg/s1600-h/Homer-Sleep1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SA3-BxfuXoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1iivT7vjLOg/s400/Homer-Sleep1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192085251847773826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ive got so much to study and i dunno where to start, hw is piling up and ive tons of tests, and this deprives me of my much wanted sleep.  and deprivation of sleep drives me nuts, i feel like a panda now ): and i haven't had the liberty to sleep before the clock strikes midnight.. owls are like gonna become my friends ):&lt;br /&gt;i wanna like just pop one or two sleeping pills in my mouth and sleep for an entire day with aircon on. heh, even this is now a fantasy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note though that the 2nd last sentence is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a suicide note! i still love life come what challenges (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-6082964517602499037?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/6082964517602499037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=6082964517602499037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6082964517602499037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6082964517602499037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/sleeeeeeeeep.html' title='sleeeeeeeeep.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SA3-BxfuXoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1iivT7vjLOg/s72-c/Homer-Sleep1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4309120329558230016</id><published>2008-04-21T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:56.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>landscape</title><content type='html'>i know im not exactly an environmentalist, but i have a heart for the environment. as i sit here, i feeling like im burning up, my house is super stuffy and i seldom on the aircon. it wastes so much electricity. look back 8 years ago, the temperature range was like 23-26 and now its like 25-32, stupid global warming and house fires. even my fan at the highest speed is still rendering me sweating like a pig. oh man, if only people were more concerned about the environment and stop burning trees, smoking, cutting trees, and remember to service their cars to its sick emission of the black smoke. ): , i really want a reduction in heat in Singapore, the weather sucks so bad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SAyYVvbwEpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PCDv2HNpEjU/s1600-h/GNOME-GreenLandscape_1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SAyYVvbwEpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PCDv2HNpEjU/s320/GNOME-GreenLandscape_1600x1200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191691969728877202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord help the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;here's a random thought (:&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, hillsongs coming on 24th may and i so wanna go!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3688037964077934687-4309120329558230016?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4309120329558230016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4309120329558230016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4309120329558230016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4309120329558230016'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;fasting forward to service, worship was THE BEST. since coming back from the concert, ive been singing the song "majesty" by planetshakers, and guess what, the church band played the song... and some of us went like OH YEA OH YEA OH YEA and taunted some peoplewho didnt go the concert =P well, here's the song (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4FFc1IgHvZ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4FFc1IgHvZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during sermon, i was so glad i didnt sit beside rick and i guess weijie knew why, he got "violated" hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yesterday was cool (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-5224767416217574309</id><published>2008-04-17T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:58:41.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 8!</title><content type='html'>oh man, competitions finally here. okay, its this sunday all the way at ITE Simei which is like super far. near the planet shakers concert area, just that instead of worshipping God, i'll be stuck under the hot sun throwing shutput and javelin. i hope i get top 8 for both XD. and ive no hw left (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-5224767416217574309?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/5224767416217574309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=5224767416217574309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5224767416217574309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5224767416217574309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/top-8.html' title='Top 8!'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4214012843365587818</id><published>2008-04-15T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:56.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT noob</title><content type='html'>i feel like an IT retard, i even have difficulty switching my blogskin which im quite bored of already. this new one i wanna change to is really cool and soothing, and 100% not emo (blackredblackredblackred) .anw i left sch halfway today cuz i wasnt feeling of sorts and i was exhausted. so i studied at home and slept and then prepared for teaching during caregroup. i managed to absorb some stuff during my selfstudy and finish my chinese zuowen. and i felt so rejuvenated after sleeping. and off to cg i went. teaching was quite okay except for the slurs i encountered and a little mental block. well, God helped me through XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess only the people in cd6 know my new fetish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SATPkgH0fNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4cRr-_8sVMA/s1600-h/doughnuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SATPkgH0fNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4cRr-_8sVMA/s320/doughnuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189500896642628818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, ive  been eating these giant rings of dough the past few weeks on saturdays. ):&lt;br /&gt;anw, ive got a prayer request, i wanna pray that i can be less of an IT noob (:&lt;br /&gt;okay goodnight people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4214012843365587818?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4214012843365587818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4214012843365587818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4214012843365587818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4214012843365587818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-noob.html' title='IT noob'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/SATPkgH0fNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4cRr-_8sVMA/s72-c/doughnuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-612635662853022323</id><published>2008-04-14T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:26:34.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jian3 Bao4</title><content type='html'>i feel so happy, i completed chinese hw for the first time without really complaining much, usually i would contemplate on how much i hate chinese, but today, i prayed to God to ask him to help me through jian3 bao4, which i think i managed to write something XD , anw im starting to cope better in school already, at least i dont have hat much piling up on me. i hope i can keep this focus (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I Am To Worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ERnX1ezh5c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ERnX1ezh5c&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Great Is Our God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ud0kaWLHEd4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ud0kaWLHEd4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All For Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ao4WGVpw40E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ao4WGVpw40E&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty To Save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXCAhKDZRlo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXCAhKDZRlo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feels like planetshakers all over again, i wanna go to another one of this kinda concerts again (: and i heard from cheng howe that hillsongs are coming, well i hope they do XD&lt;br /&gt;and now, ive gotta focus more on church stuff, ive not really given my all as of yet, i need to learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-612635662853022323?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/612635662853022323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=612635662853022323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/612635662853022323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/612635662853022323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/jian3-bao4.html' title='Jian3 Bao4'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-6003886499323923156</id><published>2008-04-11T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:05:08.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planetshakers + Tim Huhges + Prayer Meet</title><content type='html'>oh man, ytd's performance at expo was awesome!! planetshakers were really good, though we dont get much exposure to their songs but i recognized most of them XD anyway, tim huhges was cool too, with all the acoustic songs. the guitarist used a fender telecaster and i kept whining on how much i wanted it ): and also, their drummer, mike webber is really skilled and he drums really really well. so let's see who came, me aaron cleon jonathan xiang yu alvern jing wen natalie li zhen and one whose name i dunno, hahaha i feel so rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, today's prayer meet was quite productive and could see that God really spoke to some of us there. i got one word from him today, RACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its arduous to explain, who wants to know can just ask me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-6003886499323923156?l=belieff.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-2229138865080032615</id><published>2008-04-09T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:11:34.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100.</title><content type='html'>i hate sch to the max. esp chinese. its not that i dont do my work, i cant find the time for it. and ldw has to go sms my mum and start whining, MY GOSH, STOP WHINING, how old are you already? 50??? its not like he even cares abt our results, he just wants his salary to rise if we do well. and well, cheers to our principal, we can see most of the sec4s have one step in their graves already... student welfare??? more like foreign takeover... i dont see the need for us to be continually bombarded by so much. our time for rest is alr eaten by our urgency to study and do hw. and people like ldw have the cheek to say we're lazy. GET A LIFE, you just need to tick or cross, we have to COMPREHEND. lets do the math shall we? morning's remedial + sch curriculum + cca/remedial leaves us ending sch at 5-6. assuming we have to eat + bathe everything tt would be 1 hr. so what are we doing from 7am - 5pm? STUDY... recess is absolutely useless. so for 10 hrs we study, i dont even get the decency of resting for a short period of time as we have dumb tests the next day and some cool teacher who really loves contacting parents wants us to finish hw. this is a sick chinese takeover. he says chinese aint important, and the other hand, he and his minions take up 3/5 of the morning remedials, talk about controversy.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really feel that i cant cope anymore. training, guitar, church and studies, its stressful to even prioritize. i just want a normal life, not one where academic reigns supreme. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD REIGNS SUPREME IN MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;check out this web(:&lt;br /&gt;www.jesus.youaremighty.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&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/3688037964077934687-2229138865080032615?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/2229138865080032615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=2229138865080032615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2229138865080032615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2229138865080032615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/100.html' title='100.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-433713680956536413</id><published>2008-04-08T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:58.