<?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-4188891536088488416</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:55:39.669+08:00</updated><category term='life in school'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='inane ramblings'/><category term='home-made pop art'/><category term='food'/><category term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Assisting the Shepherd, Reaching the Sheep</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-7981168755228435879</id><published>2009-09-12T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:00:45.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers to the tough questions</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I still owe a literature essay for my previous post but I guess I've been quite busy lately and didn't have the time to do it. What I can do however is present my own answers to the questions that I asked earlier although some of my friends have already done quite a good job at explaining as you can read in the tagbox.(my answer is quite long but read on if you are interested)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Regarding this question let us look at this from God's perspective. What does God stand to gain out of our worship and adoration alone? The answer is: nothing whatsoever. Think over this with me, what would the Almighty God of the Infinite as well as the finite, much much much greater than we can even imagine gain from the puny, in fact, comparatively pathetic worship that some tiny creatures living on a floating speck of dust in the tiny universe that fits in the palm of his hand? Nothing, absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if He were a sadist(which of course He is not) that gets a kick out of making lesser beings worship him I don't think he would even heed us. We're too tiny and puny! And he wouldn't bother making us if adoration is the only thing he wanted right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be like making a computer software to praise yourself that goes "You are wonderful, you are marvelous, etc" on and on and on without stopping and if I may say, that is a very very sad case and even if we were that, we are obviously very faulty products.&lt;br /&gt;As I heard lately "I(God) don't make junk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, what is true worship? There are many instances in the Bible where God actually REJECTED his people's "worship" of sacrifices and praises because it was not true. S obviously, he's not self-absorbed. But what is worship? The Bible tells us that "to obey is better than sacrifice" so one aspect of true worship is obedience. It's like how a father wants a child to be obedient to him, not because the father is a control-freak but because he loves the child and want whats best for him. With our human father we call it obedience, with our heavenly father we call it worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why worship? The answer lies in the one most mysterious and incomprehensible aspect of God that is, Love. Why did God make humans in the first place? to share His Love and have a relationship with them. God can very easily talk to us and show his love to us, after all, He is God; but what about our side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, it was easy. Notice that in Genesis in the creation of man, God never once said to Adam and Eve " Thou shalt worship the Lord your God" at least not in the truest sense of the word "worship", no that came later in Exodus. On the contrary, Adam and Eve talked with God face to face and God walked amongst them in the garden. So what happened? Man sinned and were unable to communicate directly with the Holy God. Obviously, a relationship can't continue with only one side of the party talking to the other, it must be a two way thing. So how can man communicate with God again? You got it, worship. Be it praying, singing, obeying his word and so on, that is the way sinful man can communicate with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why MUST we communicate with God? Aren't we good on our own? Well the answer is no. There is a saying, "Humans are the smartest creatures on earth. They are the only ones who can develop faster, more efficient and more creative ways of killing themselves." Without God's repeated intervention, we would have blown ourselves up a long long time ago. Worship helps us keep track of who we are and who God is; that he is greater and we are lesser. As his masterpieces, the work of his hands, we are obliged to glorify his name. Does a good painter or musician make a work of art with the purpose of putting himself to shame? of course not. As the Bible puts it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You turn things upside down,  as if the potter were thought to be like the clay! Shall what is formed say to him who formed it, "He did not make me"? Can the pot say of the potter,  "He knows nothing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't see worship as a self-centred thing on God's part, it's the only way we can communicate with our loving father and at the same time, experience his love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jesus once said "...I am gentle and humble in heart..." He did not just talk the talk, he walked the walk. In the greatest show of humility in history, the God of all the universe became a mere human and died a painful and shameful death for the sake of all people. So quite obviously, God is in fact humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for how he can still demand our worship and that we do not worship any other if he is humble. Well, I've already clarified what worship is, so let me ask this question. Is it arrogant for a husband to demand his wife to give him and him alone an exclusive intimate love and is it arrogant for the wife to demand the same of the husband? Quite clearly no, it is not arrogant of you to demand an exclusive intimate love from your spouse otherwise it would be called adultery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the same with God, as his beloved people, he demands us to love him exclusively as God, not because he is a self-absorbed egocentric, but because we ought to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-7981168755228435879?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/7981168755228435879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=7981168755228435879' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7981168755228435879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7981168755228435879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/09/answers-to-tough-questions.html' title='Answers to the tough questions'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-8866853316299795851</id><published>2009-09-03T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:43:56.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chew on these</title><content type='html'>Okay, lately I've been thinking of some tough questions and I urge all Christians to chew on these thoughts and reflect on it. First of let me say that it is good for us to think deeply about our faith so as to understand ourselves better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Why does God demand our worship? Does this make him an egocentric?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Is God humble? In that case how can He demand for worship and adoration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 What if after it's all said and done and we're all in heaven, what if Man is to fall again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 If an elder brother goes into a forest and nobody is there to see him, is he still a doofus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm.... indeed these are very tough questions(especially the last one). I've thought of an answer to the first two questions. Feel free to tag your thoughts, just make sure it won't be too offensive=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-8866853316299795851?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/8866853316299795851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=8866853316299795851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8866853316299795851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8866853316299795851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/09/chew-on-these.html' title='Chew on these'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-5651234780230520613</id><published>2009-08-19T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:09:42.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"O" Level Mother Tongue Results finally out</title><content type='html'>Well, the mother tongue "O" level results are finally out, after many days of tension so thick I could bang my head against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results actually kinda shocked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me say. Thanks to my wonderful elder brother, guess where I was 12 hours before the mother tongue paper? That's right! The land of the rising sun! Japan yay!. And thanks to that I completely missed out an entire week of mother tongue drilling that all my other peers went through. And I kinda got stunned during the malay orals and stoned for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you might guess, this morning I was EXTREMELY nervous about my result. I really didn't want to retake Malay paper. So anyways, we were finally called to the hall to receive our results. The teacher was there lecturing us about the average grades of all the mother tongue subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he reached Malay, he said that it was 100% passes. That hardly gave me any comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear was not in failing but it was that I receive a horrible pass and be forced to retake the paper. Then he said that the percentage of distinction was 45%. &lt;em&gt;Somebody &lt;/em&gt;very helpfully pointed out that that means about only 4 people got As in the malay class. I wasnt bothered, It's definitely not &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking "Stop preaching to us and show us the results danggit!" I just wanted to rip off the rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in class, I was praying "God I know that whatever grades I may receive, it is what I deserve to receive and I will praise Your Name no matter what it is Lord. I just pray that I may glorify you through my results,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, FINALLY the teachers started calling the names of students to come up and see their results. I waited, and waited, actually I didnt have to wait for long cause 2 names after the first student, the teacher called out: "ALVIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was confused at this part, there are 2 Alvins in my class you see. So the other one went up and then sat back down. Then again I waited and waited and waited as names were called and cries of both sorrow and joy echoed through the hall. My heart was beating quickly within me. Finally the teacher called out the other Alvin's chinese name an I was like"HEY!!!! Why didnt anyone tell me that the first Alvin was me?". So finally, I walked up to the teacher and I asked what rsult I got asI scanned that piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got an A1,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe my ears! I got A1?!?!" and the teacher replied "Yes, you got an A1" My hands were trembling as I signed beside my score, everyone could see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally leapt for joy as I left and shouted "HALELUYA!!!!" and I can testify that it is truly only by God's grace that I got an A1. hahah, expected differently didnt you? Although, after that, alot of people gave me abit of contempt cuz I skipped a week of intensive driling going on holiday... But all I can say is this, I had worked hard before that and even then, it was not just because of my effort that got I the A1, it's all thanks to God's grace. I never stopped telling them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the class of 10 only 4 got A1 an I was one of them=D Ironically though, 3 of the 4 people who aced malay were Chinese haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-5651234780230520613?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/5651234780230520613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=5651234780230520613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5651234780230520613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5651234780230520613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-level-mother-tongue-results-finally.html' title='&quot;O&quot; Level Mother Tongue Results finally out'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3854645968375374113</id><published>2009-08-18T16:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:30:34.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bible as a Literature Text</title><content type='html'>Yeah, you read the title right. From now on, I'm gonna use the Bible to practice Literature.&lt;br /&gt;One theing I'm going to do is post a passage from the Bible(or should I call it prose?) every now and then and put some questions beneath it. All Christian Lit students, feel free to try it out=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start with John 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;John 21&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26889"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;Afterward Jesus appeared again to his disciples, by the Sea of Tiberias. It happened this way: &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26890"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;Simon Peter, Thomas (called Didymus), Nathanael from Cana in Galilee, the sons of Zebedee, and two other disciples were together. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26891"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;"I'm going out to fish," Simon Peter told them, and they said, "We'll go with you." So they went out and got into the boat, but that night they caught nothing. &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26892"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;Early in the morning, Jesus stood on the shore, but the disciples did not realize that it was Jesus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26893"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;He called out to them, "Friends, haven't you any fish?"&lt;br /&gt;    "No," they answered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26894"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;He said, "Throw your net on the right side of the boat and you will find some." When they did, they were unable to haul the net in because of the large number of fish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26895"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;Then the disciple whom Jesus loved said to Peter, "It is the Lord!" As soon as Simon Peter heard him say, "It is the Lord," he wrapped his outer garment around him (for he had taken it off) and jumped into the water. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26896"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;The other disciples followed in the boat, towing the net full of fish, for they were not far from shore, about a hundred yards. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26897"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;When they landed, they saw a fire of burning coals there with fish on it, and some bread. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26898"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;Jesus said to them, "Bring some of the fish you have just caught." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26899"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;Simon Peter climbed aboard and dragged the net ashore. It was full of large fish, 153, but even with so many the net was not torn. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26900"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;Jesus said to them, "Come and have breakfast." None of the disciples dared ask him, "Who are you?" They knew it was the Lord. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26901"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;Jesus came, took the bread and gave it to them, and did the same with the fish. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26902"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;This was now the third time Jesus appeared to his disciples after he was raised from the dead.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26903"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;When they had finished eating, Jesus said to Simon Peter, "Simon son of John, do you truly love me more than these?"&lt;br /&gt;    "Yes, Lord," he said, "you know that I love you."&lt;br /&gt;    Jesus said, "Feed my lambs." &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26904"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;Again Jesus said, "Simon son of John, do you truly love me?"&lt;br /&gt;    He answered, "Yes, Lord, you know that I love you."&lt;br /&gt;    Jesus said, "Take care of my sheep." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26905"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt; The third time he said to him, "Simon son of John, do you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;    Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, "Do you love me?" He said, "Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Jesus said, "Feed my sheep. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26906"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt; I tell you the truth, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted; but when you are old you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go." &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26907"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;Jesus said this to indicate the kind of death by which Peter would glorify God. Then he said to him, "Follow me!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26908"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;Peter turned and saw that the disciple whom Jesus loved was following them. (This was the one who had leaned back against Jesus at the supper and had said, "Lord, who is going to betray you?") &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26909"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;When Peter saw him, he asked, "Lord, what about him?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26910"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;Jesus answered, "If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you? You must follow me." &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26911"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;Because of this, the rumor spread among the brothers that this disciple would not die. But Jesus did not say that he would not die; he only said, "If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26912"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;This is the disciple who testifies to these things and who wrote them down. We know that his testimony is true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26913"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;What are your impressions of the disciples ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;Explain at least 5 ironies in this passage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What other literary devices are used and how do they enrich the passage?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;What is the significance of the last paragraph?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(I'll post my own answers soon=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Text'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3201140832073776013</id><published>2009-08-15T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:50:19.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are not you, you are just a mask</title><content type='html'>Monday, you're starting your gig&lt;br /&gt;your lips are purple on your sullen cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, prancing, yellow and gay&lt;br /&gt;your face is radiant though your mind's a fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, pleasing the upper hand&lt;br /&gt;orange smiles with many knives in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;such a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;I've never known you&lt;br /&gt;get out of my sight&lt;br /&gt;What is real and what is fake I ask&lt;br /&gt;You are not you, you are just a mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, you're impressing a maid'&lt;br /&gt;you're not blushing yet your face is all red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, already you're running dry&lt;br /&gt;your eyes' are all  grey yet you refuse to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, and you're pious white&lt;br /&gt;On your knees you pray, pray that snakes won't bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;such a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;I've never known you&lt;br /&gt;get out of my sight&lt;br /&gt;What is real and what is fake I ask&lt;br /&gt;You are not you, you are just a mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tear it off, before these masquerades crash&lt;br /&gt;waste away the mask and bare the rotting flesh&lt;br /&gt;it eats away your face, and replaces your skin&lt;br /&gt;till you're not you but you're just a mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, the canvas void of paint&lt;br /&gt;Take it off now or do it all over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3201140832073776013?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3201140832073776013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3201140832073776013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3201140832073776013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3201140832073776013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-are-not-you-you-are-just-mask.html' title='you are not you, you are just a mask'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3034648433837041966</id><published>2009-08-12T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:03:57.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with this scene?</title><content type='html'>I've had some funny experiences the past week here are some pics I'd like to share with you guys. Spot what's wrong with them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SoK6qWE4bjI/AAAAAAAAB10/Q4rtx3F81Uw/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SoK6qWE4bjI/AAAAAAAAB10/Q4rtx3F81Uw/s400/DSC00434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369058942422380082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently somebody's been serving hotdogs in my bathroom. I know some people bake bread in there every so often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SoK6q85dnQI/AAAAAAAAB18/j35ZiN6f0Cc/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SoK6q85dnQI/AAAAAAAAB18/j35ZiN6f0Cc/s400/DSC00437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369058952843468034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no comments on this, make of it anything you want. I don't even want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; where the water comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SoK6ptxY8xI/AAAAAAAAB1s/0UZjigajyac/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SoK6ptxY8xI/AAAAAAAAB1s/0UZjigajyac/s400/DSC00492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369058931603206930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right, I took this at the Dhoby Ghaut MRT Station linkway. Okay any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; person would look at this picture and think "Oh GAWSH!! The woman is nearly naked! I can't believe they would show such a promiscuous picture in a PUBLIC area!" and maybe some people would think "Oooh the woman is nearly half naked, heheheh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mother &lt;/span&gt;thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st reaction: "Oh my GAWSH! the woman is eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ice-cream &lt;/span&gt;on her&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bed&lt;/span&gt;!!!! The OUTRAGE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Indeed!! What would our innocent ice-cream and bed deprived children THINK when they are expose to such OUTRAGEOUS pictures as someone eating on their beds!!! Childhood obesity people!! And think of all the ANTS!! The horror....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd reaction: "She left the ice-cream pack on the FLOOR!!! Who's gonna clean that for her?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;SIN!!!! She LITTERED!!! In her OWN HOUSE!!! How degenerated our society has become to leave ice cream packages all over our houses tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd reaction: oh hey, she's nearly naked, they really shouldnt screen this in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, give a round of applause to my mom=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3034648433837041966?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3034648433837041966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3034648433837041966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3034648433837041966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3034648433837041966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-wrong-with-this-scene.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with this scene?'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SoK6qWE4bjI/AAAAAAAAB10/Q4rtx3F81Uw/s72-c/DSC00434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-7403639307651242610</id><published>2009-08-08T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:32:43.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Singapore with love</title><content type='html'>Okay, so yesterday was Singpore's 44th national day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a fun time actually during the SL farewell especially. But I genuinely enjoyed some of the programs especially the songs( NOT the new ndp song which has the unanimous vote of being "interesting" if you know what I mean)Anyways when the song "Home" played, I did a short reflection on my time spent in Singapore since I'm leaving this place soon. Indeed, Singapore has been a won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derful home to me in more ways than one. I've spent half of my 16 years here now and there really hasnt been a place quite like Singapore I must say. It's not so much my family that makes this place feel like home tho, cuz they are always on the move and I always feel at home with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The education, amenities, environment and whatnot aside. What I've truly come to appreciate the most here are the people I've met and the dear friends I've made. They are the ones who truly make this place worth calling "home" and I cant thank them more for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore will always be a part of me wherever I'll go to and I know I have a home here among the people. But I also know that I must make other homes for myself to even as i move from place to place. Each of them is unique. So indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is home, truly~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had lots of fun at the SL farewell party too. I really want to thank all my juniors as well for making it such a splendid moment for all us old birds haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Snzw7HXIvhI/AAAAAAAAB1c/KMP6YH7lhbg/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Snzw7HXIvhI/AAAAAAAAB1c/KMP6YH7lhbg/s400/DSC00448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367429754297826834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at all the notes!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Snzw7t4nTNI/AAAAAAAAB1k/qZytkYMugkM/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Snzw7t4nTNI/AAAAAAAAB1k/qZytkYMugkM/s400/DSC00449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367429764638788818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And thanks for all your notes! I'll keep them with me for as long as I can so I can remember all of you always=D Thanks also, for your "Most Confident" Award haha(although I'd have much prefered a "Best Singer" Award XD, kiddin), I think the trophy is really creative=). All my blessings go to the SL council and the new EXCOs whom I know will lead the council to greater glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                          Yours truly, The Turtle KingXD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-7403639307651242610?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/7403639307651242610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=7403639307651242610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7403639307651242610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7403639307651242610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-singapore-with-love.html' title='To Singapore with love'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Snzw7HXIvhI/AAAAAAAAB1c/KMP6YH7lhbg/s72-c/DSC00448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-7196603460439254171</id><published>2009-08-01T09:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:37:48.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilaf anyone?</title><content type='html'>AAAARRRRRGGGHH I have a craving for Turkish food!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows where I can find a turkish restaurant in Singapore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhhahaha nevermind, being completely random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was my piano exam at Funan mall. Weeeeeeell it kinda sucked for a lot of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;First of all I was SUPER NERVOUS, I can't remember the last time I was that nervous haha. My hands were shaking so bad I could hardly hit the right notes sheesh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second reason being it was the national APBEDPE program again which stands for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nnual &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;enguin&lt;strong&gt; B&lt;/strong&gt;reeding&lt;strong&gt; E&lt;/strong&gt;ngagement&lt;strong&gt; D&lt;/strong&gt;uring&lt;strong&gt; P&lt;/strong&gt;iano&lt;strong&gt; E&lt;/strong&gt;xams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OF COURSE they have to set all aircons to full blast for fear that the penguins would realize the effects of global warming or the hostility of a tropical climate and(here's where they've learnt a little Singapore mannerism) complain and do absolutely nothing including refusing to reproduce(I heard that nowadays the penguins are bullying their penguin maids to destress instead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, there were other reasons to but I'm sure you have better things to do like admiring the polar bears I've released in Funan mall or cleaning behind your refrigerator, so I'll stop my ranting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way do turkish restaurants serve penguin meat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-7196603460439254171?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/7196603460439254171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=7196603460439254171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7196603460439254171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7196603460439254171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/08/pilaf-anyone.html' title='Pilaf anyone?'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-2129516633687606900</id><published>2009-07-30T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:48:56.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Dentist's Drill (III)</title><content type='html'>Went back to adjust my braces again today. Yay they're orange now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I finally got all my teeth braced up. Before this, two of them were left free cuz they were kinda in a tough spot. My teeth should be quite straight in two months time. But before those two, months, GAWSH, it's tough to chew. Apparently, the dentist inserted some kinda cement like thingy on my upper back teeth so I couldnt bite together and interfere with the movement of the two teeth I mentioned earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist said that I might experience some slight "discomfort"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we come to what seems like the favourite phrase of the entire medical community, "slight discomfort". sounds harmless enough, like sensation of sitting on a remote control. I will now demonstrate to you how to use this phrase as the professionals use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Mr Henry, I'm about to insert a 5 cm thick tube up your rectum and swirl it around WITHOUT using anaesthetics. You might feel some slight discomfort,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Ms Erika, we will have to bash you repeatedly on the head with a sledgehammer until you recover your memory, you might experience a slight discomfort"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe to say, the last time experienced such "slight discomfort" involved a hammer, a nail and my thumb. So anyways, I cant bite properly now and I have constant "slight discomfort" that feels like ten thousand miniature people ripping my gums appart. So I'm just on cloud nine right now=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-2129516633687606900?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/2129516633687606900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=2129516633687606900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2129516633687606900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2129516633687606900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/07/under-dentists-drill-iii.html' title='Under the Dentist&apos;s Drill (III)'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-997273052610877392</id><published>2009-07-27T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:24:25.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>What is the function of the Christian Christian church and who is it made for? What do you think? There are some who say that the church is only for holy people who live good lives to attend to meet with their holy God. Others think that it is a place for silly and cowardly goodie-two-shoes people to go to to avoid the harsh realities of life. And yet others think it is a place for deluded people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well amazingly, none of these are true. So what is the church for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church is not a place for holy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the criteria for people who the church was made for, let's see if it's made for you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 you have lied(white,grey or black) at least one time in the past seven days&lt;br /&gt;2 you have stolen things before(this includes watching pirated DVDs and downloading music online)&lt;br /&gt;3 you have had sexual fantasies/immorality and/or indulged in pornography&lt;br /&gt;4 you have been jealous for other people's popularity/status/belongings/etc&lt;br /&gt;5 you have been so angry you abused someone verbally or physically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have fulfilled the even one of the criteria above, congratulations! The church is made ESPECIALLY for YOU and you have an exclusive invitation given out personally by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you who the church was made for, it was made for &lt;em&gt;sinners. &lt;/em&gt;That means you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the hospital is meant for sick people, the church meant for sinners. It was never intended to be a place for holy people, they don't exist. Jesus said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church was build for those who are broken-hearted, those who know they have no hope, those who cry out at night but nobody hears them, those who find no meaning in life and in themselves, those who are weak and tired, those who are plagued with fears they dare not face, those who are haunted by the past and have nowhere to run, those who have hundreds of winning medals but are still a losers in their mind, Those who have everything but know something is missing, those who are constantly surrounded by people but know they are lonely inside, those whose friends have left them, those whose loved ones have been taken away from them, those who are grief-stricken, those who can't seem to stop doing the wrong things, those who ashamed that they are downright filthy inside. Those who want to be truly changed from their current state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know that they are &lt;em&gt;sinners&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the type of people that Jesus came to save and the type of people that he built the church for. To give hope to the hopeless, to comfort the broken-hearted, to grant rest to the restless, to give strength to the weak and courage to the fearful, to complete those who are incomplete, to give love to all those who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To grant forgiveness to the sinner. He will heal you and transform you from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what a church is and is for. So if you fulfill the criteria for going to church, what are you waiting for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-997273052610877392?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/997273052610877392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=997273052610877392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/997273052610877392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/997273052610877392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-5502848221344613578</id><published>2009-07-26T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:59:37.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful in it's time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful in it's time&lt;img class="gl_align_center" alt="Align Centre" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to laugh and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to weep and pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to keep silent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there is a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time to speak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However I know&lt;br /&gt;above it all&lt;br /&gt;My Father, my God&lt;br /&gt;Is at His work&lt;br /&gt;Always bringing&lt;br /&gt;much good&lt;br /&gt;Unto all&lt;br /&gt;who love Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During the times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I received&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's different from what &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had perceived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During the times &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is no answer for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"why must this occur?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However I know&lt;br /&gt;above it all&lt;br /&gt;My Father, my God&lt;br /&gt;Is at His work&lt;br /&gt;Always bringing&lt;br /&gt;much good&lt;br /&gt;Unto all&lt;br /&gt;who love Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what is this that I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am going through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even so, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Father's love will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ever endure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surrender all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my anxieties &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unto you Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this for sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All things will become, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beautiful in its time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-5502848221344613578?