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CD4 + CD6</title><content type='html'>had combined CG after school today where we did some really mad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R_twNpcov2I/AAAAAAAAANg/MrcOBbIiLxk/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R_twNpcov2I/AAAAAAAAANg/MrcOBbIiLxk/s320/DSC00661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186862775613833058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R_twNZcov1I/AAAAAAAAANY/UbfxjESZIQg/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R_twNZcov1I/AAAAAAAAANY/UbfxjESZIQg/s320/DSC00662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186862771318865746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we dressed weijie and clarence into newspapers and made then jump like clowns. played other really weird stuff like blowing balls across lines. well, we won and here's the forfeit XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R_twOJcov3I/AAAAAAAAANo/iCT6mBkcHP4/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R_twOJcov3I/AAAAAAAAANo/iCT6mBkcHP4/s320/DSC00663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186862784203767666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mixing raw sugar cubes with corn flour. they had to pick out sugars cubes from the mixture and here's their pics(: how unglam, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R_twOpcov4I/AAAAAAAAANw/ChqQ0NW5lpE/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R_twOpcov4I/AAAAAAAAANw/ChqQ0NW5lpE/s320/DSC00668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186862792793702274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kwan shyan and ric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R_twO5cov5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/os7hjzlNoDY/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R_twO5cov5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/os7hjzlNoDY/s320/DSC00667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186862797088669586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R_txdJcov6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/SZ0Mq1r7rYY/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R_txdJcov6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/SZ0Mq1r7rYY/s320/DSC00670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186864141413433250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and their group, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have pics for the blowing one so i cant post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-433713680956536413?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/433713680956536413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=433713680956536413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/433713680956536413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/433713680956536413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/cd4-cd6.html' title='CD4 + CD6'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R_twNpcov2I/AAAAAAAAANg/MrcOBbIiLxk/s72-c/DSC00661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-459594437470914491</id><published>2008-04-06T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:58:56.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And grace amazing takes me home..</title><content type='html'>this was quite a fruitful week, i managed to complete most of the stuff i wanted to do. just that i haven't completed transferring sermon notes to my yellow notebook yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashback to Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service was really awesome. God spoke to me during worship, and i cried. its been a while since I've felt like that so i really thank God for coming back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHv7fnw5_rE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHv7fnw5_rE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme post the lyrics too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong - Till I See You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;The greatest love that anyone could ever know&lt;br /&gt;That overcame the cross and grave to find my soul&lt;br /&gt;And 'til I see You face to face and grace amazing takes me home&lt;br /&gt;I'll trust in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all I am I'll live to see Your kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart I pray You'd let Your will be done&lt;br /&gt;And 'til I see You face to face and grace amazing takes me home&lt;br /&gt;I'll trust in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will live to love You&lt;br /&gt;I will live to bring You praise&lt;br /&gt;I will live a child in awe of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the voice that calls the universe to be&lt;br /&gt;You are the whisper in my heart that speaks to me&lt;br /&gt;And 'til I see You face to face and grace amazing takes me home&lt;br /&gt;I'll trust in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; You alone are God of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; You alone are worthy Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; And with all I am my soul will bless Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i guess this song shall be my new fad now, excluding alvern's craze for my specs. anw, i brought my specs to service too for alvern to do as a forfeit for losing some bible game my ric and him played. he ended up enjoying it.... after service, he went to flaunt it to the girls. and then jing wen ren ting and li zhen took turns to put on. li zhen really made a good impresonation of some really old woman.  too bad i couldn't get the picture. oh well, maybe at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;word for life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tmr or at prayer meet XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to Sunday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;met people from ca and cd. played some really old games before i went to study with alvern. cleo and another girl who's name i forgot came to study with us. and then we went home. what a conducive day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Supply - Making Love Out Of Nothing At All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lE6Htee0sA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lE6Htee0sA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Supply's really nice nowadays, and they're coming on the 21st june. which is like 1 day after prelim 2! i so wanna go, who wants to go with me??? (ah who am i kidding, oldies are cliche, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw ive tix for planet shakers this thurs, who wants to go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-459594437470914491?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/459594437470914491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=459594437470914491' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/459594437470914491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/459594437470914491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-grace-amazing-takes-me-home.html' title='And grace amazing takes me home..'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-3442100898504739160</id><published>2008-04-05T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:14:23.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed (:</title><content type='html'>ytd was a really cool day. i managed to write much more than usual for my chinese essay and i did not really screw up that bad like i thought i would (: and also, when i went for floorball, it was seriously dark at leng kee CC which meant heavy rain, well, we all prayed and it didnt rain at all thank god (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still hate my chinese tuition =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-3442100898504739160?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/3442100898504739160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=3442100898504739160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3442100898504739160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3442100898504739160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/blessed.html' title='Blessed (:'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-2599179891746961268</id><published>2008-04-01T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:48:42.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Breaking news! Dr. George Clooney has finally found a cure for one of the world’s deadliest killers – Cancer. Here is his first patient to receive the cure, Nathaniel Seow.&lt;br /&gt; “Blink”, I pushed down the ‘off’ button of the remote control, shedding tears of relief whilst doing so. Amidst the warm beams that embraced my body, I felt alive. Gone were the days were I sat on the hospital bed, knees against my chest, praying desperately for a cure.&lt;br /&gt;  This battle for survival had been and exhausting one, a hard fought war between men and his nemesis. Every passing day made me feel worthless, with people coming non-stop to my ward, offering words of encouragement, commiserating with my plight while others hurled derogatory comments at me. All of the doctors saw the hopelessness of my situation; after all, cancer was an arcane matter to them. All but one man gave up on me - Dr Clooney. Nobody wheedled him into giving his all to cure me. &lt;br /&gt; His devotion towards my case gave him much unwanted criticism.  Doctors around the world animadvert at length upon his belief of being able to cure cancer. However, the innuendo further fueled his determination to search for a cure. He worked hard day and night, hoping to find even the slightest fragment of clues as to opening Pandora’s box or at least try to assuage my pain. He did not want to see me die without him giving try.&lt;br /&gt; That cure for cancer was that elixir of life all doctors had been hoping to find. It contained the very key to enhancing the survival of mankind. Dr Clooney had made the other doctors eat their own words.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cancer took away my all. The acculturation of this fatal being in my body meant judgment day had finally arrived for me. My family, my job, I could see all of them dissipating right in front of me. My will faded like a dying flame, unable to sustain fire much longer. That fire was Life. As the days passed, the feeling of death got stronger. I felt weak all over. The pain of losing my loved ones permeated my heart like a thousand needles. The pain was excruciating. I did not want my life to end this way. I had everything I wanted in my life, a loving family, a beautiful wife and a stable income. Yet, cancer was going to take away all these. The gift of existence from God was a controversial one. In life, we can have all we want, decide how we live it. Yet, we have minimal power as to decide how or when we want it to end. I did not ask for cancer but yet all I could see was death enveloping me. As the saying goes, “all good things come to an end.” That is a cliché, something in which I do not need. Just when all hope seemed lost, He pulled me out of decadence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dr Clooney restored my life to normal. With his findings I was able to return to the man I once was. It was hard to believe that an eighty-one year old man was the first one to unveil the complexities or cancer and conquer it. He was not a shriveled up old man, he was a medical Spartan, and a saviour at that. He gave me back my life and everything that came with it. &lt;br /&gt; Upon hearing the good news, I gave him a bear hug, trying to dam the torrent of tears that threatened to flow down my eyes. I was alive again.&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you Dr Clooney.”&lt;br /&gt;“No, Thank you Nathaniel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this essay kinda sucks cuz there's like not much plotting and its super short, well im posting it here anyway =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-2599179891746961268?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/2599179891746961268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=2599179891746961268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2599179891746961268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2599179891746961268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/04/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-1005248117493820841</id><published>2008-03-31T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:39:26.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(: Postponed</title><content type='html'>oh yea! chinese test has been postponed, i really thank god, cuz im like so nervous abt the test, i guess he gave me a few more days to study for it =D&lt;br /&gt;and we had our impromptu 2.4km run and we're all like going "WHAT???!?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;but i managed to run 10min 15s XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-1005248117493820841?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/1005248117493820841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=1005248117493820841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1005248117493820841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1005248117493820841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/postponed.html' title='(: Postponed'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-6750201737784558728</id><published>2008-03-30T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:36:53.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Complete Personal Profile.</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how much colours can do in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;ou are constantly hoping that your good fellowship and attitude and your 'love for your fellow man (or women)' will give you peace of mind. You need people - people around you to care for you and to show you that they care. It is this hope that keeps you going, the hope that makes you the type of person that indeed you are. Your own need for approval seemingly makes you always ready to help others and in exchange you seek love, warmth and understanding. You will always listen to others and you are open to new ideas which hopefully will prove fruitful and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like the better things in life. You are sensuous and emotional. You are a follower of the Arts and you seek an environment that will give you the fulfilment to the senses that you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to be going right for you and you are thwarted every way you turn. You are not at all happy with the situation but it would appear that there is very little that you can do about it at this time. Sit back and let the situation take its course, because at this time you feel that there is nothing you can do to change whatever needs to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are being unduly influenced by the situation that is all around you. You do not like the feeling of loneliness and whatever it is that seems to separate you from others. You know that life can be wonderful and you are anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to live it to the full. You therefore resent any restriction or limitations that are being imposed on you and you insist on going it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did the colourgenics test and found that its kinda true, whoever's reading this should try it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/index.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-6750201737784558728?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/6750201737784558728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=6750201737784558728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6750201737784558728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6750201737784558728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-complete-personal-profile.html' title='My Complete Personal Profile.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-1905087109017437268</id><published>2008-03-30T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:52:38.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUILTY, VERY GUILTY</title><content type='html'>i didnt study much, only like 2 hr plus where i spent the rest of my day playing bball or guitar. i feel so guilty guilty guilty. and there's like this chinese zuo wen test i have tmr ): guess i really need to stay away from home and study till i finish my stuff then go home. alvern the rural man lives too far from urbanization, study friend's busy preparing for her competition and some classmates just wanna go home.... =/ isit THAT good to study at home? i think im weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Plan - Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VzdbLcmXwcY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VzdbLcmXwcY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gosh, this is so punk-rock pri sch =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Creed - My Sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cISUzaa5v8o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cISUzaa5v8o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, gotta try to focus nw&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/3688037964077934687-1905087109017437268?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/1905087109017437268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=1905087109017437268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1905087109017437268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1905087109017437268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/guilty-very-guilty.html' title='GUILTY, VERY GUILTY'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4457127921531455017</id><published>2008-03-30T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:20:56.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End March!</title><content type='html'>its finally end march and one mnth closer to o lvls =(&lt;br /&gt;anw, today wasnt exactly great but it was okay. service went quite well but i keep getting hungry towards the end of it. after that, eating at meridien, christopher and ren ting scared me with some roasted peanut, telling me its hamster crap, guess what? i believed it... =.= and after tt we had unit meeting where ric and weijie did forfeit, i'll see if i can get the videos (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4457127921531455017?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4457127921531455017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4457127921531455017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4457127921531455017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4457127921531455017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/end-march.html' title='End March!'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-1657669790903301749</id><published>2008-03-27T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:32:45.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Night.</title><content type='html'>I see the hopelessness of Noel winning the house championship. We're currently 3rd as of 26th march. guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new cheers - NONE&lt;br /&gt;cheering equipment - NONE&lt;br /&gt;practice - NONE&lt;br /&gt;meeting - NONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the teachers never even organise meeting nor make any stuff to cheer. worst part of all, i get to be that very clown that stands in front leading the entire house into a cheer that has been there for 3 years and never won us anything. yea, cheering would be my responsibility (maybe because sometimes im very VEGAS)(its a CHS thing), but cant the teachers like help or anth. im not the one with the budget to buy the stuff, they are. oh man, tmr's gonna be really shitty, i just want sports night to be over and do whats after that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, no one told me there was high jump today and i totally missed it, crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, today's prayer meet was really nice, we shared abt worries and some of the personal problems that we had, and it was really nice when they prayed for me, THANKS XD, the bad part is, the journey to and fro is really far and no one lives in the urbanised area ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-1657669790903301749?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/1657669790903301749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=1657669790903301749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1657669790903301749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1657669790903301749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/sports-night.html' title='Sports Night.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-7139846544882108217</id><published>2008-03-24T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:33:29.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting closer..</title><content type='html'>WHOOHOO, i broke P.B again today (: 37.55m, which means im like 2.55m away from my 2008 target which im positive i can reach really really soon (: and another breaking news : prelim 2 is starting in may (: im so sarcastically excited that my pants might even grow long XD , alright, ive to study, goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse McCartney - Because You Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hs0HELcUYUY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hs0HELcUYUY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-7139846544882108217?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/7139846544882108217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=7139846544882108217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7139846544882108217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7139846544882108217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-closer.html' title='Getting closer..'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4671254838935529478</id><published>2008-03-23T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:42:29.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Lord, guide me through...</title><content type='html'>Hillsong - At The Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3EhdIlWkx8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3EhdIlWkx8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a really powerful song i heard during the easter service, and well, im thankful for God who was ressurrected (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i take my first step next week, be it ACS Barker or CHS, i hope that through me, people will be able to experience God. this'll be my first time trying to spread the word of Christ to others, but im praying that we all will achieve succuess. doing it alone in CHS will also be hard, facing rejection is not one thing im comfortable with. but i know He'll always be there to help and guide me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 1:37 - For with God &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING SHALL BE IMPOSSIBLE!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4671254838935529478?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4671254838935529478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4671254838935529478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4671254838935529478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4671254838935529478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-lord-guide-me-through.html' title='Oh Lord, guide me through...'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-3190619501895804401</id><published>2008-03-23T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:20:55.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BROKE.</title><content type='html'>ive been spending and eating too much these few days, first it was "changing appetites" + swensens ice cream cake on good friday plus fried food ytd.... and the total expenditure was $60+ bucks. T.T i dunno where has all my saving habits gone too.. also,  thanks to the holidays, my momentum for studying has greatly slowed down, and that OBVIOUSLY isnt a good thing, and like im supposed to study nw...  =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like what alvern said, my trance is back again, i should stop................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aerosmith - I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vo_0UXRY_rY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vo_0UXRY_rY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Surrender (:&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/3688037964077934687-3190619501895804401?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/3190619501895804401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=3190619501895804401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3190619501895804401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3190619501895804401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/broke.html' title='BROKE.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-3130965657005055356</id><published>2008-03-20T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:06:10.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D Notebook!</title><content type='html'>yea!!! ive got a notebook now, thanks mom (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Johnson - Cliffs Of Dover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G_C9dLZbsmU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G_C9dLZbsmU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Supply - All Out Of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nG7pJLG2ebo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nG7pJLG2ebo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song's very nice, though the lyrics makes me sound so dejected, well, i like it anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Buble - Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qosgQOw6qQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qosgQOw6qQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna post abt my day, it aint good, hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-3130965657005055356?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/3130965657005055356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=3130965657005055356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3130965657005055356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3130965657005055356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/d-notebook.html' title=':D Notebook!'