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/5502848221344613578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=5502848221344613578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5502848221344613578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5502848221344613578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/07/beautiful-in-its-time.html' title='Beautiful in it&apos;s time'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-5162953837988618216</id><published>2009-07-23T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:50:28.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life by the river Chpt I</title><content type='html'>Waddle-waddle-waddle sit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hrmm... so this is my new home?" thought the duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got back up on his feet and waddled along, observing the calm river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hrmm..." he thought to himself "not bad, this river is quite clean and it's cool and breezy too! I hope I can make a good living here, the other residents here seem quite ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was migrating season and all the creatures of the woodlands were finding a new home. This particular river was one of the many places the creatures checked out. It was quite a small river or it would be more appropriate to call it a stream. It was tucked away in a quiet corner of the woods and was rather remote, not the most happening place definitely. But that was enough for Bill the duck, his previous home was no better than this. So he was waddling down the stream checking out who his new neighbours might be when suddenly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quack! what's that?" He squinted to get a better look. It seemed like a large stone but with perculiar markings on it. "It's moving!" he thought to himself. So he waddled closer towards it, taking care to keep his distance, but without warning! It turned around and a head came out of the stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quack! Well, it turns out to be a box turtle. He looks... quite fierce, I think I'd better stay away from him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bill carried on with his tour when a large mother goose swooped down onto the soft grass and with her loud voice called out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHEM!! ALL CREATURES WHO HAVE JUST RECENTLY MOVED INTO RIVER DIVAN PLEASE ASSEMBLE BY THE APPLE TREE QUICKLY FOR A QUICK TOUR OF THE RIVER SQUUAAAWWWK!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the creatures of the woodlands came hopping, scurrying, crawling, gliding and of course, waddling to the apple tree. Then the mother goose started counting all the creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Squaak! Everything seems to be in order, come let us proceed with the tour!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill waddled along with the entire group. They went to many of the landmarks of the river, there was the field of clovers, the great oak tree, the crystal fountain and many other charming features of the river. Then, the mother goose led them to the eldertrees where the history of the river was carved on the trees for all it's inhabitants to see. Mother goose puffed up her chest, brimming with pride as she started speaking about the history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, this river is a relatively young river, only 100 years since it's formation when the rocks of Rush mountain burst forth and......" Now it just so happen that Bill was standing quite close to the turtle he had seen earlier. He kept his cool but in his heart he kept wondering what it would be like to live with a brute such as him. He observed the turtle from the corner of his eye but the turtle did not even notice him. Bill had nearly calmed himself, listening to the mother goose's tale when suddenly the turtle remarked quietly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is so depressing....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill giggled quietly, "well THAT was unexpected!" he thought "Looks like life by the river is going to be truly exciting and hey! It's only just begun."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-5162953837988618216?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/5162953837988618216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=5162953837988618216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5162953837988618216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5162953837988618216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-by-river-chpt-i.html' title='Life by the river Chpt I'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3417389645467712292</id><published>2009-07-21T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:47:14.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial &amp; Religious harmony, often misunderstood themes</title><content type='html'>Okay since today is racial &amp;amp; religious harmony day, I'd like to blog some of my thoughts and feelings about it. Now I am aware that this is a sensitive subject and discussing it is like skating on thin ice but don't worry, I don't intend to be arrested or to start a riot or to get my tagbox being filled up with curses therefore, I won't say anything that may be offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll start off by saying that I cannot begin to express how important racial and religious harmony and tolerance is in a society. why do I say these two themes are often misunderstood you may ask. Simply because, many Singaporeans think that racial and religious harmony is one and the same thing. While it is true that in Singapore, most of the adherents of a certain religion are mostly from one of the major racial groups (e.g. Chinese and Taoism/Buddhism, Malay and Islam), it is not true that the entire race is of that religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I know a Chinese man who happens to be Islam and quite happy to be so; and there are other examples too but I will not state them here. The strange thing about racial harmony is that racism takes place even within the confines of a religion, for example the racism that happened previously in the Christian church of the west where, the blacks are segregated from the whites. Remember the Chinese man I spoke about earlier? I heard that when he attends the mosque, while most adherents are friendly towards him, some still look at him in bewilderment as to what a Chinese man is doing in a Malay majority place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the races in Singapore become more and more united, such things will definitely occur and we must be ready for it. More people will be interested in the other religions and may decide to even join them, although I doubt any major conflict of racism within a religion will arise here. So we should really take off the stereotype that a religion is designated only to a certain race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too have experienced this stereotype. Because I take Malay as my second language despite being Chinese, some people mistakenly think I was Islam. Although it gets tiring explaining the reason as to why I take Malay despite my race, I must admit it is fun watching people's bewildered expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to a deeper misunderstanding that unsettles me though, there is something I must say. This next line may or may not offend you but if it does, before you release a zoo into my inbox and call the cops on me, please read my explanation first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Religious harmony is important, Religious integration is a joke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean by this is that yes, while it is important having the adherents of different religions living side-by-side in harmony, there is no need to bring it a step as far as integrating the religions. I have heard of some people and organizations which try to merge all the major religions and create a universal doctrine or religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a flawed concept as anyone who puts weight into their religion knows that it is not possible to merge their own doctrine with that of another religion because that would involve perverting and compromising the authority and integrity of the doctrine. A similar problem is in saying that all religions actually worship the same God/s but in a different form or in different ways. This is untrue because the perception of God/s in the different major religions are often too different to be reconciled and integrating the dieties of the different religion will also involve perverting the religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true for all major belief system making them mutually exclusive. In other words one cannot say, "I belief in Jesus' teachings but I also belief in Buddha's teachings" at the same time because both their teachings are essentially different from the other. You can't have your cake and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong here, &lt;em&gt;I'm not trying to say who's wrong or who's right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is similar to an arithmatic question, you can't decide to have two solutions to the same question; you have to choose one and stick with it, unless of course, you change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, just because we have different beliefs does not mean we can't respect one another. The key is to be understanding and patient with one another, forgiving a person if he unintentionally does something that is offensive against your belief. We also have to make a concious effort to learn about the religion of others' and respect them for what they believe in, afterall, we are all human and no one is inferior or superior just because of what they believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, the universal principle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All major religions teaches love and the other basic human morals. Love is the universal principle. Anything that teaches otherwise, that is to teach one to hate another human, are false and are destructive and potentially deadly. Maybe a good example would be the Sarin gas terrorist attack in Tokyo. Love is the only principle where all major beliefs can find common ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, let us honour our own beliefs by loving each other and living in peace with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Racial and Religious Harmony Day=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3417389645467712292?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3417389645467712292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3417389645467712292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3417389645467712292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3417389645467712292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/07/racial-religious-harmony-often.html' title='Racial &amp; Religious harmony, often misunderstood themes'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-7879708197890315396</id><published>2009-07-04T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:19:21.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capek...</title><content type='html'>Shalom!! Gue kan blog dalam bahasa indo yarh? Kalo gak tahu cemana baca yaaa.... Kasian de lo! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, akhirnya abang gue pergi ke auzzie. MERDEKA!!!! Kamar jadi milikku!! haha s'karang tilamnya mau ku buat apa ya? haha gurau aja deh. Tahun depan sudah giliranku untuk pergi. Tadi saya lihat rombongan farewell untuk abang sih, sedih juga yar, giliranku harus lebih meriah! Tapi, untuk sekarang gue mau rayakan merdeka gue dulu haha PARTY!!!! Makasih yar kor, selalu tolong saya=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu ini agak sebelin deh. Belum belajar benar-benaran lagi. Minggu depan sudah stel, harus belajar dengan sungguh-sungguh. Mate saya sudah mahu mati ini. aduh sebel amat.  Saya cuma boleh bekerja keras dan berdoa supaya Tuhan bantuin saya, kalo ngak, dah bables saya. Capek bener, gak dapat tunggu sampe boleh pergi ke gereja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesus, tolong bantu saya lebih rajin dan berdisiplin. Saya telah bertekad untuk membuat hidupku sebuah persembahan yang harum bagimu. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-7879708197890315396?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/7879708197890315396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=7879708197890315396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7879708197890315396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7879708197890315396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/07/capek.html' title='Capek...'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-1784946436080821191</id><published>2009-06-28T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:01:06.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is well with my soul</title><content type='html'>The new bgm music I chose for my blog, time and time again this song has picked me up and comforted me even through the most deepest sorrows and hardships. It always reminds me, eventhough I go through this suffering, it is only momentary. It will pass and it cannot harm my soul because God is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even more touched when recently I learned how this song was composed. It was written Horatio Spafford after several traumatic events in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was the death of his only son and that is followed by the great Chicago fire that ruined him financially and forced him to file for bankruptcy(he had been a successful lawyer). Two years later, the ship in which his wife and four daughters were in collided with another vessel and quickly sank, killing all four of his daughters. Shortly after, Spafford travelled to meet his grieving wife and on top of the waters where his daughters perished, he was inspired to write these lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When peace like a river, attendeth my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When sorrows like sea billows roll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever my lot, you have taught me to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is well with my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is well, with my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is well, it is well with my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let this blessed assurance control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that Christ has regarded my helpless estate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And has shed his own blood for my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sin, O the joy, of this glorious thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my sin, not in part, but the whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is nailed to the cross, I bear it no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! O, my soul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Lord, haste the day, when my faith shall be sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The clouds be rolled back as a scroll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The trump shall resound! And the Lord shall descend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even so, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it well with my soul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-1784946436080821191?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/1784946436080821191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=1784946436080821191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1784946436080821191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1784946436080821191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html' title='It is well with my soul'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-825951526568465474</id><published>2009-06-27T11:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:07:22.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home-made pop art'/><title type='text'>More Pop arts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351844471704214658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkWSMRURXII/AAAAAAAAB00/aJimsGC9nFw/s400/Turtle+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Meet Torvin's Uncle!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkWSM6d_zUI/AAAAAAAAB1M/xZjhcrAR4ok/s1600-h/pigs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351844482750860610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkWSM6d_zUI/AAAAAAAAB1M/xZjhcrAR4ok/s400/pigs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Psst swine flu is coming!" see Mark 5:11-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkWSMl72HKI/AAAAAAAAB1E/IE4eO2sfL7w/s1600-h/New+Picture+(4).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351844477238910114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkWSMl72HKI/AAAAAAAAB1E/IE4eO2sfL7w/s400/New+Picture+(4).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thus the birds were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkWSMjgiFoI/AAAAAAAAB08/GSe5ygAarDQ/s1600-h/Gold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351844476587480706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkWSMjgiFoI/AAAAAAAAB08/GSe5ygAarDQ/s400/Gold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yay! another Chinese word series! can you spot the chinese word? it has something to do with the verse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351844487819612786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkWSNNWe0nI/AAAAAAAAB1U/5ENUPq8QtEk/s400/New+Picture+(1).bmp" border="0" /&gt;I know that I alrd posted this pop art before but it was not as in a pop art post yet so here it is again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all the pop arts for now:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4188891536088488416-825951526568465474?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/825951526568465474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=825951526568465474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/825951526568465474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/825951526568465474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-pop-arts.html' title='More Pop arts!'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkWSMRURXII/AAAAAAAAB00/aJimsGC9nFw/s72-c/Turtle+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-4382220054964463815</id><published>2009-06-23T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:42:31.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar lesson at Wei Jie's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yeah! finally got guitar lessons from Wei Jie haha. Okay, so I am learning together with Bryan and we went to Wei Jie's house for the first time! haha was quite exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we saw that Wei Jie lived in a condo, we were quite surprised haha. Thought he would be living in a HDB flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkD3gteCFDI/AAAAAAAAB0o/IrfTJf98AnY/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350548498649584690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkD3gteCFDI/AAAAAAAAB0o/IrfTJf98AnY/s400/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from Wei Jie's house was SPECTACULAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkD3gI_1PrI/AAAAAAAAB0c/5pY0Uojuf5c/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350548488859238066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkD3gI_1PrI/AAAAAAAAB0c/5pY0Uojuf5c/s400/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unpacking the guitars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkD3f27J9DI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/6zLQF9qWWwY/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350548484007785522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkD3f27J9DI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/6zLQF9qWWwY/s400/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkD3fe5d0LI/AAAAAAAAB0E/v6Yk8HE81Ys/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350548477558247602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkD3fe5d0LI/AAAAAAAAB0E/v6Yk8HE81Ys/s400/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guitar hugger!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkD3e2dNIuI/AAAAAAAABz4/T45Ih6F2T7s/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350548466702295778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkD3e2dNIuI/AAAAAAAABz4/T45Ih6F2T7s/s400/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Guitar Huggers hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/4188891536088488416-4382220054964463815?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/4382220054964463815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=4382220054964463815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4382220054964463815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4382220054964463815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/06/guitar-lesson-at-wei-jies.html' title='Guitar lesson at Wei Jie&apos;s'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SkD3gteCFDI/AAAAAAAAB0o/IrfTJf98AnY/s72-c/DSC00375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-2684635401887371050</id><published>2009-06-15T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:09:46.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUTH CAMP 09!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha finally got back from AMKPC Youth Camp 09!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lots of fun:D I got to do many things that I've never done before, among them are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Play tchouk-ball&lt;br /&gt;2Stay up till 5 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;3Taupok Ben and Micah XD&lt;br /&gt;4Be Taupoked by Ben and Micah&lt;br /&gt;5Vacuumed up an entire plate of chin-chow into my mouth&lt;br /&gt;6Dreamt of being attacked by chin-chow(it was all black....(no Bryan, I'm not being racist))&lt;br /&gt;7Have maths lesson in the park (which I have a profound distaste for=__=)&lt;br /&gt;8Walk into a pole on my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so as you can see, I had a great time in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly of course, I got a deeper insight into the camp theme that is "By Faith". It was a good reminder for me of what faith truly is. It's not just a way of thinking or an inner state, it is something that has to be acted upon. As the Gospel writer puts it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, I'm quite surprised that they didn't use this verse throughtout the camp, I thought it was very relevant but oh well. I'm sure God had convicted the hearts of many during the camp as he did with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-2684635401887371050?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/2684635401887371050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=2684635401887371050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2684635401887371050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2684635401887371050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/06/youth-camp-09.html' title='YOUTH CAMP 09!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-8540935052336168583</id><published>2009-06-15T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:28:24.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant blog about Japan</title><content type='html'>Soooooooo sorry folks, I realize it is near impossible to post about Japan due to the ludicrous number of photos I have t upload 5-by-5 onto blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just upload it onto Facebook and if you're interested to look just see my facebook account. Or if you want me to send it to you via picassa then just tag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-8540935052336168583?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/8540935052336168583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=8540935052336168583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8540935052336168583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8540935052336168583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-blog-about-japan.html' title='Cant blog about Japan'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-4503053199285907340</id><published>2009-06-06T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:22:52.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've learnt</title><content type='html'>Foolish people&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to show others how "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wise and sophisticated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who refuses to admit &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will never be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who refuses to confess&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will never know &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who refuses to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will never be &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;understood&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and can never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; helped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who refuses to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;put to shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will never be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;glorified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who refuses to let others know&lt;br /&gt;how &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unlovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he is can &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;truly loved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who refuses to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;look foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will never&lt;br /&gt;be looked upon with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dies&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Sophistication &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;vanishes&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Glory &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;perishes&lt;/span&gt;, but love lasts &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; trusts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only in himself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only for himself,&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only by himself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by only himself,&lt;br /&gt;be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;utterly dissapointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; only in himself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hate everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; besides himself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;die &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;only by himself.&lt;br /&gt;There is little hope for such a person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-4503053199285907340?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/4503053199285907340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=4503053199285907340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4503053199285907340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4503053199285907340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-ive-learnt.html' title='Things I&apos;ve learnt'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-2818432932380307541</id><published>2009-06-01T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:31:29.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be posting about my Japan trip pretty soon, so keep a look out:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-2818432932380307541?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/2818432932380307541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=2818432932380307541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2818432932380307541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2818432932380307541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-be-posting-about-my-japan-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-8306526804812282346</id><published>2009-05-22T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:57:30.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/ShZUHaOojOI/AAAAAAAAA2M/g9NVUEWMvY8/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338546894570818786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/ShZUHaOojOI/AAAAAAAAA2M/g9NVUEWMvY8/s400/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BABY FOOD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha yeap, I just got some new "accesories" attached to my braces and it hurts like getting circumcised with a guillotine to chew. So, I'm forced to eat baby food for now until I get used to the pain. Aside from tasting, smelling and looking like yellowish mush, it's actually not that bad, I mean hey, it's nutritious and non-fattening right?=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha well, my results were just revealed to me today at school and it was quite appalling... It was okay for me to fail maths  but I didnt expect to get such bad grades for english. here are my grades:&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;          English: C5&lt;br /&gt;          E Maths: E8&lt;br /&gt;          A Maths: F9&lt;br /&gt;          Malay: B4&lt;br /&gt;          Chem: B4(MIRACLE)&lt;br /&gt;          Physics: C5&lt;br /&gt;          Lit/SS: A1&lt;br /&gt;L1R5: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... well, I thank God for my one A1 and I pray and work hard for more As. haha I was quite surprised when Mrs Ang announced that I scored the highest for Literature in the level and I don't really think I deserve it. The irony is that throughtout the exam period I didnt touch my Lit materials even once. And before the Humanities paper, while all the History and Geography people were busy mugging their final notes, I went up to them and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, time for me to do my Literature preparation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I sat down,&lt;br /&gt;and slept. haha oh well. I did that quite wisely since I have a curse of being dreadfully sleepy during the second paper which literature just happened to be. So due to the sleeping, I was wide awake during the lit paper=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yay going to Japan tmr quite excited. I only have one thing against the trip and that is that I would be missing 2 weeks of church:(..... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well enough crapping for today, signing of. God bless you alll!!!!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-8306526804812282346?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/8306526804812282346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=8306526804812282346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8306526804812282346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8306526804812282346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/05/crapping.html' title='Crapping'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/ShZUHaOojOI/AAAAAAAAA2M/g9NVUEWMvY8/s72-c/DSC00259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-5253872991429107837</id><published>2009-05-21T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:11:14.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeeelings, woahwoahwoah, feeeelings</title><content type='html'>"I don't think I like my wife anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan looked at his friend, furrowing his eyebrows,&lt;br /&gt;"Go home and love her,"&lt;br /&gt;"You don't understand, I have no feelings for her anymore, It's not what it used to be,"&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't ask you how you&lt;em&gt; felt &lt;/em&gt;about her, I asked you to go home and love her,"&lt;br /&gt;"But then I'd be emotionally dishonest to myself if I treat her that way when I don't feel the same way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan furrowed his eyebrows again and continued,&lt;br /&gt;"Robert, does your mother love you?"&lt;br /&gt;Robert was abit offended by this question,&lt;br /&gt;"Of course she does!" He answered&lt;br /&gt;"Well, a few weeks after she brought you home from the hospital you were screaming at the top of your voice in the middle of the night with dirty diapers and she had to wake up dog tired, trudge on the cold floor, change your miserable diapers and feed you a bottle-  did you think she really got a bang out of that?"&lt;br /&gt;"No..."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I think your mother was being emotionally dishonest to herself,"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-5253872991429107837?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/5253872991429107837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=5253872991429107837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5253872991429107837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5253872991429107837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeeelings-woahwoahwoah-feeeelings.html' title='Feeeelings, woahwoahwoah, feeeelings'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-8298495189578198994</id><published>2009-05-19T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:38:58.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Light of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently, I read a very meaningful poem in a book. It went something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night has a thousand eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the day has but one;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The light of the whole world dies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the setting of the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;very cheem but try to understand it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-8298495189578198994?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/8298495189578198994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=8298495189578198994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8298495189578198994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8298495189578198994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/05/light-of-world.html' title='The Light of the World'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-2822676023548505384</id><published>2009-05-14T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:29:01.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's OVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER</title><content type='html'>YEEEEESH Mid years is OVER!!!! SLACK TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha I wish, still got O lvls to prepare for although I'm not as crazy as SOME people who start revising the moment they got home from exams =___=&lt;br /&gt;I'll start revising during the second half of the first week of June hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper was the worst.... Killer A maths paper 2. Well, I studied the day before and in the morning. But before I went into the exam hall, I already accepted the fact that I was very likely to fail the paper, but I promised myself to give it my best and so I did. In the end it turned out exactly as I foresaw it sigh... worst 2 and a half hours of my life.  I'll polish my amath during the hols which is one thing I can look forward too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays I'll list out the highlights of my holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th May: NIHON TRIP&lt;br /&gt;That's right! You read correctly, I'm going to the land of the rising sun(I always wonder why they call it that). My mom suddenly decided to go to Japan today and is bringing me and my bro along, so dun forget to check out my blog when I return:D&lt;br /&gt;P.S. (pray I dun get swine flu &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th June: AMKPC YOUTH CAMP!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY cant wait for youth camp:D Although, it is abit of a bummer that it has to be held in a Secondary School but oh well, I'm sure it'll be fun. I guess they can't hold it elshewhere cuz of the flu threat(darn swines....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday: Church!&lt;br /&gt;haha I know this is abit dumb cuz it's not really a holiday highlight but church is always a highlight for me at any time:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HATE SWINE FLU!!!!! Let's all go kosher:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, time to have fun and after that MUUUUUUUUUUUUG from dawn to dusk. Can't wait to get the 'O's over and done with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-2822676023548505384?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/2822676023548505384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=2822676023548505384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2822676023548505384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2822676023548505384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-oveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer.html' title='It&apos;s OVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-8180164423047508558</id><published>2009-05-08T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:47:53.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYE</title><content type='html'>MID YEARSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha it's been the loooooooongest time since I last blogged haha. 4 days of exam has come and gone. english, malay, SS, Chemistry and Amaths paper 1.... and one more week to go!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I'll do well for maths this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmmm.... cant wait for the exams to end. Lately, I've been learning to slowly live my Christ in line with how God wants me to live. Learning Sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling very hypocritical, not practicing what I preach. God I hope this will change. I'm tired of living a double life.&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it is what you do when no one is around you that defines who you truly are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And sadly speaking, I'm not acting like how I ought to be. I will do my best to strive towards Christlikeness=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that aside, I finally entered in the captions to all the pictures in my malaysia trip pictures so go check it out if you were confused before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-8180164423047508558?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/8180164423047508558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=8180164423047508558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8180164423047508558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8180164423047508558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/05/mye.html' title='MYE'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-573879880700905056</id><published>2009-05-02T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:15:10.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss heaven, I miss His face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strange how I can miss a place and a person I've never seen before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-573879880700905056?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/573879880700905056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=573879880700905056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/573879880700905056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/573879880700905056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-heaven-i-miss-his-face.html' title=''/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-1164525962677893824</id><published>2009-04-24T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:56:48.