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4628688711072788032</id><published>2008-03-16T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:15:25.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were there.</title><content type='html'>so i ended up readin my sermon notes. i didnt see the point in doing hw, lerthargy overcame me, and i only found solace in reading the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;God spoke to me during that time. i realised just how many 2nd chances ive got. and the questionable stuff ive done. it's been awhile since he spoke to me, so i found it very heartwarming. i always prayed for him to use me in CH, and i hope that one day, he would answer my prayers. i dont want my life to be just a readthrough like a nursery book, or a phase. i want it to be GREAT, great in GOD. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4628688711072788032?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4628688711072788032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4628688711072788032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4628688711072788032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4628688711072788032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-were-there.html' title='You were there.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-2112771226362401619</id><published>2008-03-16T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T13:11:26.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK (:</title><content type='html'>somehow my body doesnt want me to go back to school (who wants to?).. home seems such a nice place i caught flu + fever.. in which im resting at home right now. come to think of it, im gonna get a huge scolding as ive not finished alot of my hw. and i dont hv any focus to do now. im busy "nursing" myself back to health (hope sitting in front of the computer and doing absolutely nothing counts). oh goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-2112771226362401619?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/2112771226362401619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=2112771226362401619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2112771226362401619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2112771226362401619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick.html' title='SICK (:'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-5316567949666904256</id><published>2008-03-14T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:45:13.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between science and God.</title><content type='html'>I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else. - C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;‘Let me explain the problem science has with Jesus Christ.’ The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.’You’re a Christian, aren’t you, son?”Yes sir,’ the student says.’So you believe in God?”Absolutely.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Is God good?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Sure! God’s good.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Are you good or evil?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The Bible says I’m evil.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor grins knowingly. ‘Aha! The Bible!’ He considers for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Here’s one for you. Let’s say there’s a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes sir, I would.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘So you’re good…!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I wouldn’t say that.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But why not say that? You’d help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn’t.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student does not answer, so the professor continues. ‘He doesn’t, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even&lt;br /&gt;though he prayed to Jesus to heal him How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student remains silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, you can’t, can you?’ the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Let’s start again, young fella. Is God good?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Er… yes,’ the student says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Is Satan good?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student doesn’t hesitate on this one. ‘No.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Then where does Satan come from?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student : ‘From… God…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘That’s right. God made Satan, didn’t he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes, sir.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Evil’s everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything, correct?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘So who created evil?’ The professor continued, ‘If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to&lt;br /&gt;the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without allowing the student to answer, the professor continues: ‘Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible&lt;br /&gt;things, do they exist in this world?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student: ‘Yes.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘So who created them?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. ‘Who created them? There is still no answer. Suddenly the&lt;br /&gt;lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Tell me,’ he continues onto another student. ‘Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student’s voice is confident: ‘Yes, professor, I do.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man stops pacing. ‘Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No sir. I’ve never seen Him’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Then tell us if you’ve ever heard your Jesus?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, sir, I have not.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Have you ever actually felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Christ, or God for that matter?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No, sir, I’m afraid I haven’t.”Yet you still believe in him?”Yes.”According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn’t exist. What do you say to that,&lt;br /&gt;son?”Nothing,’ the student replies. ‘I only have my faith.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes, faith,’ the professor repeats. ‘And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own. ‘Professor, is there such thing as heat?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes,’ the professor replies. ‘There’s heat.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘And is there such a thing as cold?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes, son, there’s cold too.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No sir, there isn’t.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;‘You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we&lt;br /&gt;don’t have anything called ‘cold’. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of&lt;br /&gt;heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes,’ the professor replies without hesitation. ‘What is night if it isn’t darkness?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright&lt;br /&gt;light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have Nothing and it’s called darkness, isn’t it? That’s the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn’t. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. ‘So what point are you making, young man?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor’s face cannot hide his surprise this time. ‘Flawed? Can you explain how?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You are working on the premise of duality,’ the student explains. ‘You argue that there is life and then there’s death; a good&lt;br /&gt;God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.’&lt;br /&gt;The student looks around the room. ‘Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor’s brain?’ The class breaks out into&lt;br /&gt;laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor’s brain, felt the professor’s brain, touched or smelled the professor’s brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir. So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. ‘I guess you’ll have to take them on faith.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,’ the student continues. ‘Now, sir, is there such a thing as&lt;br /&gt;evil?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responds, ‘Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man’s inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this the student replied, ‘Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God.&lt;br /&gt;It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God’s love present in his heart. It’s like the cold&lt;br /&gt;that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read this on centralD's blog and it was a very interesting story, so im posting it here(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-5316567949666904256?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/5316567949666904256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=5316567949666904256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5316567949666904256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5316567949666904256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/difference-between-science-and-god.html' title='The difference between science and God.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-9060254546914991225</id><published>2008-03-14T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:55:14.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light.</title><content type='html'>Xavier was no longer treated as part of the family, not as a son, not even a slave. He felt lower than a dog. Since his father’s death, his life took a turn for the worst. Mother had finally shown her inner demons. With the help of alcohol, his mother turned into one of them, and never failed to brutalize Xavier whenever she saw him. What could Xavier do? He was so weak that he did not even have any energy to run away, lest fight back. She had all the authority she wanted at home, overpowering Xavier like a one-ton truck. All he could do was obey her every whim, hoping not to aggravate her. How he wished that one day, a man clad in bright red trunks with broad muscular shoulders which would make any bodybuilder proud, would come and save him from his despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart cried out loud for help, this immensely powerful voice that only he could hear. Children his age would usually be bathed in the love of caring parents, but the only things he received were a flurry of blows to his body.&lt;br /&gt;“What happened to the good times?” he thought, always questioning why his mother always beat him up. Before Dad’s death, Mother was a woman who glowed with love for her children. It was a thrill every time they went on an outing together. Mother was the mastermind behind the exciting adventure, planning with specific detail of the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He missed the time where they watched the sunset together. The sky, painted with streaks of blue and orange, with the fireball-like sun setting behind the tall tress. The glorious Sun dimmed his light to let the shy Lady Moon step out to take his place. His golden robe faded into the distance to make way for her glowing gown. That was the last he saw of such light, the warm glow this great ball of fire radiated. His ray of hope disappeared like the sunlight; overwhelmed by the blanket of darkness that covered the area. He hated the sun now, for he knew that as long as the demons had control over mum, he could never play in its warm presence.&lt;br /&gt;He always visualized himself as a normal child, able to laugh and play with children in the neighbourhood, bursting out in chirps at even the smallest thing. Such was the beautiful experiences every child should have, the immature laughter, the way everything seemed so simple. All that seemed like a fantasy to him, it was all wishful thinking. Mother always brought him back to reality with an excruciating pounding. He could take no more of the meaningless badgering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, he wanted to grab a knife and plunge it into the depths of her heart, obliterating her from existence, before ending his own life. He knew plainly killing her would be giving her the easy way out. He wanted her to experience the hell he was in now, making her taste the very core of his vengeance. However, there was still that ounce of hesitation and hope. He always prayed that Mother would return to the woman she was before Dad’s death. That was the only thing that stopped him from even lifting up the knife. He hated his guts. Every night, he would pray for strength to overcome this fight for survival, and for the resurrection of his “good” mother. It never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was ten years ago. His schoolteachers finally saved Xavier. His teachers alerted the police who took Mother away after seeing many serious bruises all over his body. Mother never returned to the woman who was filled with love and compassion. She remained a deranged maniac, only that she had no outlet to vent her pent up rage on. Xavier was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m so alive” he thought, as he stands facing the beauty of the never-ending Pacific Ocean. He stares in awe at the hypnotic power of the waves, the power that made him think back of his terrible past. A giant curl begins to take form, and then breaks with a thundering clap as it crashes on the shore. An invisible mist hits his face, moments before white foamy water drowns his feet. He was relieved to have escaped the chains of Mother’s wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he watched the sunrise, he felt rejuvenated. The warm rays of the morning sun caressed his chubby cheeks as the morning breeze tossed his raven-black hair. The splendid sunrise had him spellbound as he watched the rising of the majestic sun amidst the splashes of warm hues of red, orange and yellow. Such was the splendour and grandeur of the sunrise. He could feel warmth coming from inside his body, it was Hope. The light filters through the silhouettes of his dark past, opening his eyes to the promising future that lay ahead for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i realise that all my compos all contain alot of emo stuff. i cant picture myself writing happy stuff, i shoudl try sometime (:&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i still have so much more hw to do (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-9060254546914991225?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/9060254546914991225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=9060254546914991225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/9060254546914991225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/9060254546914991225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/light.html' title='Light.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-1948179571639487966</id><published>2008-03-12T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:01:26.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphosis!</title><content type='html'>okay, today wasnt exactly eventful in the morning due to the HEAVY RAIN which ruined all my plans, for basketball and for training. everywhere was wet. after that, i went home to bathe and set off for Metamorphosis. i couldnt make it in time to support daryl or weijie, so i just came for the performances. it was way high-er than service but it was a really enjoyable worship service. i felt.......spiritually "revived" and now i look forward to this saturday's service. somehow, going out on sat's aint so attractive now, i've found the joy in worshipping Christ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;looking back, at Metamorphosis 06, that was so long ago. the year i backslided (actually early 07) i still remember my reason for backsliding, i think it's very stupid to do that. for all i know, i may be the one leading CG's right nw, doing my part for my church. seeing all the new believers today plus some new faces, i somehow get the feeling i can grow in Central D. the part where we prayed for the leaders really got me to thinking how would i want CD6 to grow. after today, i dont think i'll ever do what i did last yr. i'll pull myself through, somehow... everyone plays a part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 12:12 - The body is a unit, though it is made up of many parts; and though all its parts are many, they form one body. So it is with Christ. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-1948179571639487966?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/1948179571639487966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=1948179571639487966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1948179571639487966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1948179571639487966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/metamorphosis.html' title='Metamorphosis!'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-5369324016277702024</id><published>2008-03-10T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:58.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my cool friend (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey, stop feeling so bad about yourself, and stop feeling so sad. what you're facing now is just a phase and im sure it'll blow over just as quick. dont judge yourself so much. nobody's perfect, noone has the liberty to judge you, so why feel so frustrated? big or small, you're still you, my special friend, OUR special friend and i will do my best in helping you face this problem, your not gonna do this alone, we'll walk alongside you, alongside God. i'll pray for you, and im sure God will answer our prayers, for he's a generous giver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;SO CHEER UP! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176126804646635538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R9VL549XKBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/30Ic3izs0QA/s320/Cheesebob.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-5369324016277702024?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/5369324016277702024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-7132156992307032906</id><published>2008-03-10T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:58.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only been 3 hrs am I'm sick of it....</title><content type='html'>holidays are boring when u keep studying, im really tired and not to mention hungry ... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175940875512391682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R9SizY9XKAI/AAAAAAAAANI/3wjR9Jv_mNw/s320/079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOT BABE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-7132156992307032906?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/7132156992307032906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=7132156992307032906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7132156992307032906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7132156992307032906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-only-been-3-hrs-am-im-sick-of-it.html' title='It&apos;s only been 3 hrs am I&apos;m sick of it....'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R9SizY9XKAI/AAAAAAAAANI/3wjR9Jv_mNw/s72-c/079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-6623406069875203079</id><published>2008-03-09T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:02:33.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Desire</title><content type='html'>One Desire - Hillsong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YE78SQe-cY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YE78SQe-cY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i've lost my temper quite frequently this week. i seem to be losing my control quite easily. will somebody help me? at times when im alone, i try telling myself to calm down, but i end up boiling again. oh dammit i need to find an outlet to vent my "rage" (dont worry, i dont harm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like in the video, i would really wanna see so many people get to know God, esp in Cat High, i hope through me, more people join (: , since im in yhope, i gotta do sth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-6623406069875203079?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/6623406069875203079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=6623406069875203079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6623406069875203079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6623406069875203079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-desire.html' title='One Desire'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-5945918317715795621</id><published>2008-03-06T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:21:35.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tmr's the last day!</title><content type='html'>oh crap, one term has already flown by. and we've like 30 weeks left before o lvl comes? hurray, somehow RJC seems to be running faraway from me! i really need to study even harder (which is very difficult and ive got so much to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*reminder --- there're people worse off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study friend!! when're we studying again??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-5945918317715795621?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/5945918317715795621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=5945918317715795621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5945918317715795621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5945918317715795621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/tmrs-last-day.html' title='Tmr&apos;s the last day!'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-5389468871659237861</id><published>2008-03-04T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:10:51.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS.</title><content type='html'>haha, ive finally finished my "dreams" essay, its a good thing i practiced before my eng exam, i managed to use one of the practice paragraph i did in dreams (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe it’s best you leave me alone, I do not think we should see each other anymore”&lt;br /&gt;“Why not? Is there a third party? Did I do something wrong? I am willing to change, please do not leave me…I really love you”&lt;br /&gt;“I love you too, it’s just…just…having a relationship right now is slowing me down from reaching my goal, my dream.” She said, retracting her soft and fair hands out of mine. She was already on the verge of tears, trying her best not to break down in front of me, showing off her emotional side. I knew that she has a lot of pride and never liked crying in front of anyone, but this choice she made is tearing her apart, either part of this dichotomy would hurt her dearly. I stood rooted to the ground dumbfounded, this breakup was too sudden, I could feel the loud shattering of my heart, and the helpless cry it let out. This was the first time anyone has ever hurt me so bad, emotionally. A huge sea of emotions engulfed me, forcing every bit of air out of my already fatigued body. Feelings of sorrow, regret, helplessness and shock covered me like a dark cloud, blocking out even the smallest ray of light, that ray of hope.&lt;br /&gt;She left just like that, a few sentences and it was over, a relationship that has lasted for over 4 years, going through thick and thin, and yet, it took only a small ambition to mess it all up, to tear us apart. I did not realize the power of dreams till today, the way it could easy alter people’s mindset, the way it made one choose between love and goals. Due to her dream, her lifelong goal, I had to leave the very woman I loved with all my soul. Her dream took away my all, and made me doubt my reason of living.&lt;br /&gt;Mother nature was not helping one bit. In an act of nonchalant “kindness”, she covered the entire sky with dark ominous clouds and sent a curtain of rain beating down from the heavens. Thunder pervaded the sky and released a cacophony of unpleasant noises, seemingly mocking at my plight. Somehow, losing my confidante also caused me to lose my sanity. I hollered at the sky, screaming at the top of my lungs till every bit of energy was drained out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I felt useless, blaming my own inability to even remain with the woman of my dreams. I gave up my all for her only to be turned down in a harsh manner. With a heavy heart, I climbed to the top of the HDB flat nearby. At the corridor, I gazed at the desolate landscape in front of me. It was painted a dull grey, with the sky full of tumultuous, dark, ragged clouds. I closed my eyes, trying to even pick fragments of the beautiful memories we shared.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, check her out! She’s hot!” Justin smirked, with an ecstatic look on his face, urging me to take a look. I turned my head at the instant she stepped into the classroom. The boring atmosphere suddenly lit up as soon as she entered. It felt as if the entire room was suddenly bathed in a golden hue of zest and zeal. "Who is she?" I thought, staring intently at her. I was completely mesmerized by her beauty, the radiant smile of this fresh-faced youth. She looked like an angel, fair complexion, bright sparkling eyes that shone like diamonds and long flowy hair. She was perfect as she was blessed with unparalleled beauty. My heart raced as she slowly made her way to the empty seat beside me. "She, my tablemate? This is too good to be true!" my heart rejoiced, and I could not help thinking I was the luckiest boy in the world. Looks of jealously were etched on each and every boy's face as they looked at me, I grinned cheekily as I stood up to introduce myself to her. In just a matter of weeks, we were the best of friends and following that, lovers.