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashmara</title><content type='html'>"Lord Emanias, please rise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With pleasure your Graces" bowed Emanias as he rose from his seat "Your Graces know of the affairs of the land, much trouble is boiling in central Antia,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With all due respect Lord Emanias, there is no problem in Antia other than that of your own fancy," The High Prophetess spoke in the lull of a song, through the breeze of her ornamented fan. "Honestly, if there was any trouble in Antia, the Sacrisanc council would have been informed eons ago through the messengers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lady Shardina, it is rude of you to interupt me whilst I was delivering my report. In any case, it appears that the prying eyes of your messengers have conveniently missed out the unrest in Antia, the state of the Nevians? There is great tension between the Ashmarans and Nevians,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am completely astonished that you would doubt my messengers and imply such an appaling thing! Honestly, Emanias, there is no ill will in me. Only the will of the Shaddai through the Shaddai's chosen ones the 4 Sancrosses(blessed forever)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We MUST send help to Antia NOW! Send forth Medics, Helpers and Guardsmen from the Cathedral of Apocalypse. The people are suffering and a civil war may start should we wait any longer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is preposterous Emanias! Sit down! Do not display such words and acts of contempt in the presence of the Sancrosses(blessed forever)! Our fine warriors should be reserved for times of war and we have even yet to verify you report," Suddenly concious of her tone, she continued "If anyone needs to be sent, we shall send the Strong-towers to terminate any trouble there might be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No more of this Lady Shar-"&lt;br /&gt;"Enough of this!" rang the crystal voices of the 4 Sancrosses in unison "Let there be no quarrel in our pressence and in the presence of the Shaddai"&lt;br /&gt;"My apologies you Graces, your servant begs your pardon."&lt;br /&gt;"You may continue with your report,"&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you your Graces, as I have said, we urgently need to send as many civil servants as possible to help and calm the people of Central Antia. And let there be peace making between the Nevians and Ashmarans,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a short moment, the Sancrosses gazed at each other, a silent discussion. Then they turned back and spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unfortunately, Lord Emanias, we cannot grant your request. We cannot verify the report you gave"&lt;br /&gt;"Your Graces! Do not treat your servant with such doubt. Go to Central Antia and see for yourself your Graces"&lt;br /&gt;"Enough is said Lord Emanias, please be seated. We refuse your request,"&lt;br /&gt;"Then so be it your Graces! I can see that the presence of the Shaddai has left the Hallowed Citadel. All ye Sacrisancs are corrupt with greed and power"&lt;br /&gt;"Enough Lord Emanias"&lt;br /&gt;"Ye Lords and Ladies pervert justice and distort the word of the Shaddai"&lt;br /&gt;"ENOUGH! Lest you be punished most severely!"&lt;br /&gt;"Enough? I hereby abdicate my place in the Sacrisanc council! This is no place to serve the Shaddai or even the people!" Emanias stripped off his divine diadem and tossed it to the ground where it shattered across the Grand Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How unfortunate that Lord Emanias should depart from us," Uttered Sancross Gamaliel&lt;br /&gt;"Indeed, very unfortunate" resounded the voices of the other three&lt;br /&gt;"The poor chap, he does not know what he is doing" whispered Lady Shardina, a sinister smile curled across her face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-1164525962677893824?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/1164525962677893824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=1164525962677893824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1164525962677893824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1164525962677893824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/04/ashmara.html' title='Ashmara'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-6560734362732470064</id><published>2009-04-17T19:16:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:14:02.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325618964063140674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehmO0IRO0I/AAAAAAAAAmE/UwOEFoVzdho/s400/23122008015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I just arrived and it's Christmas time in KL!!! look at all the fancy deco! They even had a sit on santa's lap session which we dun have in a certain childhood-deprived place, KIDDING haha but all the deco was still quite meaningless if you ask me. They did not have the first sillable of Christmas. Christmas in Singapore RAWKED.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehzCLLVutI/AAAAAAAAArU/yQpLY4-IpvA/s1600-h/IMG_2855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325633040562895570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehzCLLVutI/AAAAAAAAArU/yQpLY4-IpvA/s400/IMG_2855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325618967820311714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehmPCIDHKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/5HdkVaY2yKg/s400/24122008021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;FISH REFLEXIOLLOGY!! so fun! the feeling was like hundreds of little mouths nibbling on your feet. Haha , look at my bro's emaciated face. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326398963330323698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sesrov1QFPI/AAAAAAAAA08/YR1BGJgCxN0/s400/PIC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was an authentic Korean BBQ restaurant run by real Koreans. SUUUUPER nice:D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325650249206287266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiCr2XpS6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/N__hTsv_r_o/s400/PIC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and of course, how can you say you've been to KL without trying the famous Bak Kut Teh&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325619828558332034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehnBIn_AII/AAAAAAAAAms/fFt4kn4F9qM/s400/26122008030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;dun go to the kitchen though, or you might just lose your appetite:P&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325618973249877650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehmPWWjtpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/LQTdg8MCVI0/s400/24122008023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;CHRISTMAS DINNER!!!!!! By my mom no less!!! YUM!!! Roast Turkey with special stuffing and Lobster Angel's hair pasta.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325629336153944690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehvqjLa8nI/AAAAAAAAAqE/SMCzme1qLWY/s400/Christmas+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326403585647769074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sesv1zTm9fI/AAAAAAAAA2E/qL1XxhnpnsE/s400/Christmas+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A plate of turkey&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325630518734412642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehwvYok22I/AAAAAAAAAqs/iQnb50iZprw/s400/Christmas+2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Carving a work of art&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehzAfb_FZI/AAAAAAAAArE/gAI2ZG6MhDo/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325633011641685394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehzAfb_FZI/AAAAAAAAArE/gAI2ZG6MhDo/s400/Christmas+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and of course, which Christmas dinner would be complete without a log cake?:D&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sehwu81oA_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/Eq6Km9eI5sI/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325630511272952818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sehwu81oA_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/Eq6Km9eI5sI/s400/Christmas+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PRESENTS!!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha The next day we went to Cameron highlands. These are a few shots of it&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326389405869742962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sesi8bhFG3I/AAAAAAAAA00/js9HRqKtx2Q/s400/PIC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the lobby of the hotel we stayed in&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326403576028107250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sesv1PeGkfI/AAAAAAAAA1s/RaIi3T2Ggno/s400/IMG_2898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the hotel buildings&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325619837290414354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehnBpJ4ARI/AAAAAAAAAnE/qCDYIlUy3Dw/s400/27122008034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then we went to a tea plantation. IT WAS MESMERIZING&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seh1UvZFjpI/AAAAAAAAAr0/H-QzooH50Cg/s1600-h/IMG_2907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325635558545133202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seh1UvZFjpI/AAAAAAAAAr0/H-QzooH50Cg/s400/IMG_2907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326389400837969714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sesi8IxaVzI/AAAAAAAAA0k/0ap4RDZgV38/s400/PIC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;then we went to this place FILLED with flowers and we could have teas and muffins among them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325651195295950290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiDi60_5dI/AAAAAAAAAu0/h33N_rkx57g/s400/PIC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326403580762966818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sesv1hG-yyI/AAAAAAAAA18/GCPXa4OktmE/s400/IMG_2888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326403579011221442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sesv1alVR8I/AAAAAAAAA10/xrnAGQLnWvM/s400/IMG_2893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehzCqZ7CpI/AAAAAAAAArk/woZpRvCT0TI/s1600-h/IMG_2892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325633048945560210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehzCqZ7CpI/AAAAAAAAArk/woZpRvCT0TI/s400/IMG_2892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;afterwards we went to a rose garden.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sehpo2VJquI/AAAAAAAAAnU/DcS0vBXeI88/s1600-h/27122008040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325622709865523938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sehpo2VJquI/AAAAAAAAAnU/DcS0vBXeI88/s400/27122008040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roses are red&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehnBza0ZTI/AAAAAAAAAnM/uOnw1OfKECI/s1600-h/27122008037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325619840045835570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehnBza0ZTI/AAAAAAAAAnM/uOnw1OfKECI/s400/27122008037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and pink &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325619831942437826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehnBVO0W8I/AAAAAAAAAm0/c9pVtAoZHgQ/s400/27122008035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and white&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehppdsfTzI/AAAAAAAAAnk/JHKGJmhG5_U/s1600-h/27122008046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325622712587372514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehppAeFx-I/AAAAAAAAAnc/juohpe0rmhE/s400/27122008044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and blue and indigo and violet:D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325622720432394034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehppdsfTzI/AAAAAAAAAnk/JHKGJmhG5_U/s400/27122008046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then it's the bee farm buzzbuzz&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326389397726129490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sesi79LfbVI/AAAAAAAAA0c/esjMvplxEkQ/s400/PIC_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the bee's home, each of those boxes got a queen. haha reminds me of the line from "Bee Movie": "That's no Queen! It's a guy in a dress! It's a drag queen...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325651203109648994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiDjX77emI/AAAAAAAAAvU/qYi3i3tqcHk/s400/PIC_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the bees it's the birds!!! nah it's the butterflies&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325622726298234162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehppzjA7TI/AAAAAAAAAn0/tZk1rTho7eI/s400/27122008048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehsanSHfDI/AAAAAAAAAoE/c1P4hza4dU8/s1600-h/27122008051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325625763842980914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehsanSHfDI/AAAAAAAAAoE/c1P4hza4dU8/s400/27122008051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the butterflies here are really friendly! either that or they have completely lost the will to live...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325635563988456850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seh1VDq4FZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/eLJKiz5tcG4/s400/IMG_2914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They got snakes too!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326389393702742402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sesi7uMPaYI/AAAAAAAAA0U/6cePk0LmyLE/s400/PIC_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehsaQjZYsI/AAAAAAAAAn8/FJ76l4qtEeI/s1600-h/27122008050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325625757741441730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehsaQjZYsI/AAAAAAAAAn8/FJ76l4qtEeI/s400/27122008050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We even got to see a butterfly struggling to get out of its coccoon, so cool.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325651199058241810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiDjI1_6RI/AAAAAAAAAvE/lzvYYPfHkGo/s400/PIC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After that we had dinner at a local steamboat place the view was gorgeous&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325627326723550706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seht1ld4bfI/AAAAAAAAAo0/g4WOUtwv8D0/s400/27122008061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;after that we went to Smokey's, a rustic style hotel come restaurant openned by the westerners who once settled here. It was really homey and really nice&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seht1Y3OAUI/AAAAAAAAAos/FOrllXYrG9U/s1600-h/27122008060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325627323340161346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seht1Y3OAUI/AAAAAAAAAos/FOrllXYrG9U/s400/27122008060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seht1O_i5QI/AAAAAAAAAok/dwcG5VCMBSk/s1600-h/27122008058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325627320690730242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seht1O_i5QI/AAAAAAAAAok/dwcG5VCMBSk/s400/27122008058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehsbAN8TzI/AAAAAAAAAoc/IEQpYnyCtbI/s1600-h/27122008056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325625770536357682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehsbAN8TzI/AAAAAAAAAoc/IEQpYnyCtbI/s400/27122008056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehsbMzWqqI/AAAAAAAAAoU/2pA7FVtLGS8/s1600-h/27122008055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325625773914499746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehsbMzWqqI/AAAAAAAAAoU/2pA7FVtLGS8/s400/27122008055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sehsa2EboQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/hJ8AgDnKHoQ/s1600-h/27122008054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325625767812112642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sehsa2EboQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/hJ8AgDnKHoQ/s400/27122008054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were waiting here for ONE HOUR for a table, thankfully the scenery was good and the food was.........mouthwatering, I ordered roast lamb shank in french style I think&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325638865669076450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seh4VPY4NeI/AAAAAAAAAsU/d0RNSytSeAA/s400/IMG_2951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;haha the BB guys will love the next pic&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325627329739716162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seht1ws_dkI/AAAAAAAAAo8/auf8A8GhjfY/s400/27122008063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326398982280446722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sesrp2bUAwI/AAAAAAAAA1c/LL9aReuck6w/s400/IMG_2968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then it was time to go to our hotel, another rustic hotel aptly named......Bala's!! no pun intended&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seh-mc7XXhI/AAAAAAAAAtU/_N1Opy7Ho6w/s1600-h/IMG_2989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325645758430928402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seh-mc7XXhI/AAAAAAAAAtU/_N1Opy7Ho6w/s400/IMG_2989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seh-l3QbCZI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_qTHG6FA8eM/s1600-h/IMG_2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325645748318701970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seh-l3QbCZI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_qTHG6FA8eM/s400/IMG_2970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the hotel was reeeeeallly nice, all of us were staying in small houses&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325638875272573442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seh4VzKh8gI/AAAAAAAAAsk/R9c51j1pt3o/s400/IMG_2957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325652485418021106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiEuA6EcPI/AAAAAAAAAvk/kihu_sIV0Ns/s400/PIC_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seh4WUrGFRI/AAAAAAAAAs0/6Oew94RKPPs/s1600-h/IMG_2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325638884267529490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seh4WUrGFRI/AAAAAAAAAs0/6Oew94RKPPs/s400/IMG_2967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sehuf7zL01I/AAAAAAAAAps/qR4t5hKtCeM/s1600-h/27122008076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325628054272987986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sehuf7zL01I/AAAAAAAAAps/qR4t5hKtCeM/s400/27122008076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Scones were SUBLIME, add milk tea and a table atop of a hill and it's PERFECT.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehufmSUd3I/AAAAAAAAApk/FZ63ZEwmHDo/s1600-h/27122008071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325628048497997682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehufmSUd3I/AAAAAAAAApk/FZ63ZEwmHDo/s400/27122008071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sehufakj8rI/AAAAAAAAApc/aCpnNs47qHQ/s1600-h/27122008069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325628045353284274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sehufakj8rI/AAAAAAAAApc/aCpnNs47qHQ/s400/27122008069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehufAN0y5I/AAAAAAAAApU/3MgHSCByQeU/s1600-h/27122008068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325628038278597522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehufAN0y5I/AAAAAAAAApU/3MgHSCByQeU/s400/27122008068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehuewOG9YI/AAAAAAAAApM/fU6PaebgaJo/s1600-h/27122008067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325628033984820610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehuewOG9YI/AAAAAAAAApM/fU6PaebgaJo/s400/27122008067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seht2IONzBI/AAAAAAAAApE/3zJEbzVUSBE/s1600-h/27122008066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325627336053083154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Seht2IONzBI/AAAAAAAAApE/3zJEbzVUSBE/s400/27122008066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Cameron Highlands we headed to Penang but made a quick pitstop at Ipoh. I dunno but the sky in Ipoh was unnaturally blue. It was beautiful but weird somehow&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325652490448770130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiEuTpflFI/AAAAAAAAAv0/HUlOZ81TaBo/s400/PIC_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Of course, we tried the famed Ipoh horfun. It was NOTHING like Singapore one. I didnt particularly like it cuz of it's slimeyness and the thick sweet and pungent sauce.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326385953176877442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesfzdO8-YI/AAAAAAAAA0M/VyZV4enA_mQ/s400/PIC_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325653438456569874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiFlfQKoBI/AAAAAAAAAwE/JzV-Wpnf9IM/s400/PIC_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Penang bridge, ooh the next pic is super funny.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326385943532225010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sesfy5TfQfI/AAAAAAAAAz8/v-oiGUuaPZ0/s400/PIC_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Specially dedicated for wimps!!!!! look out, that guy at table 5 looks like he's about to give you a wedgie!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326398979168903266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sesrpq1doGI/AAAAAAAAA1U/p25hIqHK23k/s400/IMG_3007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;we stayed at a hotel called "g hotel" the name is just g&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325629330121869874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehvqMtQyjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/IFtScQE8i5A/s400/28122008084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That night, we went to a local hawker centre to try out all the local delicacies such as Kway Teow, Laksa, Satay and so on. This particular shot was taken at a Lok Lok shop. beats S'pore hawkers hands down!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326385946528886418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesfzEd8rpI/AAAAAAAAA0E/KQ7YNAMQuBY/s400/PIC_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Next day we went to some clan house. AS expected they got plenty of traditional and antique cheena stuff in there and some pretty scary pictures as well. I think Jordon would love this place:p&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325653437239169954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiFlat6k6I/AAAAAAAAAwU/Ruj3pQ9kJ68/s400/PIC_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiCrubr84I/AAAAAAAAAuU/apn0B0KVf8E/s1600-h/IMG_3066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325650247075754882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiCrubr84I/AAAAAAAAAuU/apn0B0KVf8E/s400/IMG_3066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay! this is more of my kind of thing! The St George's Cathedral, it was beautiful&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326398970253902850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesrpJn9hAI/AAAAAAAAA1E/pP_hVM_FVsg/s400/IMG_3055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325629334323251234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehvqcW8yCI/AAAAAAAAAp8/3taDzvPKkjw/s400/30122008093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325653440643816418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiFlnZpW-I/AAAAAAAAAwk/VHgyh0T9KQQ/s400/PIC_0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then, we headed towards the fruit farm, and on the way, stopped by this waterfall&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiItLygzJI/AAAAAAAAAxE/s0tUrVH_-C8/s1600-h/PIC_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325656861875628946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiIswe365I/AAAAAAAAAw0/fMC2F2wycm8/s400/PIC_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fruits! so much fruits!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325647567897868610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiAPxt5uUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/G3K_IbznWG4/s400/IMG_3021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325656869205757074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiItLygzJI/AAAAAAAAAxE/s0tUrVH_-C8/s400/PIC_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;His royal Highness!! The King of Fruits!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326385942334546962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sesfy018JBI/AAAAAAAAAz0/VB5FBDE2wCQ/s400/PIC_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The cactus fruit&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325647578535496514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiAQZWHC0I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Yowh-wzdf-I/s400/IMG_3038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree cursed by Jesus or rather, it's great great great great great great great great great great great great grand nephew's great great great great great great grandchild&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326398974282410642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesrpYobqpI/AAAAAAAAA1M/rIkRRUwczbo/s400/IMG_3041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fruit buffet!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326385940922692546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesfyvlU88I/AAAAAAAAAzs/sjm_WtvvjAs/s400/PIC_0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fruit Juice!!! they had this strange red fruit which looked like a sharpe-edged paprika but is as small as a cherry, when they blended it with together with the other fruits the taste was so fresh and tropical&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325657917668381586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiJqNne05I/AAAAAAAAAxU/VrXyS-K4A74/s400/PIC_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then we went to another butterfly farm in Penang. the butterflies here had more life though haha&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiAQzsVHUI/AAAAAAAAAuE/EXe6SVRPHH8/s1600-h/IMG_3042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325647585608015170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiAQzsVHUI/AAAAAAAAAuE/EXe6SVRPHH8/s400/IMG_3042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sehlz6a5JDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Ty8obDQNbts/s1600-h/01012008088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325618501895398450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sehlz6a5JDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Ty8obDQNbts/s400/01012008088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325657915774910690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiJqGkCwOI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ONf73J0N3hI/s400/PIC_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehlzhItxJI/AAAAAAAAAlc/U3x6A8ub0d0/s1600-h/01012008087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325618495108269202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehlzhItxJI/AAAAAAAAAlc/U3x6A8ub0d0/s400/01012008087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesdSrrJ2NI/AAAAAAAAAzk/SCpuP0CFU6M/s1600-h/PIC_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383191094319314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesdSrrJ2NI/AAAAAAAAAzk/SCpuP0CFU6M/s400/PIC_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look it's my distant cousin!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesdSltzoCI/AAAAAAAAAzc/1ci1Divhp7A/s1600-h/PIC_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383189494833186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesdSltzoCI/AAAAAAAAAzc/1ci1Divhp7A/s400/PIC_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and these are Ben's distant cousins haha&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325659243138154002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiK3XYGfhI/AAAAAAAAAyE/3vWksevza8U/s400/PIC_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesdSVFtrjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/FtARuJFfN6I/s1600-h/PIC_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383185031704114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesdSVFtrjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/FtARuJFfN6I/s400/PIC_0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is that a tribes person? or an insect? you decide&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiJqnPTFJI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bo6BaOnc5V0/s1600-h/PIC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325657924546270354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiJqnPTFJI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bo6BaOnc5V0/s400/PIC_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325659246780929250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiK3k8m1OI/AAAAAAAAAyc/YzJ7R0aNajI/s400/PIC_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;haha just a fun shot outside the farm. We even bought this Beautiful encased butterfly which is at my house now&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325660442008315442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SeiL9JhBZjI/AAAAAAAAAys/mAZg29GH7sE/s400/PIC_0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After that we went to the toy museum. They had all sorts of toys! new and old. My brother and I even saw alot of toys we used to play with when we were children! the nostalgia....sigh....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesdSUw29NI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ACgq08wKOyM/s1600-h/PIC_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383184944231634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesdSUw29NI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ACgq08wKOyM/s400/PIC_0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesdSCygkyI/AAAAAAAAAzE/xPFumK9O_eo/s1600-h/PIC_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383180119315234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SesdSCygkyI/AAAAAAAAAzE/xPFumK9O_eo/s400/PIC_0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325618504070852786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sehl0Chj8LI/AAAAAAAAAls/1iVduIeHGSQ/s400/01012008089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gawsh... I used to have at least 4/5 of these when I was younger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that brings us to the end of the Malaysia trip and a start of a new year!! Happy NEw YEar!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-6560734362732470064?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/6560734362732470064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=6560734362732470064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/6560734362732470064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/6560734362732470064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/04/malaysia-trip.html' title='Malaysia Trip'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SehmO0IRO0I/AAAAAAAAAmE/UwOEFoVzdho/s72-c/23122008015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-7879840181495004126</id><published>2009-04-17T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:14:05.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I gaze upon my fallen lords</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;I gaze upon my fallen lords&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;at all my chains and idols&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;all fallen to the holy sword&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;The crimson battlefield&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;whence my lords were slain&lt;br /&gt;whence to my true Lord I yield&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;Now lift up this diadem of praise&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;And crown the Lord of Life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;That saved us through His grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;~&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: EN-MYfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;haha super random and I think many ppl wont understand &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-7879840181495004126?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/7879840181495004126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=7879840181495004126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7879840181495004126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7879840181495004126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-gaze-upon-my-fallen-lords.html' title='I gaze upon my fallen lords'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-5884247193685335938</id><published>2009-04-17T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:56:41.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver, Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>Yays! my choir got silver for syf haha. After 4 years... we finally achieved a silver. Well, I guess this makes conducting the choir and for 2 years worth it. I thank all my choirmates who gave it their best for the performance:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha in any case, this week has been somewhat interesting. Aside from syf on wednesday, itturns out that Sern's house is being renovated, so he'll be staying over with me for a week. haha we've had a few days of extreme mugging lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-5884247193685335938?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/5884247193685335938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=5884247193685335938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5884247193685335938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5884247193685335938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/04/silver-woohoo.html' title='Silver, Woohoo!'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3306674568781496970</id><published>2009-04-11T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:15:12.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The holy week so far</title><content type='html'>I'm one day late but HAPPY GOOD FRIDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha had a wonderful time at the Presbyterian Good Friday convention yesterday, bumped into Jethro. Didn't know he was Presbyterian lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I actually wanted to post about today. I woke up at 6.30 today to do some quiet time with God in the garden underneath my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going on behalf of some frens that I invited to church. I brought the petition before God that He'd bring them to church. and after that I read the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered me in a way I'd nvr expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I landed on some psalms of David  crying out to God to answer his prayers. I could identify with him until the emo parts where he started saying "I'm being dragged down to the grave" and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then something amazing happened. I flipped and landed on John, the part where Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead. It was a familiar passage, and I had read it quite a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary had sent a message to Jesus "the one you love is sick"&lt;br /&gt;when Jesus heard the news, he stayed where he was a few days more before finally visiting Lazarus. By that time, Lazarus was already dead.&lt;br /&gt;The two sisters, Martha then Mary, came to Jesus to tell him what happened. The amazing part was that, neither of them blamed him for not coming to heal their brother. In fact, they put their trust in Jesus' power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment I felt a tug at my heart, and when I reached the sentence "Jesus wept" water started coming out of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, tears just started flowing, and I couldnt stop. It was the  first time I honestly cried in ages. Then Jesus said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did I not tell you that if you believed, you would see the glory of God?" I knew He was going to act on my prayer. He also said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father I thank you that you have heard me. I knew you always hear me" I know that God is listening to my prayers and cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on tearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the final moment came "Lazarus, come out!" and the dead man came out. The next line Jesus said, really struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take off the grave clothes and let him go" I could feel my soul saying these very lines to satan regarding my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them go, let them go. I had to control my crying tho since a lady was there. I decided to go back up to my flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment I knew, that whether my friends actually accept my invitation, God will still save them. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3306674568781496970?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3306674568781496970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3306674568781496970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3306674568781496970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3306674568781496970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-week-so-far.html' title='The holy week so far'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-6434728171677871136</id><published>2009-04-09T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:24:37.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song: Set The World On Fire</title><content type='html'>No, it's not a death metal song about a crazy arsonist. It's a Christian song sang by Britt Nicole that really touched me. Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;set the world on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until it's burning bright for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's everything that I desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can I be the one that You use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, I, am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, You are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;big enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, I, am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weak &lt;/span&gt;but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, You are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strong enough&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my dreams&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;give them wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing I can not do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feed the hungry children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And reach across the Father's land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tell the broken there is healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mercy&lt;/span&gt; in the Father's hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, I, am small but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, You, are big enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, I, am weak but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, You, are strong enough to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take my dreams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come and give them wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord with You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing I cannot do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; hands, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;feet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; life, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;use me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-6434728171677871136?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/6434728171677871136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=6434728171677871136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/6434728171677871136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/6434728171677871136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-set-world-on-fire.html' title='Song: Set The World On Fire'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-438954964360379454</id><published>2009-04-02T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:35:11.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My soul arrived for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life's first cry as I entered the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the beauty of a pearl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;engraved by the hands above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My soul is empty for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this land so dry, so much pain surround&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me as I walk, I hear a sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that calls me to His side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still so much time to choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time to laugh and time to loose myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having an entire lifetime to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My spirit's high for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so high I could touch the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm touching heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with Christ here by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still so much time to loose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time waste and time to seek forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I only have this lifetime to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My spirit's dry for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the journey's long and I'm not feeling strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need your strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't fight this on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't have the time to loose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time to waste or time to loose yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you only have this lifetime to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm at death's door for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the battle's long but I'm nearing the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and very soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be at my father's side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't have the time to loose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time to waste or time to loose yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nearing the end of the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be here forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n'er again will sorrow and pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take hold of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;within my Saviour's arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now is the time to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time to lead a life of love in Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now that you've got eternity to live&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/4188891536088488416-438954964360379454?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/438954964360379454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=438954964360379454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/438954964360379454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/438954964360379454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-moment.html' title='For a moment'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3295521077577468805</id><published>2009-04-02T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:53:37.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Dentist's drill (II)</title><content type='html'>Paaaaaaaaaaaaain.............&lt;br /&gt;It's like my mouth has been locked in an iron maiden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got my anchors(back braces) and they huuuuuurt. It's like the feeling of taking a grater and start rubbing it inside your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for the appointment too. I had thought that the appointment was at 4pm and it turns out to be 3pm. I think the dentist made it extra painful for wasting her time haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I have to bear with this pain for an entire year=__= everytime I chew...... you can imagine. all for the sake of my impacted teeth and also for straighter teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, I will trust in God to help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3295521077577468805?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3295521077577468805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3295521077577468805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3295521077577468805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3295521077577468805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/04/under-dentists-drill-ii.html' title='Under the Dentist&apos;s drill (II)'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3464624523397336502</id><published>2009-03-26T21:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:33:26.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A World That Enjoys Hurting Itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/ScuJrJtOt5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/JLrW79W30fU/s1600-h/sorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317495159474010002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/ScuJrJtOt5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/JLrW79W30fU/s400/sorrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;Wherever I look nowadays, I find people emoing. Even my closest Christian friends have been drowning themselves in sorrows and anxiety. I admit, even I myself do that sometimes. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;I'm convinced that we are living in a world that enjoys hurting itself. Smoking, drugs, self-mutilation, fornication, these are all the ways people enjoy hurting themselves. to the extent that they boast to each other of their own suffering. I’ve heard people saying "I have been through much more pain than you" or "you don't understand the pain I'm going through". A generation that enjoys wallowing in despair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;Sometimes I also tell others “woah my class is so stressful...” or “woah I have to wake up so early every morning...” then I would wonder: Why am I saying this? Is it just to relieve stress? Or am I actually boasting about it. Don’t other people go through nearly the same thing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;Why do we not tell others about it and put on a facade when we are in pain? I will now reveal the ugly side, it's because we enjoy it. We enjoy it when we suffer, I will list several reasons I sometimes do this and I’m sure I’m not alone. It makes us feel special, it makes us feel important so that others should pay attention to us. If that's not the reason then it's because then we feel superior to others because we feel we have more burdens than them. And if that's still not the reason then it's because we have someone to blame. We make ourselves "MARTYRS" and then say that society is putting it on us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;All lies. So what if I can suffer more? I am just boasting that I am silly enough to put on myself more than I can carry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;This is wrong. It is so wrong. How could God's people, the people He Himself handpicked to carry the Joy of Heaven into earth, be drowned in sorrow and anxiety? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;It doesn't make sense.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;Why are the people who carry the Joy of Heaven so easily put down by the things of Earth? Why if we have received the gift of eternal life are we still afraid of the people and circumstances around us?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;It is RIDICULOUS.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;Sometimes I fear that if I do not live up to the expectations of the people around me, I would be a bad vessel of the Gospel? Is that it? So instead of showing them I am not strong enough to break my limits I show them that I am a push over subjected to judgement? Am I not already free from the ultimate judgement? Then why fear the judgement of man? I must remember that God is sovereign and will still draw people towards Himself even though I am weak.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;If you ever find yourselves in my shoes, brothers in Christ, do not allow yourself to be drowned in sorrows. For the sake of yourself and for the people you want to reach out to, DONT. I do not think it is very attractive if all we have to offer is a bunch of weeping martyrs who keep a mask of happiness? Let your love and joy be evident to all. Be Joyful always. Even when we are sad we still can be joyful because we have a hope of a better tomorrow. The hope that Jesus gives us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY"&gt;And to those who are not Christian, please. There is SO MUCH MORE to life than sorrow. look past your sorrows and find that other things can give you fulfilment besides suffering.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3464624523397336502?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3464624523397336502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3464624523397336502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3464624523397336502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3464624523397336502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/03/world-that-enjoys-hurting-itself.html' title='A World That Enjoys Hurting Itself'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/ScuJrJtOt5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/JLrW79W30fU/s72-c/sorrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-7479063929630467331</id><published>2009-03-25T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:06:33.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice</title><content type='html'>The child tugged at the ropes and asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do I know it is you Lord?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; sheep&lt;/span&gt; listen to my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;voice&lt;/span&gt;; I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; them, and they &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;follow&lt;/span&gt; me. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; them &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eternal life&lt;/span&gt;, and they &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shall never perish&lt;/span&gt;; no one can &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;snatch&lt;/span&gt; them out of my hand."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-7479063929630467331?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/7479063929630467331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=7479063929630467331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7479063929630467331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7479063929630467331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/03/voice.html' title='Voice'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3399415926638943722</id><published>2009-03-23T21:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:47:40.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kingdom of Wumbada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once upon a time there was the kingdom of Wumbada. The Wumbadites were very happy people. One day, there was news spreading around the city about the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;obscenely huge killer ponies &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;approaching the kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316382094475314498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SceVWPdyxUI/AAAAAAAAAk8/tpKp9-VX9rU/s400/obscenely+huge+killer+pony.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the Wumbadites were terrified. They had heard stories of how the killer ponies can wipe away entire cities with a swish of their blonde ribbon braided tail. And how with it's twinkly eye it could turn peoples into lollipops, eat them and fart them out as gamma radiating rainbows. And now it was on it's way to Wumbada! how terrible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was one hope however. Legend has it that there was a certain elusive, magical, radiant &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;golden banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that once eaten would make the eater invulnerable to all the attacks of the obscenely huge killer ponies. This magical Golden Banana was worth faaaaar more than any diamond or gem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316382098410470498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SceVWeIAfGI/AAAAAAAAAlE/-hVm_gj5S0A/s400/cartoon_banana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There was one problem however, nobody has ever found the golden banana and nobody knows how or where to find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There was one Wumbadite boy though who was determined to find some golden bananas to save himself and his family. So off he went with the permission of his parents to search far and wide for the golden banana. He went around from wise man to wise man, from library to library, searching for clues as to how he could save himself from the killer ponies. Some of the wise men were really strange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some of them said that you had to Plant as many banana trees as you can and eat 5000 bronze bananas and 5000 silver bananas from those trees without eating a SINGLE rotten banana then you would stand a chance to find a Golden Banana. Bronze and Silver bananas were not too hard to find if you're looking for one or two, but that much was quite impossible to find or eat for that matter. Their worth pales in comparison with that of a Golden banana though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some of them said that everyone was once a monkey and had eaten lots and lots of rotten bananas so they couldnt find the Golden Banana. Apparently, one man had been able to get rid of all his past rotten bananas by planting and eating even more bronze and silver bananas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some also said that there was no need to find a Golden Banana because everyone is a Golden Banana and the Golden Banana is within everyone. You must look within yourself and find your inner banana, then you must do the banana dance a million times to transcend itno bananaland and then groom the eternal Banana tree and it will give you a Golden Banana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some even said that you had to attain a state of bananahood where you become one with the Great Banana Tree and you your self turn &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Into a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;banana. You must concentrate real hard till you think of nothing else but bananas to get bananahooded then the ponies won't harm you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Still some said there are no Golden bananas and no killer ponies and that everyone's father was a butt-scratching monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The boy noticed something queer about all the wisemen. They were all very wise but they all kept talking about people who had found the Golden banana and ways to find it but none of them have seemed to actually find it for themselves. So he decided to continue with his search. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One day the boy was stopped by a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Hullo I heard you are looking for Golden Bananas?" asked the man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Yes I am. Do you know anything about them?" asked the boy drearily, expecting to hear another long winded story of people who had found the Golden banana and ways to get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I know where to get the Golden Bananas, would you like to know?" The boy's eyes&lt;br /&gt;brightenened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Yes! What must I do to get one? Should I plant a banana tree?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"You do not have to do anything, I have planted all the Golden banana trees. All you have to do is eat it. Come, follow me" The man answered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Confused but curious, the boy followed. When he did, he found himself in a HUUUUUGE Banana plantation, but the bananas here were strange. They were more beautiful and looked more luscious than any other fruit he had ever seen. Whole bunches of bananas shone Golden colour under the sun. The boy couldnt believe it, he knew without a doubt that these were the elusive Golden bananas. All this time he had been searching so hard for the Golden bananas and now trees of them were right in front of him. The boy wondered if the man would give him some of the bananas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"These are the golden bananas" the man said "Please, give me some of the Golden bananas" the boy begged &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There is only one condition if you want a Golden Banana" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What is it?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You have to give me all your silver and bronze bananas, even the rotten ones."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boy was shocked, although the Golden banana was worth so much more than the silver and bronze bananas, he still liked the bananas he had. But the boy grit his teeth. For the sake of his mission, he traded all his inferior bananas for the Golden one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The magic of the banana is that it is only possible to eat it once and then you will be forever immune to the killer ponies but take as many as you can" said the man "and give them to as many people as would receive them. Tell them to come here and pay me the same price you have paid. Another magic in the banana is that you will not be able to eat it until you surrender all your other bananas. Be fast, the obscenely huge killer ponies are coming soon!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boy then peeled one banana and ate it. Instantly, he felt a change in him and he knew whatever killer ponies would not be able to harm him anymore. he thanked the man, took a whole bunch of bananas and ran back to all the wise men to give some to them. To his astonishment however, the wise men mocked him and laughed at him. They said his Golden bananas were fake. All these years they've been working and have not attained the Golden banana, how could the boy in such a short time get it? This was the same case for many of the other people in the kingdom. But many of people the people also believed and took a Golden banana and ate it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Of course, soon the obscenely huge killer ponies arrived and destroyed the town and all those who didnt eat the golden banana were turned into lollipops and farted out into rainbows. Only the boy and those who ate the Golden bananas survived. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316382104546809170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SceVW0_BlVI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jFGRodd5F2M/s400/4_Cole_Thomas_The_Course_of_Empire_Destruction_1836d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so, they witnessed the destruction of the city. Everyone was tremendously sad that many people had not believed their story and ate the Golden banana. The ponies were still prancing about the devastated city looking for more lollipops to eat. Suddenly, the man who owned the banana plantation appeared and said to all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"These obscenely huge killer ponies have been rampaging for too long. We must rid this world of them." Then he took a banana launcher and Blasted all the ponies to smitherines with Golden Bananas. He told all those who had eaten the Golden Banana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You all are wise to have eaten the Golden banana. Now you can all live in a new world free of the fear of the obscenely huge killer ponies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so it was, everyone rejoced that the dreaded ponies are finally gone and they lived happilly ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3399415926638943722?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3399415926638943722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3399415926638943722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-4188891536088488416.post-7053258386556458692</id><published>2009-03-20T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:06:09.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Dentist's drill (I)</title><content type='html'>Arrgh.... so...much...blood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, did the dentist install a raspberry syrup factory in my mouth or something?&lt;br /&gt;Just had 2 of my teeth extracted. I'm gonna be gettng braces and had to have 4 of my teeth removed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said modern tooth extraction is completely painless, well, he lied. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I first entered the room I was realistically expecting a not pain free but sophisticated and civilised extraction, none of that yanking out your tooth procedures that is often portrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first he took out a reeeeeeeally scary needle of anaesthetics that hurt like ten degrees of hell. no problem, I'll just clench the arm rest hard and hope it doesn't break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the extraction would be the dentist loosening my teeth gently with some high-tech tool or drug and when it was loose enough, simply pluck it out, But when he took out the PLYERS, that's it I wanted refund. but I didnt, anyways, he started twisting and turning my teeth till I heard several crack sounds and dislodged the tooth. Ouch... and that's not the end yet, I still have another tooth to extract and even then it's not over. I have to return tomorrow for a second round of extraction. God help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am with two gaping holes in my mouth biting a piece of tissue expecting the next round of extractions. oh well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-7053258386556458692?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/7053258386556458692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=7053258386556458692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7053258386556458692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7053258386556458692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/03/under-dentists-drill-i.html' title='Under the Dentist&apos;s drill (I)'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-6832131060671837275</id><published>2009-03-20T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:37:17.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SF guys outing</title><content type='html'>haha, the SF guys had an outing last wednesday and it was AWESOME!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;we went for dinner at Pepper Lunch and then went to watch Witch Mountain in Shaw house. The movie was OkAy~ but I'm sure everyone enjoyed the fellowship:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I went with Mig Hui to the Japanese supermarket and helped ourselves to the free buffet~ sweet~! Call me cheap, the food was still goodXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie Ming Hui, Micah, Bryan and I stayed behind and chilled out at Starbucks. I have no idea how we came to talk about gay bars and ass slapping ut that's beside the point=___+. Anyways, it was fun hanging out at Starbucks, it was quite late so we were pretty much the only customers left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we finally decided to go home but guess what?? Bryan and Micah decided to stay over at my place. Oh well, and so it was. I think we stayed up till around 3am... maaaan was tired. haha was a great outing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-6832131060671837275?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/6832131060671837275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=6832131060671837275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/6832131060671837275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/6832131060671837275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/03/sf-guys-outing.html' title='SF guys outing'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-4916008610912901725</id><published>2009-03-19T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:01:01.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the turtles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/ScHfiOe1E3I/AAAAAAAAAkY/xd6Ah7Ewue0/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314774814369846130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/ScHfiOe1E3I/AAAAAAAAAkY/xd6Ah7Ewue0/s400/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-4916008610912901725?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/4916008610912901725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=4916008610912901725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4916008610912901725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4916008610912901725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/03/meet-turtles.html' title='Meet the turtles'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/ScHfiOe1E3I/AAAAAAAAAkY/xd6Ah7Ewue0/s72-c/DSC00170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-6928388662541202936</id><published>2009-03-14T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:43:39.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home-made pop art'/><title type='text'>Pop arts</title><content type='html'>woah, it's been how long since I last posted poparts? okay here are a new batch:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313035315510429762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SbuxeEQayEI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8pOiZg7L_rU/s400/turtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First off, meet Torvin! he's my new tea-sipping turtle mascot&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SbuxfFWmDjI/AAAAAAAAAkI/WAmWG-NJjG4/s1600-h/New+Picture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313035332984639026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SbuxfFWmDjI/AAAAAAAAAkI/WAmWG-NJjG4/s400/New+Picture.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a special pop-art. There are supposed to be 2 characters in the middle which I had to censor out for now, not because it's graphic but because the real picture is going to be a gift to a good friend of mine when this picture is fulfilled.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313037853163697538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SbuzxxwGtYI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/voMwYJXPGm4/s400/God+the+Father.jpg" border="0" /&gt;haha it was real fun making this pop art, I had some trouble finding a suitable verse tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sbuxe-GSU3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/E1vfjU2wg-4/s1600-h/emo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313035331037188978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/Sbuxe-GSU3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/E1vfjU2wg-4/s400/emo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this picture reflects the state of my heart sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SbuxemK0vKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/LTfmCo85c7I/s1600-h/wolf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313035324613770402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SbuxemK0vKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/LTfmCo85c7I/s400/wolf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The name of this is "sheep without a shepherd" any questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4188891536088488416-6928388662541202936?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/6928388662541202936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=6928388662541202936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/6928388662541202936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/6928388662541202936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/03/pop-arts.html' title='Pop arts'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SbuxeEQayEI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8pOiZg7L_rU/s72-c/turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-4645611256140152713</id><published>2009-03-14T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:28:14.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50th post!!! my Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yays!!! my birthday celecbration was great!!! yays it's my 50th post!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe I'm 16 now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the party was kinda bumpy at the beginning, everything wen't great afterwards. haha this is my most memorable birthday so far. Thx to certain friends who &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 pushed my face into the cake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 dunked me into the pool &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 poured flour over me afterwards, choking me in the process=___=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thx ALOT guys. haha but thx for making my birthday truly wonderful. You guys are the best:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt alot from this party. One of them is NEVER PUT YOUR FACE ANYWHERE NEAR THE CAKE. haha kiddin. I actually messed up the planning. The worship session was supposed to be at the beginning but unfortunately, the food was getting cold so I had to push it to the last event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt how to plan better. Learn from my mistake:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I got some great gifts from the guys. haha as expected they gave me turtles, turtles and more turtles.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SbuvVbKlhqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/uwyDfcrhReU/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313032968017905314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SbuvVbKlhqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/uwyDfcrhReU/s400/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SbuvVCKlPvI/AAAAAAAAAjY/aRC3dM76seE/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313032961307000562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SbuvVCKlPvI/AAAAAAAAAjY/aRC3dM76seE/s400/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yay! new additions to my turtle family:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha I got other presents too of course but I won't show them here. This was an awesome bday party thx for making it awesome guys and thank you God for granting me this sixteenth year of my life and for blessing me with so many wonderful friends and everything:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-4645611256140152713?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/4645611256140152713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=4645611256140152713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4645611256140152713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4645611256140152713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/03/50th-post-my-birthday.html' title='50th post!!! my Birthday!!!'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SbuvVbKlhqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/uwyDfcrhReU/s72-c/DSC00171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3967293460524395165</id><published>2009-03-08T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:53:36.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, a resolution:D</title><content type='html'>Yesh my mind is cleared again. Grace and Peter had a chat with me today and I now realize my mistake. As for that dreaded post, I've deleted it. the guy who tagged me about telling it to my pastor face to face was correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I apologize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to everyone offended by that blog including my pastors of course and I hope you guys understand that I am human and I do make mistakes. I also hope for your understanding that I only did so because I wanted the church to grow but I know the the way I did it was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways out of all these I learnt alot of lessons the main one of course is to think carefully before I speak. Another is that God answers prayers and yet another is that I should tell a person directly to them when I have something againts them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But I've been wondering, ironic isn't it? When I blog nice harhar posts, hardly anyone ever tags. But the moment I type something that is the least bit offensive, the tags start pouring in like a flood trying to maul me and even then, they are not willing to state their names. thx guys, you guys are the best. Okay before I start another flood of tags I better change topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case today, church was fun. After saying so many bad things I'm gonna sing praises then. Pastor Veron's preaching has definitely improved which I am grateful for, yay pastor Veron! keep it up:D and worship was also very nice today. Oh yeah and in my oppinion, discussion has grown substantially since the new splinter group system was introduced. I do hope this goes on:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that should be about all I gotta blog about, God bless:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3967293460524395165?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3967293460524395165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3967293460524395165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3967293460524395165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3967293460524395165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-resolutiond.html' title='finally, a resolution:D'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-7390054675187876466</id><published>2009-03-06T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:52:05.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrmm...</title><content type='html'>Wow, long week, finally got to use the com again. Okay I'll admit it I allowed my old-self to resurface and rear its ugly head. I had allowed my tongue to lash out cruelly. I'm appologizing  to any reader who had been offended by my previous post, and restrain myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have committed it to God that I would change. I do not deny that my choice of words were poor and insensitive, that is my fault. HOWEVER, I still believe the essential meanings of the posts stand true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe someone told me to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;grow up&lt;/span&gt; though haha. I promise you guys I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, if there is something you have against me, approach me in person and do not hide behind the veil of a screen, you know me, I ain't the violent type I will hear you out and do my best to be better. moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of growing up, my B'day is coming! yays! looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Come home, come home. All who are weary come home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-7390054675187876466?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/7390054675187876466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=7390054675187876466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7390054675187876466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7390054675187876466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/03/hrmm.html' title='Hrmm...'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-2797434892028654880</id><published>2009-03-04T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:14:03.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah Perduli</title><content type='html'>One Indonesian Worship song that really touched me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah Perduli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Banyak perkara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;yang tak dapat 'ku mengerti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mengapakah harus terjadi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Di dalam, kehidupan ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Satu perkara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;yang kusimpan dalam hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tiada sesuatu 'kan terjadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tanpa Allah perduli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Allah mengerti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Allah perduli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Segala persoalan yang kita hadapi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;tak akan pernah, dibiarkannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ku bergumul sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;s'bab Allah perduli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dibukanya jalan ku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;s'bab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah perduli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In case you're wondering what all that means, I made the translation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD CARES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Many things that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;just can not understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why must all these things occur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;In this life of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;One thing that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;keep deep in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Not a single thing will occur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Without God caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;God understands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;God cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;All the trials that we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Never will you be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;forsaken by Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;my thoughts wrestle within me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That God would care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He has open made straight my paths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD CARES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-2797434892028654880?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/2797434892028654880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=2797434892028654880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2797434892028654880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2797434892028654880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/03/allah-perduli.html' title='Allah Perduli'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-1002722612882201752</id><published>2009-02-22T16:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:13:47.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Turn Your Eyes From The Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SaEXOmVVVUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cX9a78dUO44/s1600-h/jesus_rescues_peter_167194838_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305547375594788162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SaEXOmVVVUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cX9a78dUO44/s400/jesus_rescues_peter_167194838_std.