&lt;br /&gt;“Snap out of it! Stop daydreaming!” I told myself, letting out a weak smile. It was ironic, here I am, hating how dreams can thwart how people think and yet, reminiscing brought me that short moment of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, a bane or a boon? Or is it an entity shrouded in controversy? Do dreams provide that sanctuary up in our heads, the place where whatever we wish for comes true, the place we seek solace, the haven in which sadness, death or hatred can never be found? I doubt that now. Having dreams would give one that sense of determination to strive for greater heights, but at what expense? Love? Friendship? Family? I see it now in a different light, as a catalyst that destroys relationships, nothing more. This event has perverted my perception of dreams, I understood.&lt;br /&gt;I leaped off the building, watching my life flash before me. I felt my body going faint, as I got sucked down by gravity. Hitting the ground at such high velocity would certainly ensure I died upon impact, I chose the easy way out – a painless death. “Goodbye Sandy, I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, meet reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry there'sno paragraphing, and good luck to bballers for finals tmr (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-5389468871659237861?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/5389468871659237861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=5389468871659237861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5389468871659237861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5389468871659237861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreams.html' title='DREAMS.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4464914068967231865</id><published>2008-03-04T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:56:11.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERJOYED.</title><content type='html'>losing my bio spa file made me look all around for what else ive lost. and the results were really incredible, ive lost almost everything ive got from sec3 (: , i feel so jubilant now, anyone wants to share my joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess sarcasm does work sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4464914068967231865?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4464914068967231865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4464914068967231865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4464914068967231865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4464914068967231865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/overjoyed.html' title='OVERJOYED.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-3177764309284843182</id><published>2008-03-03T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:19:14.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>Gg, i just lost my bio SPA file which is needed for O lvls, I FEEL SO SMART. and guess what, ive Bio SPA tmr, oh my gosh, would someone build me a coffin so i can die right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-3177764309284843182?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/3177764309284843182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=3177764309284843182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3177764309284843182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3177764309284843182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/nooooooooooooo.html' title='NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-2568804894665981530</id><published>2008-03-02T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:56:43.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONGS!</title><content type='html'>crap, im getting seriously bored with my itunes library already. ive listened to these songs over and over and over and over and over again. someone please send me some songs ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-2568804894665981530?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/2568804894665981530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=2568804894665981530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2568804894665981530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2568804894665981530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/03/songs.html' title='SONGS!'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-8500708518486015725</id><published>2008-03-02T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:20:21.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap Years.</title><content type='html'>ytd was a "rush" day, ran from one place to another without having time to stop, let alone eat ):&lt;br /&gt;anw, went to watch the leap years with people from tp and the show was really nice except the part when the bride runs away, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and i still have one fat load of hw to do which means i cant blog so much, so goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-8500708518486015725?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/8500708518486015725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=8500708518486015725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/8500708518486015725'/><link rel='self' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a video of the song "when god ran" with clips from passion of the christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is also in relation to The Parable of the Lost Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 15:11-24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11"Jesus continued: "There was a man who had two sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12"The younger one said to his father, 'Father, give me my share of the estate.' So he divided his property between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13"Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14"After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15"So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16"He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17"When he came to his senses, he said, 'How many of my father's hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18"I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19"I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired men.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20"So he got up and went to his father.&lt;br /&gt;"But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21"The son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.[b]'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22"But the father said to his servants, 'Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23"Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24"For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' So they began to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive never watched the movie before so this video was a first. watching it caused me to have mixed emotions. im confused as to how i should react. remorseful, regret, anger, reciprocity. so what should i do? i really wanna do my best and accomplsih cg08 and help in pioneering CHS though ive never been someone who could take rejection easily. going up and talking about christ is hard enough, but having people ridicule it is worse. not that im blaming anyone, but rather, my inability or persuasion, maybe because im not exactly a super devoted believer, maybe its because im the only person from Y-hope in CH. when i start talking about other stuff such as breaking news, people seem so interested, but for the word of God, they seem to have no inquisity at all.ive seen and expierienced miracles and hence i know He exists, but being able to prove that this is true is a difficult task. i was told to start small so i started with people around, be it track and field or 4-7. i received really negative feedback and i dont really know how to cope with it. ah, im confused......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;father, give me strength, use me to spread your word. from that video, i realised what you've gone through, i saw the extent of your pain graphically and words cannot describe how i felt. i know that im the only one now and that it is gonne be hard, but following your vision, im positive that CH will grow in faith. speak to me and instruct me on what to do, be the guiding light of the lost and let them expierience your grace, as a proof that you are reality. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4422696427365370919?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4422696427365370919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4422696427365370919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4422696427365370919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4422696427365370919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-world-will-know.html' title='That the world will know.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-2614870019618286214</id><published>2008-02-27T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:44:05.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Love video</title><content type='html'>haha, i found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/81IFOiQ2Wjg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/81IFOiQ2Wjg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-2614870019618286214?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/2614870019618286214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=2614870019618286214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2614870019618286214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2614870019618286214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-love-video.html' title='Hello Love video'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4868520188116450511</id><published>2008-02-26T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:59:40.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vids</title><content type='html'>Sum 41 - In Too Deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9COI_ya8cQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9COI_ya8cQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sum 41 - Pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiBu6NyR1FQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiBu6NyR1FQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might be one of the songs i wanna learn on the piano (though i have completely no idea how to play it) , somebody teach me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, today's central cg was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4868520188116450511?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4868520188116450511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4868520188116450511' title='0 Comments'/><link 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are gonna get some serious weight issues if this continues every week after service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello love part 2 was great with some cool dance + love story and with some guy named qian jin who plays 4 totally different characters who describe the definition of love. i think service is extremely cool now and its super conducive to learn stuff, unlike back in 2006. i hope i'll continue to serve for a long long time, maybe forever (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its fascinating to see how lives can be changed through His power, and i got a real good example today. i may not be perfect, but i can see the difference. ive made my choice and i dont see myself looking back, have you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170515244964142658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" 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cedar ri and rjc would be coming my school next sat, how cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello love part2 is tmr and im excited as to see what they have in store for us tmr (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4747135606851086714?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4747135606851086714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4747135606851086714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4747135606851086714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4747135606851086714'/><link rel='alternate' 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memory deterioate. i cant seem to remember the shop in which i wanted to go to, which is like in j8. (and ive gone to j8 over a thousand times! :/) my goodness, i must do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss service too, once a week's like too little but ive really got no other time to attend if there's one ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-2227809848729800101?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/2227809848729800101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=2227809848729800101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2227809848729800101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/2227809848729800101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/youth-olympics-and-x-country.html' title='Youth Olympics and X country'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-9116442739651216706</id><published>2008-02-20T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:25:23.