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been travelling so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on ice so thin it feels like water&lt;br /&gt;on and on&lt;br /&gt;All around the storm resound, shouting&lt;br /&gt;"You CAN'T hold on much longer"&lt;br /&gt;on and on&lt;br /&gt;My foot is slipping in cold water&lt;br /&gt;Then His voice rang louder than the thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn your eyes from the storm&lt;br /&gt;look to me you will not fall&lt;br /&gt;trust in me and hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;walk with me and you will stand&lt;br /&gt;The sun will rise the clouds will fade&lt;br /&gt;The pain will make you strong&lt;br /&gt;Turn your eyes from the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on and on my way&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling here and there along&lt;br /&gt;on and on&lt;br /&gt;the waves are coming up my waist&lt;br /&gt;I feel the wind's choking song&lt;br /&gt;on and on&lt;br /&gt;I cry out 'Lord O Lord O save me"&lt;br /&gt;Then His voice rose above the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn Your eyes from the Storm&lt;br /&gt;Look to me you will not fall&lt;br /&gt;Your grip on me is slipping loose&lt;br /&gt;but I am holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;The sun will rise, the clouds will fade&lt;br /&gt;have faith, have faith&lt;br /&gt;Turn your eyes from the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&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/4188891536088488416-1002722612882201752?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/1002722612882201752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=1002722612882201752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1002722612882201752'/><link rel='self' 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Meeting!</title><content type='html'>Yay! had PM at Hui Sian's house today, was very fun! after a week of no PM. We finally got a new member, which is Keric. erh guys, get more lower sec ppl to form their own PMs lerh, must accomplish this before we graduate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, we had a smashing time of praise and prayer. Afterwards Hui Sian very kindly cooked some spaghetti for our dinner, was quite scrumptous yumyum. I pray that PM will keep growing stronger till a revival starts in this school. The Lord iniated this project and I believe that he will make it come to pass, let any obstacles be felled!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-4604275460764291858?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/4604275460764291858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=4604275460764291858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4604275460764291858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4604275460764291858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer-meeting.html' title='Prayer Meeting!'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-2294578002929724818</id><published>2009-02-16T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:14:15.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in school'/><title type='text'>Irritating day at choir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well choir practice today was same as usual, the choir would just keep yapping and yapping and yapping and well, you get my point. It's a MIRACLE that they never run out of things to talk about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Throughout warm up, which I unfortunately as the student conducter have to conduct, they were chatting away. When I was working on the Sopranos the Altos would start talking and when I asked them to shut up, the Sopranos would in turn start talking and the baritones just couldn't stop playing the fool. It's like a game of whack-a-mole I tell you=____=. I also had to keep getting their attention by punishing them with dog-pants. As a result the warmup session dragged on for 1 whole hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Later on in the day after Mrs Erp, our conductor, evaluated us she scolded us for not giving her the quality and focus that we were supposed to have. Afterwards she told us to write on the board the reasons we were not able to deliver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I approached the board however, some members started accusing me and saying that it was my fault for dragging the warm up session and taking away time for them to do sectionals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; I was soooooooooooooo irritated by this, I replied to them that it was not my fault since the choir could not focus and I had to spend so much time shutting them up. As the student conductor, I had to ensure that ther voices were in top condition by the time the conductor arrived, even if it meant eating some extra time. Besides that, the conductor arrived late today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I didn't say this, but judging by their standards of discipline, whatever sectionals they had would not have accomplished much anyways. I'd rather have them do warm ups where I can make sure that their voices won't suck. Ironically, if I had done the opposite and stuck to the half an hour, their voices would have sucked and then they would blame me again for not giving them proper warm up. see the dillema I'm in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then they started saying that I wasn't doing the warm ups but only ordering people around. I answered, I didn't do the warmups because I had to listen to the choir and ensure you are singing correctly. My mind isn't able to do so many things at a time. On a side note, whenever I punished them with dog pants, I ALWAYS did it with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then they accused me with the thing that made me ticked the most and that I feel have no relation whatsoever with the issue. saying, 'Aren't you an Express student? Shouldn't you be able to do that?" I flipped, but on the inside. Composing myself, I told them. "Just because I'm an express student does it make me any more of a human than you?" Indeed  I do not believe that NA/T students are inferior in anyway to express students, their just equally gifted in a different way. In any case, their argument was absurd and prepostorous. Just because I'm in an express stream they shouldn't expect me to be some all-powerful being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's just so annoyin of them to pin all the blame on me, sigh. Oh God, how long must I contend with these people? I pray for the patience to deal with them. I have Keric and Ilene there as my witnesses that I am innocent of their accusations. Choir is getting more and more dreary for me sigh. But I guess I must also try to do something but I do not know what. Anyone got any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-2294578002929724818?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/2294578002929724818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=2294578002929724818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2294578002929724818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2294578002929724818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/02/irritating-day-at-choir.html' title='Irritating day at choir'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-2908936437386826716</id><published>2009-02-11T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:40:17.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in school'/><title type='text'>How maths class became spelling competition</title><content type='html'>haha I had a super fun maths class today. It all started normally and Mr Ian Soon was going through his lesson on vectors until he said we could use Pythagoras' theorem to find the length of vectors(see, I do pay attention in class:P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some guy challenged Mr Soon to spell Pythagoras. Rolling his eyes, he quickly took his marker and wrote on the board: P-Y-T-H-A-G-O-R-A-S. He then promptly challenged the class to give him an English word that he could not spell correctly and if we did, he would treat each of us to a free drink. But if we were to ask him to spell 5 words and he could spell them all, the class would have to treat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the secondary 4 teenagers we are, the entire class got into a frenzy of English words, all of which frankly, were quite easy to spell. One guy even shouted "tumeric" and Mr Soon quite happily wrote the word on the board, he was looking quite confident by now. Then the whole class hushed as the lesson continued and as he was teaching, the people in my row kept nudging me for a word to stump him and I promptly took out a dictionary and smiled. Then, as he finished one of the topics he wanted to cover, Wei Kwang shouted out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Kwang: 'Cher! You have a new challenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Soon: What? hurry up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: denouement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Soon:What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: DENOUEMENT!!( the whole class was in an uproar at this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Soon: what's the definition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: the final outcome or resolution of a play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then wrote on the board: D-E-N-O-U-M-E-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry, wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Soon: Hey that's not quite fair you guys gave me a french word(you can imagine the state of the class)&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's from the ENGLISH dictionary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Soon: Yeah but it's still french, you guys have to give me a purely English word. (talking to the class) like can you guys spell me rendezvous?&lt;br /&gt;the class went into a frenzy of letters again, I wanted to spell it but my voice was drowned out.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Soon: See? none of you can spell it so you must give me a pure English word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey, you can't say that, all English words originate from other languages like Latin or Greek so there isn't a "pure" English word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Guy: Good one Alvin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Soon: (in an "argh, fine, you win" type of tone) You know, I really hate your class=___="&lt;br /&gt;but I tell you something, if you give me any Malay word, I'm sure to be able to spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raudhah and Me: Oh, Sure!!&lt;br /&gt;Of course we didn't challenge him yet since we wanted to get on with the lesson. After that Ian, not the teacher, said something that I can't remember and Mr Soon went on on how Ian disgraced the 'Ian' and is the epitome of suckiness and how he himself was the epitome of greatness. He then challenged us to spell epitome, which I spelled wrongly as epitomy(my bad) but Beverly managed to get it right. Then as the period nearly came to an end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mr Soon! We haven't give you the Malay word yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Soon: fine... give it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: menganiayai!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Soon then gave me a blur look and the class broke out into fits of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Soon: you know, my epitomy of greatness also involves lying right?&lt;br /&gt;then the entire class got stunted by his lameness haha fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem that we are bullying Mr Soon but really, we are not. It only made the lesson more enjoyable and I'm sure he didnt mind. Besides that we also learnt quite alot about vectors during the lesson. haha this type of student-teacher spelling competition should be used as an official English teaching technique, it really was fun and I learnt quite a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-2908936437386826716?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/2908936437386826716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=2908936437386826716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2908936437386826716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2908936437386826716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-maths-class-became-spelling.html' title='How maths class became spelling competition'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-5288091746580338509</id><published>2009-02-06T23:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:54:03.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Treat at Clarke Quay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299708860775745346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZITuHR0I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Y0Pwbn_cP-U/s400/n700634890_1390481_4076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally got a chance to blog againg, I'll post the reason after this post. Anyways, true to my promise, I treated the PM gang + Joseph to dinner @ Clarke Quay after PM. Sigh, who knew that their stomach could to defy the laws of Physics...sigh... I shall not complain, the Lord likes a happy giver:D Photo courtesy of Hui Sian&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299706988963358450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxXbWrQ5vI/AAAAAAAAAeo/e8FkAZLzRl8/s400/n700634890_1390448_5097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;our first stop for dinner was Pasta de Waraku. browsing&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299706992248641010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxXbi6iVfI/AAAAAAAAAew/WKYv9Hv8W18/s400/n700634890_1390449_5345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;still browsing&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299706996002572066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxXbw5ixyI/AAAAAAAAAfA/7fUhSd2AKew/s400/n700634890_1390453_6390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hmm...maybe if you stare at the menu hard enough, the food will pop out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxXb5GIUzI/AAAAAAAAAfI/KVOJc1gXCMg/s1600-h/n700634890_1390457_7382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299706998202848050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxXb5GIUzI/AAAAAAAAAfI/KVOJc1gXCMg/s400/n700634890_1390457_7382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha, cute, NOT=______=&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxXbtKj1ZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/eRlhe6v8nqw/s1600-h/n700634890_1390452_6137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299706995000202642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxXbtKj1ZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/eRlhe6v8nqw/s400/n700634890_1390452_6137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; treating you free food already still sleep! okay larh! haha jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZgxkNASI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qOQcPbvJHkg/s1600-h/n700634890_1390459_7915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299709281104101666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZgxkNASI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qOQcPbvJHkg/s400/n700634890_1390459_7915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha acting cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZg0FvmvI/AAAAAAAAAhY/E4F5gTUK19k/s1600-h/n700634890_1390461_8421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299709281781652210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZg0FvmvI/AAAAAAAAAhY/E4F5gTUK19k/s400/n700634890_1390461_8421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture with the "wise" king Solomon&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZg5BKqtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/askx947b4tk/s1600-h/n700634890_1390466_9756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299709283104631506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZg5BKqtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/askx947b4tk/s400/n700634890_1390466_9756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZgkTFwOI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PxJJgXMODKI/s1600-h/n700634890_1390471_1133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299709277542662370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZgkTFwOI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PxJJgXMODKI/s400/n700634890_1390471_1133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZI7a_7DI/AAAAAAAAAhA/z4Xh8XaXbkQ/s1600-h/n700634890_1390474_2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299708871432989746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZI7a_7DI/AAAAAAAAAhA/z4Xh8XaXbkQ/s400/n700634890_1390474_2029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZIkyjRPI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SLHP7qIznYQ/s1600-h/n700634890_1390475_2309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299708865357759730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZIkyjRPI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SLHP7qIznYQ/s400/n700634890_1390475_2309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my dish&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZImiazzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/uI-N2Fp77ug/s1600-h/n700634890_1390479_3471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299708865826967346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZImiazzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/uI-N2Fp77ug/s400/n700634890_1390479_3471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZIvmXzOI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Mp6uW56hrxo/s1600-h/n700634890_1390480_3778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299708868259466466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZIvmXzOI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Mp6uW56hrxo/s400/n700634890_1390480_3778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happilly eating away&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYt2KTuVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Y8Rvh5v7TRw/s1600-h/n700634890_1390482_4391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299708406164339026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYt2KTuVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Y8Rvh5v7TRw/s400/n700634890_1390482_4391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;father and son?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYt9uWKsI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ES8qX1cdDTA/s1600-h/n700634890_1390488_6428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299707804305245538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYK0D6xWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/sZH5BeUuUek/s400/n700634890_1390497_9252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that we went to Azabu Sabo for desserts. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299708408194542274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYt9uWKsI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ES8qX1cdDTA/s400/n700634890_1390488_6428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ohohoho&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYtu9BIII/AAAAAAAAAgI/3noWiyic6ko/s1600-h/n700634890_1390489_6720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299708404229546114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYtu9BIII/AAAAAAAAAgI/3noWiyic6ko/s400/n700634890_1390489_6720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joseph...stop acting cute=_____=&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299708401520392450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYtk3GuQI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kf7LrXgIT_c/s400/n700634890_1390494_8289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYtpYgPuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/H4ESSzylCE8/s1600-h/n700634890_1390495_8618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299708402734218978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYtpYgPuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/H4ESSzylCE8/s400/n700634890_1390495_8618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYK9FaSDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/UWF46AXEJMQ/s1600-h/n700634890_1390498_9565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299707806727424050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYK9FaSDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/UWF46AXEJMQ/s400/n700634890_1390498_9565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYKscNQyI/AAAAAAAAAfg/xbCX0utKjnQ/s1600-h/n700634890_1390499_9898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299707802259637026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYKscNQyI/AAAAAAAAAfg/xbCX0utKjnQ/s400/n700634890_1390499_9898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYKlf3KmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/N87UbluIfFg/s1600-h/n700634890_1390503_1192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299707800395917922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYKlf3KmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/N87UbluIfFg/s400/n700634890_1390503_1192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha after that we just walked aroud awhile&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYKp8YASI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/H6TZBgpp_Xo/s1600-h/n700634890_1390506_2276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299707801589252386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxYKp8YASI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/H6TZBgpp_Xo/s400/n700634890_1390506_2276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh yeah and Joe fell in love with this bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great time at CQ, I really enjoyed myself. I hope to hang out with me awesome brothers and sisters more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4188891536088488416-5288091746580338509?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/5288091746580338509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=5288091746580338509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5288091746580338509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5288091746580338509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-treat-at-clarke-quay.html' title='My Treat at Clarke Quay'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYxZITuHR0I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Y0Pwbn_cP-U/s72-c/n700634890_1390481_4076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3592039648831511473</id><published>2009-01-31T00:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:38:02.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~~~~~~~DO NOT CLICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;DO NOT CLICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megic.1go.dk/dontclickeng.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm SERIOUS, DONT CLICK IT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3592039648831511473?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3592039648831511473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3592039648831511473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3592039648831511473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3592039648831511473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-not-click.html' title='~~~~~~~~~~DO NOT CLICK'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-48652277200163410</id><published>2009-01-28T20:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:28:15.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cheena New Year</title><content type='html'>Haha I guess I have one of the most carefree Cheena new years living in a Christian family. I can enjoy all the benefits of Chinese new year without adhereing to all the inane regulations like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;avoiding books, avoiding medicine, avoiding brooms, avoiding blacks(that didn't come out right). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yays! I had quite alot of fun with the PM gang on our celebration, here are some pics,(photo courstesy of our dear ducky) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBctzjscWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/pwI9bRo05Nw/s1600-h/n772232674_1335970_5513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334410330466194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBcFcNs55I/AAAAAAAAAbY/702bDxLj2o8/s400/n772232674_1335924_8785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the Yu Sheng that we had &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334414261832130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBcFq3AycI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Vwuiep8QpZs/s400/n772232674_1335926_1366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; preparing,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334417848067890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBcF4OCZzI/AAAAAAAAAbo/GCDMYwPOq64/s400/n772232674_1335927_2653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;still preparing.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334420958490850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBcGDznsOI/AAAAAAAAAbw/OrNotLjAH_s/s400/n772232674_1335928_3925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;brown gold!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334422634713570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBcGKDQ0eI/AAAAAAAAAb4/inlMJe3Dcg4/s400/n772232674_1335951_1165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334744138117906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBcY3vpcxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Kz6bvZYSmRM/s400/n772232674_1335952_2638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;simply having fun&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334748207300018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBcZG50PbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gWsTB--OiY8/s400/n772232674_1335953_4066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shao Long, I can see into your nostrils.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334752418882770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBcZWl75NI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ShnucPBKaFI/s400/n772232674_1335955_6762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;going after the "ah beng" look&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334752888734402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBcZYV9QsI/AAAAAAAAAcY/MgkmUB8jE2M/s400/n772232674_1335960_447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;haha, finally a serious fun picture, wait did that make sense?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334754592600818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBcZesMMvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/43_abRkZvf8/s400/n772232674_1335961_1735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lao Hei!! usually people would be shouting crap about good fortune, but we sounded like a crappy church choir shouting HALELUYA!HALELUYA!! haha good fun &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBctWU_H2I/AAAAAAAAAc4/XFQvQqjo7Es/s1600-h/n772232674_1335969_4221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335095945174882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBctWU_H2I/AAAAAAAAAc4/XFQvQqjo7Es/s400/n772232674_1335969_4221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; STEAMBOAT!!!!! believe it or not, all the ingredients we bought amounted only to around $29 which is around the price of Pizza hut delivery. who says you can't have cheap and good steamboat?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335103791493474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBctzjscWI/AAAAAAAAAdA/pwI9bRo05Nw/s400/n772232674_1335970_5513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have NO IDEA why ben took this photo &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBctAQI3eI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ooNi3EXdXsc/s1600-h/n772232674_1335968_2925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335090019261922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBctAQI3eI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ooNi3EXdXsc/s400/n772232674_1335968_2925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and of course, with new year comes, WINE WINE WINE!!!!!! haha dun worry I didnt get drunk and am not intending to get drunk. but I like wine, it runs in my family, although I'm only 16 haha, a toast to the new year!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBctI2DulI/AAAAAAAAAco/EFj5-3P6T6I/s1600-h/n772232674_1335967_1486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335092325792338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBctI2DulI/AAAAAAAAAco/EFj5-3P6T6I/s400/n772232674_1335967_1486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well that's all the pics of the PM Cheena new year celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that I had another Cheena New Year Celebration dinner, this time with my family. photo courtesy of my bro&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBkW_8fIfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qNd_AIWlG1E/s1600-h/PIC_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296343508072735218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBkW_8fIfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qNd_AIWlG1E/s400/PIC_0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all the dishes you see are made by my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBkWoGHLvI/AAAAAAAAAeA/MDhednP37-k/s1600-h/PIC_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296343501670657778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBkWoGHLvI/AAAAAAAAAeA/MDhednP37-k/s400/PIC_0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Yu Sheng was purchased from Sushi Tei and it was goooooooooooood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBkWTdKZEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/mg1xuo4Mwyw/s1600-h/PIC_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296343496130192450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBkWTdKZEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/mg1xuo4Mwyw/s400/PIC_0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fish maw &amp;amp; Abalone soup!!! yum!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBkWWtuKmI/AAAAAAAAAdw/SDnGZ8ylXLM/s1600-h/PIC_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296343497004952162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBkWWtuKmI/AAAAAAAAAdw/SDnGZ8ylXLM/s400/PIC_0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is not steamboat but a dish call bhen chai. also by my mom, it was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBi06YbFQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/aGjCO3lVhAk/s1600-h/PIC_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296341822952117506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBi06YbFQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/aGjCO3lVhAk/s400/PIC_0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Yusheng ready to be mixed&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBi0pIqHaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3nJs2fW5uTM/s1600-h/PIC_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296341818322591138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBi0pIqHaI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3nJs2fW5uTM/s400/PIC_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; why do I look so weird?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBi0p-eIEI/AAAAAAAAAdY/KWxmp2AV2aM/s1600-h/PIC_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296341818548297794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBi0p-eIEI/AAAAAAAAAdY/KWxmp2AV2aM/s400/PIC_0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just add gold!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBi0rWhIoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zNZYdgptMgQ/s1600-h/PIC_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296341818917593730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBi0rWhIoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zNZYdgptMgQ/s400/PIC_0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lastly, we had Baked Alaska for dessert, It tasted like a piece of sweet cloud, drooool...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBi0qx4lQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/V5VcMcxSM-8/s1600-h/PIC_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296341818763941122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBi0qx4lQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/V5VcMcxSM-8/s400/PIC_0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we ended with some healthy fruits after that oh-so-sinful dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha that was more or less my new year celebration besides the ang pao and visitation. Me and my big mouth promised Joseph that I'd be treating him plus the PM gang to dinner if I collected more than $1000 worth of ang pao, and then it came true, oh well. treating them this friday, so annoying. haha HAPPY CHEENA NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4188891536088488416-48652277200163410?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/48652277200163410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=48652277200163410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/48652277200163410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/48652277200163410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/01/cheena-new-year.html' title='Cheena New Year'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SYBcFcNs55I/AAAAAAAAAbY/702bDxLj2o8/s72-c/n772232674_1335924_8785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3241959264554888668</id><published>2009-01-26T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:51:27.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inane ramblings'/><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I seem to notice a growing trend in people giving me nicknames. So I'd like to list out the names I dun mind being called and names that simply will make me pull out your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Nicknames: Laiman, Turtle, Turtle King, Panda, Holy Panda, Turtle Panda&lt;br /&gt;Irritating Nicknames: Lemon, La Mian, Lehman=_____="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while I'm at it, I'll list down the names I call other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin: Ben, Duck, Bendustbin broom, Benducky&lt;br /&gt;Solomon: King Solomon, Salmon, Solo&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Sern: Sern, Chris, Bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that's all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3241959264554888668?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3241959264554888668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3241959264554888668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3241959264554888668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3241959264554888668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/01/names.html' title='Names'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-1394340564791377773</id><published>2009-01-26T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:51:00.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The conclusion of the matter</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, sorry for scaring some of you with my emo posts, I already received an answer from God regarding which church I should go to. It seems that it is not yet time for me to leave the Presbytary. God gave me a verse, 1Kings2:26, telling me to return. sigh, how long must I contend with this? God please start a revival soon in AMKPC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-1394340564791377773?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/1394340564791377773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=1394340564791377773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1394340564791377773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1394340564791377773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/01/conclusion-of-matter.html' title='The conclusion of the matter'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-795656606525451637</id><published>2009-01-25T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:22:01.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Sweet Presbitry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SXwPemsTyWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/qs328AWG_eg/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295124280337746274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SXwPemsTyWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/qs328AWG_eg/s400/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, I went to AMKPC. I talked to my leaders about what I felt. They advised me that if I wasn't growing, in this church, they recommended me to go to the church I could grow better in. I know you may think it sounds harsh but actually they said it very nicely to me. So, I guess this is it huh? God is calling me to another church? Shall I transfer to Trinity now? I don't know I'm just so confused and heartbroken. Heartbroken not because my church has abandoned me but I am abandoning my church. I guess I foresaw this, I just never expected it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;My heart was breaking within me as I made this poem, to the tune of "Sweet Hour of Prayer"&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEET PRESBITRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sweet Presbitry, Sweet Presbitry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My roots have grown so deep in thee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were a guide a home to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always found my God in thee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet in the years I hoped to grow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I nary found a single soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To laugh with me and cry with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My deepest secret to bear with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Presbitry, Sweet Presbitry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could not find one with the same zeal as me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I long for another Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I beg thee do not cry 'Adultery!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet I cannot bear, for me to tear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;myself from you my tribal share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet I found God in yonder elsewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So cry me not, my dear, my care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Presbitry, Sweet Presbitry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray you'll grow well without me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may forget me but I will never thee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farewell, Farewell Sweet Presbitry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farewell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farewell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Presbitry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-795656606525451637?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/795656606525451637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=795656606525451637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/795656606525451637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/795656606525451637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-presbitry.html' title='Sweet Presbitry'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SXwPemsTyWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/qs328AWG_eg/s72-c/Image046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3310027886341622723</id><published>2009-01-25T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:55:01.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Trinity</title><content type='html'>Once again, God has provided me with an excellent day. Thank you Jesus! I visited Trinity today and had tons of fun with my pals there. However, the meaningful part only came much later. After the visit, we went for dinner and I went home along with a good friend. I will call my friend 'J' to protect J's identity. J, you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways on the bus we began chatting, then the subject turned to how we came to know Christ and our personal testimonies. Even when I reached my stop, we decided to walk around Kovan so we could share for abit more. I must say, the time of sharing was very meaningful for me and I'm sure it was also to J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told J how I came to be in AMKPC, it was a reminder to me that God placed me in my church for a reason. I have to admit, my loyalty to my church has been quite shaky lately and I have been tempted to join other churches, like Trinity... but today, I renew my commitment again to AMKPC. But it's ironic isn't it? I have more close friends in Trinity than I have in my own church. Sometimes, I just dun feel that I'm growing very much in AMKPC. I just pray that a revival would start soon in AMKPC and I will strive my best to be part of it's initiation. but to all the AMKPC-ians that are reading my blog, I'd like to say that I am human and my patience has its limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I have a message to J:&lt;br /&gt;I know that we haven't known each other for that long a time, so thx much for entrusting me with your testimony, I know that it isn't easy to tell. I promise that I will keep it confidential and pray for you as I know you'd do the same for me. I want you to know that I believe that whenever God gives us a bad situation, it is for two reasons. To strengthen us, and also so that we can help others who are in the same situation in the future. So keep on persevering for the sake of the Gospel. God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've blogged enough for now, signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3310027886341622723?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3310027886341622723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3310027886341622723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3310027886341622723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3310027886341622723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/01/visit-to-trinity.html' title='Visit to Trinity'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-1860635111017879325</id><published>2009-01-20T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:28:46.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inane ramblings'/><title type='text'>Failed........</title><content type='html'>It's official... I failed my Amaths qualifying test - HORRIBLY- 15 out of 100. I've entered my emo mood again, tho I'll probably be back to normal after some sleep. sigh, I'm just not a maths person I guess. The LLT still has a hold on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God help me, I'm so lost right now. If I don't take Amaths I doubt I'll be able to get into a JC. I pray that they will allow me to continue to take Amaths but what are the chances of that happening? I have to admit that I have not been doing my best to study maths. If they do allow me to continue, I will work hard. I dun guarantee a distinction, but my hardwok is what I'll promise. sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me this familiar verse today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;plans to prosper you and not to harm you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;plans to give you hope and a FUTURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quite ironic huh? since I just posted about my future dreams. Perhaps God has different plans for me? God, I may not know your plans, but I will trust you. I know you will give me the best future for me. I'll work hard! &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/4188891536088488416-1860635111017879325?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/1860635111017879325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=1860635111017879325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1860635111017879325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1860635111017879325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/01/failed.html' title='Failed........'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-7141596526851706634</id><published>2009-01-16T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:54:56.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My plans for the future</title><content type='html'>I know that the future is unknown to me and that God's will will ultimately be done, but a guy is still allowed to have dreams right? I have a rather unusual dream but you'd understand why if you know me well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, after secondary school, I hope to go to a good JC or Poly. My targets are, in descending order: ACJC, AJC, YJC, Ngee An Poly. But judging from my maths mark now, It'd only be by God's grace if I were to get into any JC. God help me. If I were to go to Poly, I would take up psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I plan to go to University and study Child Psychiatry and hopefully get a degree in it. I aim to be an excellent child psychiatrist and help many children grow up normally and happilly. After I'm more or less stable, I plan to also enter bible college and be a good pastor to my church. Then once I have enough money I'd like to set up an orphanage foundation, yes an orphanage, and hopefully God would allow it to grow all over the world. Availing good home and shelter to many abandonned children all around the world. Then I can live out the rest of my life doing the Lord's will and helping others until He should call me back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest dream is to set up an internationally known orphanage to protect and provide a loving childhood for many children and forming them into men and women after God's heart.&lt;br /&gt;Of course all these are not set in stone and I haven't included unpredictable details like when I'm gonna get married and bla. And I know it is only by God's grace if I were to achieve my dream. Although being a pastor for a neighbourhood church and a chairman of several international orphanages would be a big juggle, I am ready to give my life to God and do whatever he wishes for me to do. God's will be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-7141596526851706634?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/7141596526851706634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=7141596526851706634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7141596526851706634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7141596526851706634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-plans-for-future.html' title='My plans for the future'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-1524590574364510717</id><published>2009-01-16T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:32:38.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School song?!?!</title><content type='html'>Breaking news! I have been chosen along with some other choir members to sing my school song for recording! I can't believe it! The ENTIRE school will be listening to my voice EVERY tuesday after assembly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my rudeness, but did I mention that my school song sounds like it was composed by a deaf-mute person with a cat stuck in his throat? And that the original recording sounds like it was sung by a drug-high eunuch? I can't compare with a eunuch on drugs! I am NOT exagerrating, okay maybe just a little but you get my point. AARRGH!!!!!! God bless my soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-1524590574364510717?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/1524590574364510717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=1524590574364510717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1524590574364510717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1524590574364510717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-song.html' title='School song?!?!'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-8111080894723504993</id><published>2009-01-14T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:10:55.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>He went away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, this poem/song is dedicated to a certain someone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard the news,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he will go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;far away, a place to shake his past loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To go to a paradise he could choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what can I do? but watch him go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and keep my tears from flowing, so slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just keep running, keep on running,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when will you stop and look,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you've already found your heart's desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep on searching, you'll start hurting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you just stop and look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't be afraid, through hurt you'll grow stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you just will not stop and look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray to God you'll not loose your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you went away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zero hour came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's going away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fading from hour hearts, fading from our minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he wish we'd forget, but we never could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they gave him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I could only offer him this prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just keep running, keep on running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but do you know what you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are running from? when you've passed your heart's one desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You kept searching, never finding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you will not just fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you went away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I pray to God you'll find your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not to leave the path but each day to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for strength to face the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just keep running, keep on running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do you still know what you are running for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just stop searching, and start finding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just remember what you're searching for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're no longer here but you can still go there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I pray to God you'll find your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you went away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you went away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-8111080894723504993?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/8111080894723504993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=8111080894723504993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8111080894723504993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8111080894723504993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-went-away.html' title='He went away'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-8348397066011699003</id><published>2009-01-12T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:52:27.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed.....</title><content type='html'>Aaaargh!!!!! A-maths QT test coming up!!! guys, I know that I always seem like I'm relaxed but I REALLY am worried right now. If I flunk this test I can forget about taking A-maths T-T. God help me, I know your plans for me are good. I'm studying hard! Sern, Ben, you guys help me erh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-8348397066011699003?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/8348397066011699003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=8348397066011699003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8348397066011699003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8348397066011699003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/01/stressed.html' title='Stressed.....'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-4281272474514717863</id><published>2009-01-07T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:07:12.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More reflections</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it, I'm gonna have to sing "Apologize" for sec1 orientation for the choir accapella! The HORROR. Can anyone imagine me pulling that note? Even I know that the moment I sing it the glass is going to shatter and everyone's gonna wanna rip their ears out and drown themselves in the ocean just to escape my voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that is exagerating but you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some friends in my life that I'd like to thank and encourage but never really got the chance to( in no specific order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benjamin Voon: why I'm starting with you? Well, I guess you're my first genuine friend. Thx for always supporting me all these years! Keep persevering and remember you're never alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christopher Sern: Hey Bro, I'm really glad to have a brother like you. Keep on drawing people to Christ, you're doing an awesome job!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christopher Chen: Chris I keep praying that you do not let people look down on you because you are young but set an example for all in SPEECH, LOVE, and LIFE. keep maturing in Christ kay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dennis Yu: hey bro, I'm glad I met you in 108. you've been a great friend ever since. You may be young in Christ now but I know you will rise up as a great leader for Him to be a "kor" to many.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solomon Soh: Solo! You've always been a good cheer to all of us and have been a great help. Thx much! Bring Christ's joy and music to this lifeless world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Micah: haha I guess you're kinda like my best friend in church. You have much brain knowledge of the bible, let it turn more into heart knowledge kay? Let God's word always be your guide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bryan: I am very encouraged by your courage to leave your gang and follow Christ. I know you may never read my blog, but I just want to say I'm glad I know you and I pray you will keep growing in Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Xian: Yo sis! you are also young in Christ but I know that your zeal and thirst for Him is your great strength. Keep thirsting for Christ and his church.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pan Yong Zhi: hey bro! it's great that you can finaly attend church! I know that the Lord will use you for great things. Continue to trust in His Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Loong Guat: LG! I haven't forgotten you! haha. always remember that you are made in the image of God. He loves you and wil bring you to great things! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LeeWei Jun: haha we're kinda stuck together for another year. Thx for being such a good sport all these years I appreciate it. Dun worry! You'll grow taller!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well that is everyone for now. I really thank God that you guys are in my life. I pray that we will remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-4281272474514717863?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/4281272474514717863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=4281272474514717863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4281272474514717863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4281272474514717863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-reflections.html' title='More reflections'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-8427174638632293688</id><published>2009-01-06T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:05:35.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year so far</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a great year so far. Finally got a maths teacher I can understand, a renewed zeal to study, great friends around me and most of all, a God that loves me:D God has been answering my prayers!&lt;br /&gt;Yong Zhi was finally able to go to church for the first time!! Haleluyah!&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Tammy's birthday lunch at PizzaHut and we had a smashing time. Christopher&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;2, Dennis, Jordon, Alvin Phua and Jethro was also there. It was all laughs when we saw Tammy's birthday cake and ice cream that was a little profane if you think dirty when the waitress stuck a candle between the two. We were all making lewd jokes about the cake/icecream that I have come to feel abit guilty over. I wonder if God minded? Oh wells. in anycase, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAMMY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-8427174638632293688?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/8427174638632293688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=8427174638632293688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8427174638632293688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8427174638632293688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-so-far.html' title='The year so far'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3956209713818735986</id><published>2008-12-31T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:15:19.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Blessed New Year</title><content type='html'>Have a blessed new year everyone! 2008 has not been the best year for most people, but thank God you're alive! I can sense that 2009 wikk be a great year for many peoples. Make your resolution and stick to it! And if you have not found that one thing that makes you happy and completes you, I pray you will find it this year. to all a HAPPY NEWYEAR! I'm in Malaysia right now, will post all about my trip when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3956209713818735986?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3956209713818735986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3956209713818735986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3956209713818735986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3956209713818735986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-blessed-new-year.html' title='Have A Blessed New Year'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-1794485642681027060</id><published>2008-12-22T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:08:04.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yays, it's Christmax time! Yays, look at all the bright lights! Yay, Ben finally returned me my battery! Jokes aside, I had a wonderful time at orchard road these few days, all the bright lights, Carolers, dances, drama really shout out: HEY!!! IT'S CHRISTMAS, PEACE ON EARTH GOODWILL TO MEN!!!! CHRIST IS BORN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I especially like one musical I watched on the 20th telling the birth of Jesus Christ in a not-so-conventional way. It was hilarious, touching and wonderful, I can't believe they're not getting paid for it! They used secular songs to convey the christmas story too. I can't remember which church it was but bravo to them! Anyways, I could really feel the Spirit of the living God moving through Orchard Road and I believe many people were touched by the many performances.&lt;br /&gt;with all that said&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PEACE ON EARTH GOOD WILL TO MEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;   MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!&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/4188891536088488416-1794485642681027060?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/1794485642681027060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=1794485642681027060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1794485642681027060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1794485642681027060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!!'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-6576975036029043306</id><published>2008-12-14T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:21:00.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Answers Prayers</title><content type='html'>This is actually quite personal but I feel like sharing it with everyone. Quite sometime ago I was reading an article in Reader's Digest about an orphan boy. Because of the prison-like treatment of the orphanage he was in, even after he was adopted he suffered from a psychological condition that prevented him from loving his adoptive parents or anyone else. However, after years of persevering love and hardwork on the parents' side, the boy was able to grow up well and say to his parents "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;No, the boy isn't me and that is not why I'm posting. After reading that article, I reflected on how many children around the world also does not receive the proper loving childhood that they need and this mars them badly through the rest of their lives. My heart really went out to all of them and I was filled with an indescribable sorrow and love for all the suffering children of the world. So I got down on my knees and prayed, pray that God will help them, pray that He will give them the love that they need andbring them out of their suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You might say "Hey, who do you think you are? You think your one prayer can help the children of the world?". Well guess what, I'm sure I'm not alone and even if I am, my ONE prayer does count, because I pray to my eternal Loving Father in heaven. Last Saturday I was at YCK CC for my piano lesson when I approached the news stand where the elderly folks would gather to read the news. There was only one available paper which was the "World" section of The Straits Times. Guess what the first page I turned to read? It went something along "Terrorist Vow to Stop Recruiting Children". It was very elating, God was answering my prayer!I didn't read in detail tho cause I was going to be late for piano but I got the gist of the entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Now you may say "Hey that would have happened even if you didn't pray for it, besides that's not the WHOLE world," Well, what if it DIDN'T happen? In any case I'm just glad my prayer had contributed to that. And I know it's not the whole world but it IS a start. Next time you feel sad about an event that's happening around the world, don't hesitate to pray for it. YOUR PRAYER IN CHRIST MAKES A DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=49&amp;amp;chapter=13&amp;amp;verse=34&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Luke 13:34&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-6576975036029043306?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/6576975036029043306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=6576975036029043306' 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type='text'>The Scarlet Scarred Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know that I may be superficial to say this since I wrote this poem, but this is simply beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the beginning they were there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hands that formed the the skies so vast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hands too big for us to comprehend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;became flesh to be scarred for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behold the scarlet scarred hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nailed upon the cruel cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hands that made the very men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that would bring His death across&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That our broken hearts He would come to glean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His scarlet hands have made ours clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come see the scars in His hands and feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is not dead nor does he sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behold His hands reach out in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they come to comfort, indeed to serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until now I still stand amazed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could God's hands fit into mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That He is mine to love and hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The scarlet scarred hands put all sins behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3083359434870378712?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3083359434870378712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3083359434870378712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3083359434870378712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3083359434870378712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/12/scarlet-scarred-hands.html' title='The Scarlet Scarred Hands'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-1807393697791172108</id><published>2008-12-12T20:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:50:48.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining cat's and dogs!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278887815667768610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJgf-YD3SI/AAAAAAAAATo/9buan1TqC48/s400/P1050156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yays!! I met up with Darylene, Jordon and Shamien today to visit the furry critters of SPCA looking for a nice Bila bilabong to addopt. Not really we went there for a Student Leader project to help out as volunteers. We were first greeted by the glam-mama Ms Sebastian and told how we were to help out. So anyways we found out that were to escort several sec 1s around the kennels and catteries. So of we went to brave the perils of excessive fur and saliva.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278888416937806258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJhC-SAibI/AAAAAAAAAUo/lbuQsfFSQjU/s400/P1050174.JPG" border="0" /&gt; all the cats were either veeeeeeeery hyper or veeeeeeeery lazy, one of them scratched me! Oww...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278887818792329490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJggKBA4RI/AAAAAAAAATw/gi4iJnXFr-0/s400/P1050158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A lap cat&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278887829594259586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJggyQZQII/AAAAAAAAAUA/WVOOT1EnYYU/s400/P1050160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A towel cat....Just a moment ago he was playing "prey and predator" with the towel, guess who won? And now their fweeeens ain't it sweet?:D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278887831402605074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJgg4_iahI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6Xz3x8qxxjo/s400/P1050159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Obviously an "old" man like me couldn't keep up with the hyper cats so I only took pics of the "garfields"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278894309621287842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJmZ-POy6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/2QbGKiQlGpg/s400/New+Picture+(1).bmp" border="0" /&gt; man I'm sooo tempted to throw a piece of this pop art I made into the cattery and watch what happens next:D.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278888407283495202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJhCaUPcSI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FHwcEg_qdPU/s400/P1050173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;BUNNY!!! HE'LL BITE YOUR NECK OFF!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278887837514578386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJghPwvudI/AAAAAAAAAUI/sONM8HDKBRs/s400/P1050166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A beautiful but not so modest husky who's a major culprit of crotch sniffing. It even went under my friend's skirt on a separate visit&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJhCZKvwbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/qxcObu0wLkE/s1600-h/P1050170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278888406975234482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJhCZKvwbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/qxcObu0wLkE/s400/P1050170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's a male by the way&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJmZtI1eyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/EE_VqJMmZGw/s1600-h/P1050164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278888403571795970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJhCMfTaAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Aq4OmorIjp8/s400/P1050169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278894305031060258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJmZtI1eyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/EE_VqJMmZGw/s400/P1050164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yet another beautiful husky, this one's a bitch(seriously, maybe I should have used the term "female dog")&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJmZaFA45I/AAAAAAAAAUw/cL7mUtF2pTk/s1600-h/P1050154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278894299914757010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJmZaFA45I/AAAAAAAAAUw/cL7mUtF2pTk/s400/P1050154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An ever exubarant and bright-eyed cock spaniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great visit. I think my pants have some kind of dog pheromone in it, almost every dog I went close too was all over my pants, biting and otherwise, which left me in a ticklish dillema. Thank God I wore long pants. Do bear in mind that all these animals are the result of irresponsible pet ownership. Personally I care more for the well-being of humans rather than animals but bear in mind that these little critters are creations of our one God too so cwe must love and care for them. On behalf of the SPCA I would like to give 2 messages "Do not buy a pet on impulse" and "To you, he might just be a pet but to him, you're EVERYTHING"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-1807393697791172108?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/1807393697791172108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=1807393697791172108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1807393697791172108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/1807393697791172108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-raining-cats-and-dogs.html' title='It&apos;s raining cat&apos;s and dogs!!!'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SUJgf-YD3SI/AAAAAAAAATo/9buan1TqC48/s72-c/P1050156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3579211607438723843</id><published>2008-12-09T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:01:16.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Give Me Your Love</title><content type='html'>This is the Poem I wrote in Surabaya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me Your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to love those unlovable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me Your love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to reach out to the lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sweet Your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that enables the unable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need Your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to tell them You've paid their cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3579211607438723843?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3579211607438723843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3579211607438723843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3579211607438723843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3579211607438723843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-me-your-love.html' title='Give Me Your Love'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-5337382333423801281</id><published>2008-12-01T22:30:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:13:12.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Missions Surabaya Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STP35O5DFSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/R16FYZ_tDUY/s1600-h/DSC019782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274832151202960674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STP35O5DFSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/R16FYZ_tDUY/s400/DSC019782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shalom! I'm finally back from Surabaya. It has been such a fruitful trip, it was a pleasure doing the Lord's work. To start of, this mission trip is actually a medical mission in which we will give free consultation and medication to the people living in the slum area. Rest assured, our team is made up of fully qualified Singaporean doctors(whose names I will not mention) from hospitals like TTK and Mount. E.. In any case this is an outline of the 3-day trip. PS I will not disclose any names(except me and my mother of course) and location of the medical centre due to publicity issues. Day1: Arrived at the vicinity at around 9am after landing in Surabaya. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STP7U4t9G8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/-WYJv0UF3pY/s1600-h/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274835889100081186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STP7SzpKyCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/C0ufQgnYfxE/s400/DSC01972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay! I'm here! But frankly speaking I had no idea what they're goonna ask me to do hm...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274835892672367778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STP7TA83jKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/36GLCW_aoOU/s400/DSC01973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The makeshift medical centre is actually inside a local secondary school.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274835902769451506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STP7TmkM0fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JSwdxZamMHs/s400/DSC01977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On that day, they were giving out free haircuts on the second floor, sweet!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274835915344126674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STP7UVaPItI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uSaY_oWZE9Y/s400/DSC01979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the registration&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274835924822072258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STP7U4t9G8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/-WYJv0UF3pY/s400/DSC01980.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and this is where we measure the patients' blood pressure and temperature. Why's the woman glaring at me like that?.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275492965448161938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STZQ5rycGpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NUAruvcEzBA/s400/DSC01981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After that the patients are off to the health talk. As they say, prvention is better than cure.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275492962391614690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STZQ5gZs5OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/18EqiQJxeUw/s400/DSC01994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look it's me!! haha I found out that I was going to be an usher and to call the next patient. Pleeeease dun call me a nurse-__-"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275494342779828722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STZSJ2v5efI/AAAAAAAAARI/erGZQsYE2Es/s400/DSC01993.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A doctor hre examining a patient&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275492971101601362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STZQ6A2UvlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/X__ZLl5rkdo/s400/DSC01983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And then it's off to the apotechary.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275492975900203938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STZQ6SuZm6I/AAAAAAAAARA/NHXdy8V4UXU/s400/DSC01985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;medicine!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275510739433540994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STZhERCxzYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vM37fr34DOk/s400/DSC02019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; of course they dun leave just like that, for those who are willing, we send them for counselling.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275510750936032946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STZhE75L5rI/AAAAAAAAARY/C6p38O1dcnw/s400/DSC02020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then for those are willing we pray for them. Sigh one disturbing fact was that, women were breatfeeding all over the place!! At first I thought the babies were just biting their moms' clothing, wait a minute! That ain't clothing!!! At around 4.30pm we ended all operations. There were alot of flop ups on the first day, at the beginning, all the patients were holding on to their cards so the ushers(me) had to run around searching for the right patients.... So frustrating.... Yeah then we got smarter and took away all their cards and everything went MUCH better. So this proves that even(especially) when you are doing work for God you have to have good management and planning skills, God won't appear and clear up all your messes for you just like that. My greates ordeal was the first day, as the crowds died down, there came an old lady decked in a green kebaya. I sesed there was something not quite right about her, when she touched my arm, my arm, my nose mulfunctioned, She smelt as if she hadn't bathed in months! But I know that the Lord calls me to love these people. So no matter how hard it was, I guided her to the psychiatry doctor(she was mentally handicapped) and I hoped that we were able to touch her. In any case I felt quite guilty that night, you know why? Just look at the next picture&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275560591661237266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaOaDEEhBI/AAAAAAAAARg/UVOvo99Mx-4/s400/DSC02006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;YES!! THAT was my hotel! I felt really guilty when I thought of how those village peoplee had to call that slum their home... So that night I reflected on all that has transpired that day... and I wrote a poem down which I will publish in another post. Day 2: alright so we made a few adjustments to the consultation room. now it's muuuch spacier and the system was sooo much more efficient.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275560599281727186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaOafc79tI/AAAAAAAAARo/a33E0K5ABoc/s400/DSC02010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275560608473298642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaObBsYNtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GAg6dwK0nAI/s400/DSC02014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the ushers' corner&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaObi7kz6I/AAAAAAAAASA/3Rizz5iXkN8/s1600-h/DSC02015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275560617395408802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaObi7kz6I/AAAAAAAAASA/3Rizz5iXkN8/s400/DSC02015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this bottle of disinfecting gel was FULL when we arrived. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaOa7Q2EVI/AAAAAAAAARw/uz27Am_rIxA/s1600-h/DSC02012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275560606747201874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaOa7Q2EVI/AAAAAAAAARw/uz27Am_rIxA/s400/DSC02012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the patient's card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275566948394717634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaUMDvb0cI/AAAAAAAAASg/mjVENUsFQ20/s400/DSC02028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After the crowds died down, I went from Usher, to Pharmacist, to GARBAGE TRAMPLER, and after that I'm STILL out of job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a very sad scne on that day tho, one female patient was paralyzed with AIDS. She was carried to the back curtains so I did not see her. It was very sad. Otherwise everything was quite similar to the first day. Except for a few incidents that transpired. Question, when a big guy takes control of your post in a way you don't like, what do you do? a) Stand up to him and tell him to the face b) suffer under his system c) run off to a beauty spa. guess which choice my mum took? Then that night, there was an EXCEPTIONALLY sinful dinner. We went to a portuguese(did I spell that right?) diner that night where the rib eye steak costs FIVE DOLLARS!!!!! yumyum. haha even the others said that my mom was giving me a wrong example of what missions should be like. haha I was telling them "hey all those books on missionary I read never involved any buffet breakfast and eating medium well rib eye with dessert!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275566941574252034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaULqVTxgI/AAAAAAAAASI/SX_myEM69s8/s400/DSC02035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275566945618711010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaUL5ZlUeI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mO0sz5SBC_M/s400/DSC02031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the doctors and I&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275566943317323170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaULw047aI/AAAAAAAAASY/8LrnidkK_rg/s400/DSC02029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;relaxing after a hard day of work.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaUMSJA7zI/AAAAAAAAASo/4r9Y9XIXlsQ/s1600-h/DSC02037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275566952260103986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaUMSJA7zI/AAAAAAAAASo/4r9Y9XIXlsQ/s400/DSC02037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the sinful delights we had bought for the children in the orphanage my mom helped to raise. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3, The last day was ironically the most efficient day as the system was already firmly set.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275569141737431042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaWLulFoAI/AAAAAAAAASw/rXmi0RN60K0/s400/DSC02042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ALRIGHT! Let the multitudes come!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275569142602122466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaWLxzPxOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/R2jNrjU-CDk/s400/DSC02045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;me being a makeshift interpreter.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275569158955541042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaWMuuNIjI/AAAAAAAAATI/3iDlRnou5Hk/s400/DSC02049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my mom giving the health talk&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275569154195019618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaWMc_NV2I/AAAAAAAAATA/NWs8O0ObHVY/s400/DSC02046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A fellow usher and I prescribing the patients to the specialist doctors. For lunch me and my mom did something quite sinful, we sneaked of to Shangri-La hotel to have a buffet lunch and only after that went to the orphanage to pick up some sick children:P.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaWNC_eROI/AAAAAAAAATQ/bPsfbEJnjqM/s1600-h/DSC02051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275569164396676322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaWNC_eROI/AAAAAAAAATQ/bPsfbEJnjqM/s400/DSC02051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the staff and children from my mom's orphanage.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaXpSxEoJI/AAAAAAAAATg/w7nhWDmJJok/s1600-h/DSC02055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275570739862123394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaXowDtM4I/AAAAAAAAATY/HF1C8isVE7k/s400/DSC02053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;one of the children and I.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Well, had the best beginners, missions that I could ask for. There was one other thing. Throughout the second and third day, the media tried to video us but we denied them access no matter how persistent they were. I just hope the people of the village dun suffer anymore because of them. Anyways I truly enjoyed serving God. I can't wait to go for the next missions. If you are a follower of Christ and you haven't went for a mission trip, I highly recommend you to go for one. Well for now, it's home sweet home for me:D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275570749179207826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STaXpSxEoJI/AAAAAAAAATg/w7nhWDmJJok/s400/DSC02055.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The view I took from the plane.&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/4188891536088488416-5337382333423801281?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/5337382333423801281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=5337382333423801281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5337382333423801281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5337382333423801281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/12/missions-surabaya-reflection.html' title='Missions Surabaya Reflection'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/STP35O5DFSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/R16FYZ_tDUY/s72-c/DSC019782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-5837128740342676431</id><published>2008-11-29T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:56:55.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Surabaya</title><content type='html'>haha finally got a chance to use a computer. I'm blogging from Surabaya nowXD. Helped alot of people, more than 800! The trip has been VERY enriching so far. Can't wait to get home and post more about it. Gotta go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-5837128740342676431?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/5837128740342676431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=5837128740342676431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5837128740342676431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5837128740342676431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-surabaya.html' title='In Surabaya'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-8441893432015146551</id><published>2008-11-28T07:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:28:20.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missions Surabaya</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging from inside Changi Airport lol. In any case, I'm going on my first mission trip to Surabaya. It is with my mother and her friend's church group and It's basically a medical mission and we will be helping out at a clinic to medicate the people in the rural area. It is a dangerous place and the persecution is very likely, so dear brothers and sister, please pray for me. That we may serve God well and that many people will be saved, physically and spiritually. Well I think my plane's going to leave me if I take any longer, so until next time. I'll come back with lots of pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-8441893432015146551?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/8441893432015146551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=8441893432015146551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8441893432015146551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8441893432015146551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/11/missions-surabaya.html' title='Missions Surabaya'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-4474274132047515043</id><published>2008-11-25T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:36:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shepherd of my soul...</title><content type='html'>This song truly encapsulates the meaning of God being our Shepherd I love it. This is where I drew inspiration for my name AGS.thx pinoy4you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LnTPgsDttE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LnTPgsDttE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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/4188891536088488416-4474274132047515043?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/4474274132047515043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=4474274132047515043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4474274132047515043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4474274132047515043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/11/shepherd-of-my-soul.html' title='Shepherd of my soul...'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-5360985810335981</id><published>2008-11-24T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:50:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of testimony</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, the PM guys went to Ben's house for an outing. To start of, we watched "Bruce Almighty" but the point of the outing came much later. Oh yeah not forgetting the pop-corn incident, sorry Ben, I'll buy your mom a new pot! In any case at around 6pm I asked the guys to share their testimonies about their past, how they met Christ and how Christ changed them. This was the higlight of the outing. A lot of dark pasts were uncovered and laid in the open, a lot of dirty secrets were told. Of course I'm not gonna mention any of them here but I realized something while this was going on. None of us had a very happy childhood and what more, many of us went through nearly the same secrets and mistakes! I really do not think this is by coincidence. I believe that many of the things that a guy in the concrete jungle has to face is not faced by him alone. I could really identify with my friend's experiences and I'm sure they could also identify with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wondered "How could anyone ever use the term 'You Think You Understand Me? You Think You Know What I'm Going Through? Well You Don't!'" It sounds like a cheesy line from a chinese soap opera but many people still think this way. Indeed no one can understand another  person fully, only God can do that, but ironically, how could a person not understand someone when he is going through nearly the same thing? When a friend seeks to counsel or comfort you next time, try to listten to him/her and correcting some points first before blowing your friend off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person living in the same place has to wade through the same pile of crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-5360985810335981?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/5360985810335981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=5360985810335981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5360985810335981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5360985810335981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-of-testimony.html' title='Time of testimony'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-8547107855383497154</id><published>2008-11-20T08:34:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:07:02.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Brastagi/Lake Toba/Medan Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSSxZVccmcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oNSUTt4yqVU/s1600-h/Image102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270532512741628354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSSxZVccmcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oNSUTt4yqVU/s400/Image102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woohoo! I had a trip back to my home town recently. It's amazing how much more you see of it once you've grown up. Thank God it didn't rain the ENTIRE week I was there! Here is my fuzzy recollection of the series of events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day1: Arrived in Medan International Airport. It turns out that I would be staying in a villa that belonged to my relative. It also turns out that my relative owns a huge farm and is a major vegetable exporter to Singapore, Japan, etc! When I arrived at the villa my jaw dropped. It was HUGE. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270534386450512642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSSzGZjdOwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QBv05b1_8s0/s400/Image149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Living room, or maybe I should call it the lounge?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270534392229521426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSSzGvFR6BI/AAAAAAAAAJY/c0Oqjj26Sjw/s400/Image150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The SECOND Living Room&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270534393701812514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSSzG0kTSSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4r_sMgjl0Ak/s400/Image148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They have 3 dining tables, THREE!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270534399312165602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSSzHJd6euI/AAAAAAAAAJo/chKf9zBRB_E/s400/Image151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is just one of the FIVE bedrooms there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's great to have rich relatives, but I'm content with my small condominium haha, did I mention they have also have a large backyard full of different types of orange trees? I didn't take a full view of the garden but I took a picture of the orange tree.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270536113859185538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSS0q8pxy4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/DipvWtSSGKs/s400/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270558042147298370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTInV5EnEI/AAAAAAAAALA/5eepZNJ7Pj8/s400/DSC01463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the view from their backyard, their BACKYARD!!! Imagine getting up everymorning seeing this!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, we went to the soon to be Pearl of Lake Toba Resort which will be completed end of next year(I think). anyways, eventho it's not completed yet, you can see how great it will be already. Here are a few snapshots of the place &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270537963639709778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSS2Wnn0oFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kG7FV03c6oY/s400/Image094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The lamppost is NOT why I took this picture!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSS2X1W4PuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MEJBs_hFVY8/s1600-h/Image115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270537984506609378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSS2X1W4PuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MEJBs_hFVY8/s400/Image115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270558031402550226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTImt3Uw9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/yTR3qVup1U8/s400/DSC01370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;me and my brother&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSS2XknMtNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BV5ssmP-XNE/s1600-h/Image114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270537980011656402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSS2XknMtNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BV5ssmP-XNE/s400/Image114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSS2XCwL0iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Se0l_NshfG0/s1600-h/Image098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270537970922541602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSS2XCwL0iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Se0l_NshfG0/s400/Image098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTDSiBDqnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Wgh1y72lRI0/s1600-h/Image120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270552187066624626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTDSiBDqnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Wgh1y72lRI0/s400/Image120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Cafe there&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTDSTK4btI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tc6ueAh4xbw/s1600-h/Image119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270552183081299666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTDSTK4btI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tc6ueAh4xbw/s400/Image119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270558034240205714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTIm4b385I/AAAAAAAAAK4/PQ5uWGKMZwk/s400/DSC01394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chilling out. The two women at the front are my mom' friends. The woman in black and whte stripes is my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are other facilities, some still being built, such as golf course, farm, etc. Btw, here are some interesting facts about Lake Toba: 1 It is large enough to hold 3 Singapores. 2 There's even an Island in the middle of the Lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day2: We went to Brastagi which is a mountain near Lake Toba. Uncle Rio(the relative in whose villa I'm staying, He's not as old as his name would suggest) kindly brought us to his farm. Usually it would be strictly off limits but since we're relatives, he's giving us a special privilege, yay! He even let us pick some of his fruits and veges, yum! Btw Uncle Rio has SEVERAL farms these are pictures not just from one of them.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTMGfzua5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/l1BtU0H8dHI/s1600-h/DSC01433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270561875920055186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTMGfzua5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/l1BtU0H8dHI/s400/DSC01433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTMF_tZWcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/T743jagQAQs/s1600-h/DSC01418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270561867303573954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTMF_tZWcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/T743jagQAQs/s400/DSC01418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cucumbers! We got to harvest some of the cucumber, wash and eat directly! They were soo sweeet:D&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTMFiS5ZPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NhEuQVjidVs/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270561859407799538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTMFiS5ZPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NhEuQVjidVs/s400/DSC01414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Citrus! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270567405539346450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTRIXPsyBI/AAAAAAAAANA/3ZXnAIS8uP0/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tomatoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270561107592621522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTLZxkMLdI/AAAAAAAAALo/BKbcSSlT_aQ/s400/DSC01406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Paprika!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270561854295569202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTMFPQC8zI/AAAAAAAAALw/sXoi8Gtxu50/s400/DSC01412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me Picking the Paprika&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTMFdLr8SI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8O-9IBd7ZoQ/s1600-h/DSC01413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270561858035380514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTMFdLr8SI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8O-9IBd7ZoQ/s400/DSC01413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shades of my shirt!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTLZio9sUI/AAAAAAAAALg/ypHPrPCLtGg/s1600-h/DSC01403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270561103586111810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTLZio9sUI/AAAAAAAAALg/ypHPrPCLtGg/s400/DSC01403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTLZI3zfwI/AAAAAAAAALY/_qbGAAJbBDY/s1600-h/DSC01399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270561096669036290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTLZI3zfwI/AAAAAAAAALY/_qbGAAJbBDY/s400/DSC01399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; indoor&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270561086447429362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTLYiyyJvI/AAAAAAAAALI/0idQfIAXFeY/s400/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Outdoor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270561098252663282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTLZOxXufI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZIXzlFeZUgs/s400/Image147.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTQTI4FK1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/t-j-mU7H4j0/s1600-h/DSC01461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270566491149118290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTQTI4FK1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/t-j-mU7H4j0/s400/DSC01461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270566477508751074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTQSWD9ruI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GhmNCkYGQu0/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They have an interesting technique to reduce usage of pesticides on crops in the farm. They will grow bright flowers such as the marigolds above along side the hothouses. Apparently, pests will be more attracted to the flowers and stay on them rather than the crops. The flowers are then sprayed with pesticide to kill the pests. Thus the crops need less pesticide &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270566482522002642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTQSovN1NI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PH4MwsFCTH4/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTQS_Ku1nI/AAAAAAAAAMw/A9mLhfOflcU/s1600-h/DSC01456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270566488542991986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTQS_Ku1nI/AAAAAAAAAMw/A9mLhfOflcU/s400/DSC01456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aww...Ain't it cute and the next moment it's DEAD MUAHAHAHA!!! Just kidding:D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270567409126933250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTRIknDAwI/AAAAAAAAANI/J2YtTK25nFo/s400/Image133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Seedlings&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTRIqlTIoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DFjWHj50sdA/s1600-h/Image132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270567410730214018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTRIqlTIoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DFjWHj50sdA/s400/Image132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got back for dinner in the villa IT WAS GREAT! The freshly harvested vegetables were quickly cooked and they were soooooo different from the veges we have here. For once in my life there were more vegetables than meat served on the table, and I enjoyed it more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270572421229472930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTVsUJabKI/AAAAAAAAANY/jyoIYBOczgM/s400/DSC01465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Day3: Okay so we have seen where the vegetables are planted, but where are they processed and packaged? Well that is what I found out on this day. Uncle Rio brought us to the packaging site. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTXstFb3yI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Bun-Ge_HQUI/s1600-h/Image173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270574599181460658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTXrFpoZLI/AAAAAAAAANg/rQ-o91mWE0Y/s400/Image153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is where YOUR vegetables are picked for quality&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270574606247402258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTXrf-SGxI/AAAAAAAAANo/8Qv_qs5iiU4/s400/Image158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Busy at work&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270574616768481282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTXsHKtCAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/g2LQ_eYYvVY/s400/Image167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Where your veges come in&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270574626946932514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTXstFb3yI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Bun-Ge_HQUI/s400/Image173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Processed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTXrr4o6OI/AAAAAAAAANw/l4HaVsaOLrg/s1600-h/Image159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270574609444956386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTXrr4o6OI/AAAAAAAAANw/l4HaVsaOLrg/s400/Image159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then packaged in these. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270575991175719058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTY8HO7KJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Oz3nkCvd9hs/s400/Image166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Workers are required to pass through this water gate to ensure hygiene&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTY8UNVd0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/rYQqNn-rh2s/s1600-h/Image186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270575994658715458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTY8UNVd0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/rYQqNn-rh2s/s400/Image186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where water from the factory is disposed. The water has to pass through 3 pools before disposed into outside. To ensure that the water is clean before disposal, they breed fishes in the third pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTY8ddIIRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/64iq8rI__IM/s1600-h/Image184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270575997140869394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTY8ddIIRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/64iq8rI__IM/s400/Image184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's Uncle Rio explaining everything to us(I bet he's younger than you expected haha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to a famous fruit market in Brastagi. I've been here before long, long ago when I was a wee child, ahh good times. It's so different how much more I see, now that I'm 15 though the market itself has not changed abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTbAxIX50I/AAAAAAAAAOo/VNO--saUrUQ/s1600-h/DSC01427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270578270165264194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTbAxIX50I/AAAAAAAAAOo/VNO--saUrUQ/s400/DSC01427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTbAuCARaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/n3wMvcmhQxo/s1600-h/DSC01426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270578269333243298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTbAuCARaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/n3wMvcmhQxo/s400/DSC01426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But what surprises me the most in Brastagi is the number of churches there! Nearly every kilometer we traveled had churches. Granted these churches are quite small and aren't as fanciful as the ones we have in Singapore. Later I learnt that long ago the Batak people(inhabitants of Brastagi) were canibals. Missionary after missionary came to give them the gospel, many of them ended up on the dinner table(assuming they HAD tables) but one day, the Batak people aactually sat down and listened to the message of the persistent missionaries. That was when God did his work in the Batak people's lives and changed them to be what they are now. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTdToGkarI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8r9S8UBSw3w/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270580775100760066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTdSkviQAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bDSRNWziu44/s400/DSC01429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270580774673634290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTdSjJs0_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/CS1egt6AAVQ/s400/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;YES that IS a church&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270580779648694514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTdS1r2OPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/eLSKSJfVPt4/s400/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270580793182546610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTdToGkarI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8r9S8UBSw3w/s400/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know that some of these shots are not very good but give me some credit! I took it from inside a moving car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTdTdCMm9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/1dzuk_pRzbU/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270580790211419090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSTdTdCMm9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/1dzuk_pRzbU/s400/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yeah one last Highlight off the trip was going to a restaurant at the edge of the Lake and have some scrumptious fish. We had fried goldfish! Not the chubby little goldfishes you find in aquariums but the more slender ones that somewhat resemble a koi. We got to see them catch the fish, beat it, scale it, slice it and gut it, All while the fish was alive!(actually it was already half dead) Wohoo! NC16 action! haha. It was goooooooooooood but I don't think you can get any tour guide to bring you here, it is a restaurant only locals would know. I was to busy watching the fishes get battered to take any pictures so sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day4-6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left Brastagi and returned to my hometown! Medan! I missed it sooooooooooooooo much. The good thing about Medan is that no matter how long you've been away, you can still find everything nearly the same. All your favourite eateries you went to when you were a child. It's so great. Original Christian CDs are also waaaaaaay cheaper than in Singapore. One could cost about 50000Rp-75000Rp. 6000Rp is S$1 you do the math and yes they ARE ORIGINAL. I even got too see my old house!!! Too bad I couldn't enter, someone else is living there now. It's soooooooooo nostalgic. I can't believe someoneelse is now sleeping in my room... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270585155773200882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSThRkBO-fI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ccxQUhXT4og/s400/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well that's all for now the trip was very enriching and so nostalgic. I love my hometown no matter how bad some people may picture it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4188891536088488416-8547107855383497154?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/8547107855383497154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=8547107855383497154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8547107855383497154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8547107855383497154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/11/brastagilake-tobamedan-trip.html' title='Brastagi/Lake Toba/Medan Trip'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSSxZVccmcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oNSUTt4yqVU/s72-c/Image102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-8090188339180266819</id><published>2008-11-17T10:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:51:33.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Mum's Cuisine:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;YAY! I dun like to boast but my mom's cooking is just the best:D Yesterday she served us prawn and mango salad and chicken pastrami. Actually, she substituted the original ingredients. The two dishes were christmas meals and were supposed to be lobster and mango salad and turkey pastrami, but whatever. As long as they taste good I dun bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269442985262220962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSDSefS6hqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_2ksJSBnAqA/s400/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ARHH!!! my aunt's arm is in this picture! Anyways it's quite obvious that this is the prawn &amp;amp; mango salad&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269442991258243746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSDSe1oekqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JR9MtSBSJLA/s400/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Chicken Pastrami (dun ask me what pastrami is, I dun hav a clue)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mouthwatering:D? haha food cooked(properly) at home is food at it's best. I thank God for such a wonderful mom as mine:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-8090188339180266819?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/8090188339180266819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=8090188339180266819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8090188339180266819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8090188339180266819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/11/mums-cuisined.html' title='Mum&apos;s Cuisine:D'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SSDSefS6hqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_2ksJSBnAqA/s72-c/Image058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-283749744903694260</id><published>2008-11-14T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:15:26.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, The Greatest Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SR1hfMz5r6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/CJhX53oQCwc/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268474327736102818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SR1hfMz5r6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/CJhX53oQCwc/s400/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love is the greatest gift a person could give and when I say Love, I mean real, undying, un-withholding , selfless love, not the warped definitions of Love people so often mistake it for. The google bar is just on top, I challenge you to enter "Love" or even "Love thy neighbour", even with strict filtering you get all sorts of lewd definitions/pictures of it. So what is love? Instead of tiring my fingers typing it out, why don't you just flip to 1 Corinthians 3:14? Today, my Love for God was just renewed. It only takes such a simple activity as singing songs to Him in your room and committing your life back to Him, surrendering all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when you love God can you truly love others for who they are, images of Him. It's like looking into a portrait of your beloved, it's not perfect but it's there. Anyways, I could swear, you will want to hug every person on the street and tell them how much you and God loves them when you have the right love for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to find true love in this world? Probably because people don't want it. The type of love people want is the love with "no strings attached" where they can get out of it when the going gets tough without making any sort of real commitment, yet they keep going on about how they want a love that LASTS, a love that is TRUE, a love that is bla bla bla so on and so forth. It's standing there in front of them but they do not accept it. That sort of Love can only be found in the open, nail-scarred arms of Jesus. Does this sound like you? Just look at any true Christian, they are always joyous(not in the retarded manner of course) in every circumstance, it is only because they have found true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in our relationship with God we can have a superficial love for Him. What is Love? how do we define it? It is forgiving when you are not forgiven, it is reaching out no matter how "unworthy" someone seems, it is helping even when you are despised, it is holding on even when it hurts, it is not giving up even when it brings you to tears, it is to cry with somebody who is hurting holding on to his/her hand, It is to give even when you have nothing left, it is to die for a friend the list continues. That is true love and it can only be perfectly found in Christ Jesus. It can only be given once it is received. This is the Love that I and so many others hold on to. Won't you accept this amazing Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(I don't wanna brag but the picture above is taken by me, I found the idea on the net so credit doesn't go to me....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-283749744903694260?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/283749744903694260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=283749744903694260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/283749744903694260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/283749744903694260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-greatest-gift.html' title='Love, The Greatest Gift'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SR1hfMz5r6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/CJhX53oQCwc/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-8904133396464475555</id><published>2008-11-13T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:28:35.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZ</title><content type='html'>Hey guys just to clarify, I won't post unless there's anything worth posting so pls dun mind if I only post on my blog every so often.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-8904133396464475555?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/8904133396464475555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=8904133396464475555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8904133396464475555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8904133396464475555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/11/zzz.html' title='ZZZ'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-5892601400539754405</id><published>2008-11-11T16:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:28:23.