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet my cool friend (:</title><content type='html'>慧恩:the fat... (fill in at own risk)  Thank You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;you irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;慧恩:the fat... (fill in at own risk)  Thank You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know.. you must have MISSED my presence of studying with you :P :P :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;慧恩:the fat... (fill in at own risk)  Thank You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, how ego XD, she was quite happy today prancing around and laughing continually&lt;br /&gt;p.s her laughter's EXTREMELY contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, X-country's tmr and Noel's cheer sucks real bad, i think we might lose.. ah who cares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-9116442739651216706?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/9116442739651216706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=9116442739651216706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/9116442739651216706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/9116442739651216706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/meet-my-cool-friend.html' title='meet my cool friend (:'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-5280265788292546808</id><published>2008-02-19T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:55:59.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Should Not End So Late..</title><content type='html'>ah.. i missed CG today again, by the time school ended i practically couldnt reach there on time. i need powers like "jumper", so i cant be late for anth, and i can like wake up at 7.40 and still be on time for school. gosh, i need a reality check =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168670238682930722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R7rOMoHUXiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X113WON1jX4/s320/jumper_ver2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168670719719267890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R7rOooHUXjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HRg0sYP-yZY/s320/theflash_comics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least him, haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-5280265788292546808?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/5280265788292546808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=5280265788292546808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5280265788292546808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5280265788292546808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/school-should-not-end-so-late.html' title='School Should Not End So Late..'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R7rOMoHUXiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X113WON1jX4/s72-c/jumper_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-1605750702001201099</id><published>2008-02-18T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:07:31.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN!</title><content type='html'>haha direct translation^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我可以 - 蔡旻佑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOBr-IYpCXU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOBr-IYpCXU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i still remember the first time i heard this song and it didnt give me a really good impression. i was studying at subway when that song was played over and over and over again. i dont think the radio was spoilt  or anything.. so i listened and listened and got quite irritated, but i still asked kendra to send me,  now as i listen to it MODERATELY, its kinda nice, considering this phrase 我可以 is something i would need for this year. anw, today's a great day, i got my first A1 and i found out that the sec4's are getting aircons for their classroom and last but not least, some teacher whom i really dont like for an extremely reasonable reason got chided by the principal(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this day great or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-1605750702001201099?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/1605750702001201099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=1605750702001201099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1605750702001201099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/1605750702001201099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-can.html' title='I CAN!'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-8577260958388785041</id><published>2008-02-17T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:41:49.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOKES</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Will you love me after marriage also?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: This depends on your husband, if he allows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Your husband needs rest and peace. Here are some sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;Wife: When must I give them to him?&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: They are for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;God saw me hungry, he created pizza.&lt;br /&gt;He saw me thirsty, he created pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;He saw me in dark, he created light.&lt;br /&gt;He saw me without problems, he created YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray ‘Take only one. God is watching.’&lt;br /&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;A child had written a note, ‘Take all you want. God is watching the apples.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;One Early morning a mother went to her sleeping son and woke him up.&lt;br /&gt;MOM: ‘Wake up, son. It’s time to go to school.’&lt;br /&gt;SON: ‘But why, Mama? I don’t want to go to school.’&lt;br /&gt;MOM: ‘Give me two reasons why you don’t want to go to school.’&lt;br /&gt;SON: ‘One, all the chilldren hate me. Two, all the teachers hate me.’&lt;br /&gt;MOM: ‘Oh! that’s not a reason. Come on, you have to go to school.’&lt;br /&gt;SON: ‘Give me two good reasons WHY I *should* go to school?’&lt;br /&gt;MOM: ‘One, you are FIFTY-TWO years old and should understand your responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Two, you are the PRINCIPAL of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;What are the three fastest ways of communication?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three fastest means of communication in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Tele-phone&lt;br /&gt;Tele-vision&lt;br /&gt;Tell-a-woman.&lt;br /&gt;You still want faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her not to tell anyone  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;A man is dying of Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;His son asked him, ‘Dad, why do you keep telling people you’re dying of AIDS?’&lt;br /&gt;Answer: ‘So when I’m dead no one will dare touch your mom!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight all, dont be too stressed up with school! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-8577260958388785041?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/8577260958388785041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=8577260958388785041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/8577260958388785041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/8577260958388785041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/jokes.html' title='JOKES'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-5565078909788777941</id><published>2008-02-17T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:56:00.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME.</title><content type='html'>my goodness, its already mid feb, i think this yr would be, according to my assumptions, be much faster than the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Republic - Stop And Stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5o3ao8iguJg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5o3ao8iguJg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really know this has absolutely no link at all, but i really wanna do what the song says. i think i'll keep what i stare at to myself, hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i hope i really dont become like him =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167941876654038546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R7g3wYHUXhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WsimUNLezTE/s320/food-critic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANTON EGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;hint* you know who you are, IM NOT EGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah finally, a not-so-angry-but-a-little-procrastination-is-still-present post (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-5565078909788777941?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/5565078909788777941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=5565078909788777941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5565078909788777941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5565078909788777941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/time.html' title='TIME.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R7g3wYHUXhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WsimUNLezTE/s72-c/food-critic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-443231272281433045</id><published>2008-02-16T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T22:47:27.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEWORK? "no mood"~~~~</title><content type='html'>im sorry for posting so little yet complaining so much, ive been tied down by hw. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relient K - Be My Escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lvz0J0WBZPE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lvz0J0WBZPE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore - Misery Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLZttSe_g0E&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLZttSe_g0E&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i dont feel like typing anymore, byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-443231272281433045?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/443231272281433045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=443231272281433045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/443231272281433045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/443231272281433045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/homework-no-mood.html' title='HOMEWORK? &quot;no mood&quot;~~~~'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4018246995868890723</id><published>2008-02-13T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:49:28.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Term.</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why i studied so hard to make so many careless mistakes this exam, not even a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;single A1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, not for math, none. this term totally sucked. My L1R5 hit 20 already and its like so far away from my expectations. My gosh, i cant figure where i went wrong, was i THAT blind as to miss out so much? I'd better not enter the focused study group if not i'll be like unable to go training if my coach finds out and there goes my hopes for Nationals...i hate this uneasy feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i need  someone for me now, someone who understands, its hard to open up to anyone now, im sure that what im facing now will scare them away.. i dont need this, not right now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Proverbs 13:4 - The sluggard craves and gets nothing, but the desires of the diligent are fully satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lord, please help me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4018246995868890723?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4018246995868890723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4018246995868890723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4018246995868890723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4018246995868890723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/worst-term.html' title='The Worst Term.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-4818061749013488547</id><published>2008-02-11T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:56:00.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've rested enough. (or so I think)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thank God im feeling so much better compared to ytd, but i had to skip trng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw ive gotten back 2 of my results and they arent good at all, not one bit. i guess i must study harder. ): Damn i hate sec4, maybe i shall pray during pm later to ease my workload. (ive only managed to ease a little of my workload. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165575774875704834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R6_PzIHUXgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3yjiZcwaqZs/s320/jesussaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My saviour, my redeemer, my refuge, my strength and my friend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-4818061749013488547?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/4818061749013488547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=4818061749013488547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4818061749013488547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/4818061749013488547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-rested-enough-or-so-i-think.html' title='I&apos;ve rested enough. (or so I think)'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R6_PzIHUXgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3yjiZcwaqZs/s72-c/jesussaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-7357136376307389047</id><published>2008-02-10T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:56:00.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R66EuoHUXfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cdX83GpQsa0/s1600-h/Front.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165211759217499634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R66EuoHUXfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cdX83GpQsa0/s400/Front.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th and 23rd Feb&lt;br /&gt;12.15pm/2.30pm @ Nexus Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go? Tell me, everyone's invited (:&lt;br /&gt;haha, yhope has been having special services these few days, combined CNY service, and the upcoming ones ^^^&lt;br /&gt;and im also lookign forward to camp in which its like dunno how many months away (i dont think if there's any at all :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive fallen sick on the 3rd day on CNY, i think ive been eating too much food alr, i shall rest tmr though there's school and finish up on hw, who's not going sch tmr morning? =P&lt;br /&gt;(probably noone....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin - One Night In Beijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-E-qmtDPKk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-E-qmtDPKk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-7357136376307389047?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/7357136376307389047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=7357136376307389047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7357136376307389047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/7357136376307389047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-love.html' title='Hello Love.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R66EuoHUXfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cdX83GpQsa0/s72-c/Front.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-3354165722866809164</id><published>2008-02-08T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T01:02:17.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY!</title><content type='html'>this yr's cny is great except for the fact that i got alot of hw and the cny celebration in school was EXTREMELY BORING. i got to see my cousins today in which i havent seen them for quite a while now, so that's kinda good. okay, im tired so i shan't go into details, goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-3354165722866809164?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/3354165722866809164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=3354165722866809164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3354165722866809164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/3354165722866809164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY!'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-591784828768544479</id><published>2008-02-04T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:56:00.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>35.60</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(: today's a good day. firstly, exams are over, secondly,i broke my official PB for javelin which hasnt happened in like i dunno how long. english exam was soso, but the compre was tough... anw its over, i dont care, $$$ (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163104163782028818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R6cH4bSRbhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4ZMIAdj94SI/s320/ist2_3464344_3d_javelin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-591784828768544479?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/591784828768544479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=591784828768544479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/591784828768544479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/591784828768544479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/3560.html' title='35.60'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R6cH4bSRbhI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4ZMIAdj94SI/s72-c/ist2_3464344_3d_javelin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-5150077904415939372</id><published>2008-02-03T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:48:49.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah i think i should just practice for english.</title><content type='html'>I lowered my tone once she stepped into the classroom. The boring atmosphere suddenly lit up as soon as she entered. It felt as if the entire room was suddenly bathed in a golden hue of zest and zeal. "Who is she?" i thought, staring intently at her. I was completely mesmerized by her beauty, the radiant smile of this fresh faced youth. She looked like an angel, fair complexion, bright sparkling eyes that shone like diamonds and long flowy hair. She was perfect as she was blssed with unparalleled beauty. My heart raced as she slowly made her way to the empty seat beside me."She, my tablemate? This is too good to be true!" my heart rejoiced, and I could not help thinking I was the luckiest boy in the world. Looks of jealously were etched on each and every boy's face as they looked at me, I grinned cheekily as I stood up to introduce myself to her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy and wise." I whispered to myself, trying desperately to motivate myself to go to school. I was an average boy, one who dreaded going to school. I dragged my heavy body out of bed as I slowly made my way down for breakfast. The minutes ticked by as I was having my breakfast and soon my eyes started to droop sleepily. I felt myself drifting off into dreamland, until I was rudely awakened by a tight slap across my face. My father boomed at me in his deep and authorative voice, informing that I was late for school. I shrank back into my seat in fear and pivoted my head to the clock. I opened my eyes in disbelief, I was already 20minutes late for school. I shrilled with agony as I realised that I was going to get scolded by my teachers. I grabbed a bag and shot out of house, with an unfinished piece of bread in my mouth. Little did I know that i had actually taken my mother's handbag......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bored so i decided to practice for my english exams, i know i came up with dumb storylines, but i just wanted "train" hahahaha. alright, back to reading my notes (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-5150077904415939372?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/5150077904415939372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=5150077904415939372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5150077904415939372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/5150077904415939372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/ah-i-think-i-should-just-practice-for.html' title='Ah i think i should just practice for english.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-6055400288190262731</id><published>2008-02-03T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:05:58.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English paper.</title><content type='html'>alas, my last papers are here!&lt;br /&gt;and a few more days to CNY, i hope i get $$$ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong - Only One For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be everything You want me to be&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live my life for You&lt;br /&gt;You’ve placed in me everything I need to go on&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show my whole world You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my trust in everything Your word says You are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live my life for You&lt;br /&gt;I see Your truth, find grace in everything that You do&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna live to worship You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look to You and all Your ways&lt;br /&gt;I seek Your face and praise Your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is, all I need is You&lt;br /&gt;In everything little thing I do&lt;br /&gt;All I need is, all I need is You&lt;br /&gt;Cause You’re the only One, the only One for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna be, never wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Livin’, livin’ less than all You want for me&lt;br /&gt;Giving all my life to my God and I will worship You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i've got so little to type these few days, and its hard to express myself on my blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;also, i dont really want everyone to know. WONDERWALL WHERE ARE YOU?!?!&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/3688037964077934687-6055400288190262731?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/6055400288190262731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=6055400288190262731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6055400288190262731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/6055400288190262731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/02/english-paper.html' title='English paper.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-982207749918932472</id><published>2008-01-31T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:56:01.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last 2 papers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;my last 2 papers for prelim one! oh man, all the late nights have been killing me. i wanna sleep more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161652417591340514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R6HfhrSRbeI/AAAAAAAAALg/IpUd1sA7EvE/s320/achmed.png" border="0" /&gt;Lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-982207749918932472?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/982207749918932472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=982207749918932472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/982207749918932472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/982207749918932472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-2-papers.html' title='last 2 papers!'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3e8udqcMG0/R6HfhrSRbeI/AAAAAAAAALg/IpUd1sA7EvE/s72-c/achmed.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688037964077934687.post-145191593831029110</id><published>2008-01-28T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:37:49.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taupok.</title><content type='html'>i got squased by like 10 people in my class today. all thanks to justin with his taupok idea. at least he got his in the end. ended with a couple of bruises and cuts but it was worth the fun (:, cant help but say it, im actually 16! its kinda sad to see myself aging so fast (i sound old....). time's like one of the fastest things on earth, it can be gone without u even knowing it. and down the road, when im 17^ , i'll be looking back and think, "it seems like i wrote this yeserday =/, it's nostalgic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, after seeing the fun a psp can give you, im caught in a dilemma. get the laptop in which ive saved for so long or get a psp and have like 1k plus to spend..... i really dunno what to choose. if im gonna get a psp i'll have to wait till after O's as i dont want a psp to affect my studies. the laptop wont affect tt much as i need it for music purposes. ahh, why cant i have both? guess im too materialistic. (giving is the ultimate antidote for materialsm, maybe i should try and see if i can help others with a small portion of my cash, which is highly impossible and i think i know why) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i cant do human geog, im goona fail ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688037964077934687-145191593831029110?l=belieff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/feeds/145191593831029110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688037964077934687&amp;postID=145191593831029110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/145191593831029110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688037964077934687/posts/default/145191593831029110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belieff.blogspot.com/2008/01/taupok.html' title='Taupok.'/><author><name>joshua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