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mock ASEAN Conference</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the Mock ASEAN conference for the N6 cluster. It was great to be part of the team. My school represented Indonesia haha what a coincidence for me to represent my own country. In any case I &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;saboed&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; chosen to be the Foreign Minister, in other words, the guy that has to give a 3 minute speech to summarise the results of the discussions(THX A BUNCH GUYS). Although I have been on stage many times before, this time was EXTREMELY frightening. Much of it was due to the fact that I had written down the wrong things for my speech! When I heard the other foreign ministers speaking, I was thinking "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, God help me," Fortunately, I was able to do an impromtu change on stage which involved scratching away the ENTIRE first half of my speech which I stayed up all night to prepare,(I could hear a tear through my heart)':) and changing it into something else. Fortunately when the chaiperson called for me, I was able to reply cooly in my most profesional and not monotonoust voice "Firstly, Indonesia would like to thank Laos and..." Haha, I could really imagine my heart wanting to eject out of my mouth and run out of the hall. I thank God for giving me the courage and quick-thinking to go up there and give a speech. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a part of the conference many people do not know. While taking my place on stage, I talked with another Foreign minister that was sitting next to me and we were quite friendly toward each other and quietly encouraged one another before our speeches. After my nerve wrecking speech, we kept on communicating to each other on stage via writing whilst the other FMs were droning their speeches away. When she saw me doodling on my lecture pad she wrote on her paper&lt;br /&gt;"Are you really that bored?" and I replied&lt;br /&gt;"Nah just pretending to write" At this point, she was desperately trying to hold her laughter and fortunately, the lights were so glaring and the audience so bored that even if you broke into fits of laughter and rolled hysterically on the floor nearly no one would notice. Well it was an exciting conference all together(especially the free food:D) and I truly enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-5892601400539754405?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/5892601400539754405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=5892601400539754405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5892601400539754405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5892601400539754405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/11/mock-asean-conference.html' title='Mock ASEAN Conference'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-8711955361907853695</id><published>2008-11-05T15:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:47:03.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home-made pop art'/><title type='text'>Pop Arts</title><content type='html'>Shalom! I'm back with more pop arts! This time tho, I only made 1 Christian one, the rest are random stuff I made. Enjoy! and please comment: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start off with the very first pop art I've ever made. It's actually a mascot for a geography project to promote ... I think you can guess what it's supposed to promote haha. It may be simple and in some ways, grotesque, but it is what sparked my interest in pop art making. Thx to Desmond and Weijun , my teammates at that time for their support too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265079785241563634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SRFSK0lp0fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iI1UkhBls44/s400/Bon-bon!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;His name is Bon-bon. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this pop art haha. I created it for my Literature presentation for "To Kill A Mockingbird" ain't it cute? If you like this picture, you'll love the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265080677918885458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SRFS-yEgxlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HbVcff5hqK8/s400/To+kill+a+Mocking+bird.bmp" border="0" /&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call this one "Killed A Mockingbird" haha, I ended my presentation with this picture. you may now call me a sadist:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265080679114296370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SRFS-2hhTDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZHkHYsRPWt8/s400/killed+a+Mocking+bird.bmp" border="0" /&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever heard of a fat vampire? Well considering that blood is rich in fats, vampires should be BOUNCING BALLS OF LARD(my apologies to fan-girls who had the "beautiful beasts of darkness" mindset. Even the original stories picture vampires as bloated. So all these inspired my next picture &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265080684158401906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SRFS_JUIPXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Z4NfBx_Vp6k/s400/vampire.bmp" border="0" /&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Haha this is the only Christian pop- art for now, It's inspired by the plague of darkness in Exodus&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265087525123779602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SRFZNV5X7BI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ysomh33lArg/s400/Plague+of+Darkness.png" border="0" /&gt;That's all the pop arts for now thx for taking a look:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4188891536088488416-8711955361907853695?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/8711955361907853695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=8711955361907853695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8711955361907853695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8711955361907853695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/11/pop-arts.html' title='Pop Arts'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SRFSK0lp0fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iI1UkhBls44/s72-c/Bon-bon!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-964643014393320428</id><published>2008-11-01T21:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:43:52.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Who Can Stand?</title><content type='html'>Felt like writing a random poem here goes!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263689688627430946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQxh4jKGRiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/e6gdGsYSFWc/s400/stand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Among a thousand others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking their stand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Against the raging seas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One question remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who can stand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who can stand?&lt;br /&gt;When mountains tremble and giants fall&lt;br /&gt;Who can stand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt; all around you disasters &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;call&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;mountains melt like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;wax&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;valleys split &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;------- ---&lt;/span&gt;asunder&lt;br /&gt;Among it all,&lt;br /&gt;Who can stand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time has come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dark clouds on the horizon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet it comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before your eyes are open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One question remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you stand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the way &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;to Him is open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt; stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventhough &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;all else fails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The mountains&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt; melt like wax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The valleys &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;split asunder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Among it all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;He can stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in him&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Him-------&lt;/span&gt;I will stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;my stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In you I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;will stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus you&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;are my stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha is sounds more like a song than a poem, maybe I will turn it into a song, haha. Problem is, I'm terrible when it comes to making tunes. so a poem it will be:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-964643014393320428?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/964643014393320428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=964643014393320428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/964643014393320428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/964643014393320428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-can-stand.html' title='Who Can Stand?'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQxh4jKGRiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/e6gdGsYSFWc/s72-c/stand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-4630068968429946754</id><published>2008-10-31T15:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:17:09.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk In The Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQqz--CPmaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CGwE3cTjwoY/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263217008921516450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQqz--CPmaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CGwE3cTjwoY/s400/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about Punggol park that attracts me to it. I went to Punggol Park the other day. The park was simply awesome and surpassed many of my expectations of a quiet walk. Everything I expected and failed to see at Fort Canning Park I saw there. The palm trees just seem to give you a standing ovation when you entter or when you leave and I didn't know any park in Singapore could have a pool that big.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263217653257513106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQq0keX6qJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sw22XH93OAs/s400/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go fishing there sometime! Anyone care to join? Maybe SF can go for a fishing outing here? Just to get a literal feel of the name 'salted fishers' someone get the salt!! Then again we have the nearer Bishan Park to go to and some of us don't have the patience to just sit down by the edge of the pond and wait I suppose. There also some frightful moments, I was walking along the above cattails when all of a sudden there was a huge "SPLOSH!!!" Which scared half the life out of me haha. I also found the remains dead fish. cause of death: unknown(head is severed)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263220172065517314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQq23FqirwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5p3ScPBLWEk/s400/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems to have had its head bitten of by a predator and since this headless fish is quite large, it makes me wonder: just what type of ferocious huge fishes live in those murky waters....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aside from that I found some strange pinkish stuff on the stem of the cattails. Anyone care to explain what they are?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263221630215663986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQq4L9soMXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vowwkyPIhxM/s400/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a pleasant experience going to that park and I learnt a few things too. I highly recommend anyone trying to find some peace and quiet or just looking for a place to do quiet time or bible study to visit this park.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQq6HY67jgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NRLgLV-10eI/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263223750647320066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQq6HY67jgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NRLgLV-10eI/s400/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQq6HIUBDWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5V9oETq1LAk/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263223746189135202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQq6HIUBDWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5V9oETq1LAk/s400/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-4630068968429946754?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/4630068968429946754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=4630068968429946754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4630068968429946754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/4630068968429946754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/10/walk-in-park.html' title='A Walk In The Park'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQqz--CPmaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CGwE3cTjwoY/s72-c/Image044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-176940154533579592</id><published>2008-10-27T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:38:16.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humaneity</title><content type='html'>I was watching a program on NatGeo today about a serial bomber that detonated at least twelve bombs over a span of 20 years killing many people. One of the description they used for him was 'inhuman'. This got me thinking, is it really "inhuman" to kill sadistically? Inhuman is made up of 'in' and 'human' meaning 'not human'. Don't get me wrong, I'm not promoting crime, but isn't it perfectly "HUMAN" to kill, steal, lie, lust, to step on others and to exalt oneself above others? On the other hand, it is 'inhuman' to love all peoples unconditionally, to give without expecting return, to always tell the straight truth, to think of others before self. What person do you know does all the positive things I list without fail? Yet it is impossible to find a person who have not lie and lust, in fact the one who says he have never lied is the biggest liar of all. Ironic isn't it? That is why Christianity to me teaches us to be 'inhuman' bu rather to be "godly". Because only God can do all the "inhuman" things without flaw. Let this be our goal to rid ourselves of our old sinful human nature and follow Christ who though became human, preserved his purity and innocence in him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-176940154533579592?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/176940154533579592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=176940154533579592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/176940154533579592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/176940154533579592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/10/humaneity.html' title='Humaneity'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-7158471876617279148</id><published>2008-10-25T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:16:52.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Read Finish The Entire BIBLE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQM0Ct-Dg0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/t0MAtEWuqTo/s1600-h/Bible.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261106011003126594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQM0Ct-Dg0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/t0MAtEWuqTo/s400/Bible.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a journey that started a year ago at the prompting of a speaker named Victor Tan and today is finally completed. The arduos journey of reading the entire Holy Bible, Book by book, Page by page, chapter by chapter, you get what I mean. When I look at back, I still can't believe I have read through every page and processed every word in my head. It has truely enriched my soul and increased my faith. The journey was definitely not easy and it required me to set aside a portion of my day everyday to read at least 3 chapters of the Bible. Granted there were days I just was too busy(i.e. lazy) to read it but I some how managed to pull through! All by the Grace of Christ. This calls for a celebration!! I strongly encourage Christians who have not read through the whole Bible at least once to take up the challenge of reading it through. You can follow my method of 3 chapters per day for an entire year or follow your own study plan. It will benefit your walk with God substantially. Dun tell me it's impossible or you're too young you knw it's a lie. And don't even start saying you are too busy cause if you are abll to read books on vampires(as if there aren't enough bloodsuckers in real life), over-dramatic romances, secret societies and/or people waving wands around while shouting words that sound like "asparagus", you have time read the Bible. Of course, I'm not forcing anyone, do it at your own free will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what I'm gonna do now that I've finished. Ok then, ONE MORE TIME FROM THE TOP!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-7158471876617279148?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/7158471876617279148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=7158471876617279148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7158471876617279148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/7158471876617279148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-read-finish-entire-bible.html' title='I&apos;ve Read Finish The Entire BIBLE!!!!'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SQM0Ct-Dg0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/t0MAtEWuqTo/s72-c/Bible.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-5414000797795661029</id><published>2008-10-21T12:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:15:18.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is crashing down~crashing down~crashing down.</title><content type='html'>Lately life has been very hectic. Economy crash, Market crash, Plane crash, Car crash, Relationship crash, the next thing to crash is this world. Amidst all these it's very difficult to smile isn't it? I'm sure everyone has experienced some type of crash. Most critical now is the worldwide market crash(fancy a 15 yearold talking about it). My mother works in DBS bank, fortunately due to God's grace and her hardwork, her possition is still quite stable despite people being retrenched all around her. The other day she was just joking with me about the news which showed protesters holding sing boards saying "DBS Bandits" scratching away the word 'Bankers'. This psalm came back to me:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7 A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.&lt;br /&gt;8 You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Indeed, my mother stood firm in God and did not fall, yet she observed all the "wicked" bankers, those who invested their client's money unwisely, fall away. Surprisingly the Bible only mentions the word 'crash' 2 times but one of it really struck me as applicable throughout this age of crashes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Matt 7:26-27:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;26But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. 27The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great CRASH." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is a familiar verse but few realize that this verse is applicable outside the church and our faith. Houses are things that makes us feel secure, safe and protects us from the harsh elements .We are all building 'houses', be it in the next investment, exams, relationships or even literally houses. The same thing applies: Are you building your house on the Rock? By following following Jesus instructions in everyday matters we are infact building our 'houses' on His strong foundation. Yet there are those who cut corners in building their houses thus metaphorically "building a house on quicksand" It may be easier to build a house on sand, that is to cheat, cut corners and/or not follow Jesus' instruction, in fact such houses are faster to build and look prettier but they do not last long and ALWAYS end with a CRASH. Remember the Si Chuan earthquake? The school that collapsed and the school that stood, what difference did they have? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So how have you been building your 'house'? The only way to protect yourself from this age of crashes is to firmly establish your foundations. Please do not think this is childish, it is quite true indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other use of the word crash is quite interesting. It seems to foretell of a market crash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zeph1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10 "On that day," declares the LORD, "a cry will go up from the Fish Gate, wailing from the New Quarter, and a loud crash from the hills.&lt;br /&gt;11 Wail, you who live in the market district; all your merchants will be wiped out, all who trade with silver will be ruined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but I certainly wouldnt say that this is a prophecy about the market crash haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AGS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-5414000797795661029?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/5414000797795661029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=5414000797795661029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5414000797795661029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/5414000797795661029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/10/everything-is-crashing-downcrashing.html' title='Everything is crashing down~crashing down~crashing down.'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-8162980016908100977</id><published>2008-10-18T21:13:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:18:53.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Bali Trip</title><content type='html'>I just went to Bali recently and it was superb! The Beach was sandy white, the waters were crystal blue, the scenery was majestic, truly one of the places you can go to to experience God's majesty and glory(You DON'T HAV TO WORRY ABOUT BOMBINGS). I cant exactly remember the sequence of events but this is the hazzy outline of it all:&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;   Arrived at Niko Hotel.The buildings here arre only one floor high due to cultural reasons so the hotel had to be build downwards down a cliff(The view was fantastic)!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnnNAa5oII/AAAAAAAAACY/Dr7TpiSTCRY/s1600-h/333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnnNAa5oII/AAAAAAAAACY/Dr7TpiSTCRY/s400/333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258488250568908930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnnNRcM5jI/AAAAAAAAACg/qAajlrzweVA/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnnNRcM5jI/AAAAAAAAACg/qAajlrzweVA/s400/Image064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258488255137769010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;So it will go 1, B1, B2, B3, B4 so on and so forth. I didnt take any pictures of the hotel tho... WARNING do not go there if you're afraid of insects! There are no bugs in the rooms but since it's beside a cliff the open air corridors have quite a number of bugs. I got out one morning and found a huge praying mantis, I took a picture of it but it was so blurry I deleted it...Other than that the hotel was fantastic, had a huge pool(I dun know why you would swim in a pool next to the beach tho) and you could got to the beach anytime&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;   The highlight of the day was watching a Balinese dance called Barong. It was a Balinese equivalent of a lion dance and of course with the captivating movements of balinese dancers&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnn33HYc7I/AAAAAAAAACo/zza6EdLXzNY/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnn33HYc7I/AAAAAAAAACo/zza6EdLXzNY/s400/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258488986805498802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnn4IQmauI/AAAAAAAAACw/WjrPLv7vRhg/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnn4IQmauI/AAAAAAAAACw/WjrPLv7vRhg/s400/Image021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258488991407565538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 &lt;br /&gt;   We visited the Seaside Hindu temple which name escaped me(IOW I forgot). There were many Hindu pilgrims there and they gathered beside the beach and worship towards the temple which is build on a large rock separated from the beach. They also worship a "Holy Snake" there which lived in a cave. They allowed us to enter the cave for free. I went in and found out that the snake lived inside a hole and when I saw it, it was smaller than what I expected. It was a banded black and white snake(they even alloowed you to touch it!)&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;    We took a glass bottom boat ride(There wasn't much to see at the bottom unless you're interested in rocks and kelp) to a turtle farm and this part of the trip I truly enjoyed. I finally met up with my own kind(for those who understand what I'm saying, keep it to yourself)! It was an effort to save the sea tutles in Indonesia not to eat the turtle if that's what you're thinking. They allowed us to carry some of the smaller turtles, which were not so small(They were heavy!), feed the larger turtles in the pond and for those who could, carry the large turtles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnrSfDbCKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aOakM2FBTBY/s1600-h/316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnrSfDbCKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aOakM2FBTBY/s400/316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258492742737791138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arriving there on the boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPntHnz_GcI/AAAAAAAAADA/1cid-CMkYIM/s1600-h/296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPntHnz_GcI/AAAAAAAAADA/1cid-CMkYIM/s400/296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258494755133659586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the right is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPntH6-VvrI/AAAAAAAAADI/o0pNn5voaxg/s1600-h/300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPntH6-VvrI/AAAAAAAAADI/o0pNn5voaxg/s400/300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258494760277360306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPntIBG6yPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BvOL9d6SbjY/s1600-h/303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPntIBG6yPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BvOL9d6SbjY/s400/303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258494761923954930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turtle soup....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPntIpE83XI/AAAAAAAAADY/hkmA5iUC_E8/s1600-h/309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPntIpE83XI/AAAAAAAAADY/hkmA5iUC_E8/s400/309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258494772653120882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bite the kelp not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPntI1b0bMI/AAAAAAAAADg/Sny1Wc5a5Gw/s1600-h/304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPntI1b0bMI/AAAAAAAAADg/Sny1Wc5a5Gw/s400/304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258494775970262210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These group of aspiring weight lifters attempted at the large turtles(poor turtle&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides turtles, they also had other animals there such as Hawks, Iguanas and most prominent is the fighting cocks(don't think dirty, or should I use the rooster insteead?-_-"). We even got to see the roosters in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnw5tP3OpI/AAAAAAAAADo/DRigt-b1oBg/s1600-h/306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnw5tP3OpI/AAAAAAAAADo/DRigt-b1oBg/s400/306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258498914121104018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mighty hawk!perched on its, well, not so grand wooden stand it surveys the curious tourist. the term lack of privacy comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnw53mS4aI/AAAAAAAAADw/fl0yill7HuU/s1600-h/307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnw53mS4aI/AAAAAAAAADw/fl0yill7HuU/s400/307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258498916899545506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the woman must be thinking "EEEK! a demoralised, most-of-the-time-caged iguana that's supposed to be twice my size but over here I'm twice the size of!" just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnw6Qq4MuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lqyBhSeYIIU/s1600-h/314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnw6Qq4MuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lqyBhSeYIIU/s400/314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258498923629654754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys have to caress the roosters repeatedly to rouse them to fight(again, DON'T THINK DIRTY, this blog is still to glorify God you know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnw66mPcrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ER344DHu1UA/s1600-h/315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnw66mPcrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ER344DHu1UA/s400/315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258498934884496050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we went to Ganesha Restaurant(for those who don't know Ganesha is the Elephant headed god of Hindu). We were literaly dining on the beach with the crashing waves a few steps away and the food was oh so gooooooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPn2CzFTc8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/75J6URfmITU/s1600-h/323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPn2CzFTc8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/75J6URfmITU/s400/323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258504567864390594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my smug look I had no idea about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPn2Da-ZjrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Xwws1eYA6Y0/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPn2Da-ZjrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Xwws1eYA6Y0/s400/Image048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258504578572848818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the restaurant, you might want to give glory to God right about...NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;    I'm not sure if it was today but I think it was a sunday and we attended a balinese church there and it was not as I expected. They were singing "Friend of God" need I say more? but it was meaningful to know that even in the place you least expect it, there is a group of saints not so different from yourself. Sorry no pictures, hey when you're worshiping, you dun take pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;    After that it was a complete day of beach games! We went to jetskiing and it was FUN! When I was jetskiing it was truly an amazing experience. The ocean was so borderless and wide. Eventhough it was so exciting and bumpy, I could not help but feel very, very small in such a vast ocean. That was when I really thanked God for being so big. For those who have never tried jetskiing before, I highly recommend you to try it out and if you're worried about safety, there's a staff sitting behind you to make sure all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPn6NLSiVdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BKeC6wsRfpk/s1600-h/335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPn6NLSiVdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BKeC6wsRfpk/s400/335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258509144207545810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we rode the stingray, a sort of float that is pulled through the air by a speedboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPn8Kn08zLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wLuNi5_tpoU/s1600-h/320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPn8Kn08zLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/wLuNi5_tpoU/s400/320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258511299351727282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming back from the stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPn8LEwo7NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sb3-B0PY4x0/s1600-h/322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPn8LEwo7NI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sb3-B0PY4x0/s400/322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258511307118275794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the background you can see another stingray if you're interested to know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPn9Pslls4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/xrzcPsNXqBI/s1600-h/New+Picture.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPn9Pslls4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/xrzcPsNXqBI/s400/New+Picture.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258512486040449922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6(my last day)':)    &lt;br /&gt;On the last day, We left Niko hotel and went to visit BVLGARI resort, not to stay but just to experience high class lodging(yes we're that sad...). If you ever go to Bali I STRONGLY encourage you to stay at BVLGARI resort if you have money to burn. you don't stay in rooms but personal mini villas and you are driven all around the resort in a go-kart! These are just SOME of the views there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoCcdZ7eZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kNmBiOSkwsg/s1600-h/waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoCcdZ7eZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kNmBiOSkwsg/s400/waves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258518202861451666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoCcp7K0ZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pAgsypaUBhI/s1600-h/oceana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoCcp7K0ZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pAgsypaUBhI/s400/oceana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258518206222094738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoCc9MG4SI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dcbZEqSoa9A/s1600-h/330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoCc9MG4SI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dcbZEqSoa9A/s400/330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258518211393413410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoCddWFwPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1W0tAxkqKhk/s1600-h/338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoCddWFwPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1W0tAxkqKhk/s400/338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258518220025217266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swimming pool is facing the ocean so it feels like you're just floating away like a jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoCdlDhERI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8a7XbkZ8nOI/s1600-h/Image075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoCdlDhERI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8a7XbkZ8nOI/s400/Image075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258518222094799122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoDhqWL_qI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tXaYYTbQusQ/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoDhqWL_qI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tXaYYTbQusQ/s400/Image082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258519391746391714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoDiHlFI4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/W0g34ROBzn0/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoDiHlFI4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/W0g34ROBzn0/s400/Image067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258519399593485186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are not huts you see at the bottom right but the villas to live in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoDiUvQ2yI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9PjyajUawos/s1600-h/340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPoDiUvQ2yI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9PjyajUawos/s400/340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258519403125857058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it's time to say goodbye to Bali a really lovely place shattered a few years ago by the horrible bombing. but today it is still as beautiful as ever and truly one of the most beautiful places in this world. Bali is truly a side of Indonesia I never knew for the 9 years I lived there until this trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-8162980016908100977?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/8162980016908100977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=8162980016908100977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8162980016908100977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/8162980016908100977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/10/bali-trip.html' title='Bali Trip'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPnnNAa5oII/AAAAAAAAACY/Dr7TpiSTCRY/s72-c/333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-2117724569151970198</id><published>2008-10-16T19:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:58:35.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home-made pop art'/><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Wohoo!! Finally, the exams has ended and I'm back. Though my results were less than spectacular, I THANK GOD I topped my class for English! Haleluya! Ok so moving on, Here are some of my very first pop-arts, feel free to use whichever you like:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPchr9S5BpI/AAAAAAAAABo/ycNzIoik-gs/s1600-h/calculator.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257708129050232466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPchr9S5BpI/AAAAAAAAABo/ycNzIoik-gs/s400/calculator.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha this is my very first Christian pop art. It's the result of minutes of fiddling with my calculator(maybe this is why I failed my maths-_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPchr3H-0ZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/o_zBov5MM2E/s1600-h/Living+Dead.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257708127393862034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPchr3H-0ZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/o_zBov5MM2E/s400/Living+Dead.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's supposed to be a zombie if you dun know. Yup I enjoyed the word play:D For those who know, I actually based the zombie on an emoticon I once saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257709863413521314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPcjQ6TUm6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/PHNf-YcMgOI/s400/Shui+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the First of my chinese figures series. As a Chinese myself, I wanted to get in touch with my own culture abit more andwhat better way? haha&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPchsMyLsjI/AAAAAAAAACA/W_BWtMuXRBs/s1600-h/Living+Rain+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257708133208011314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPchsMyLsjI/AAAAAAAAACA/W_BWtMuXRBs/s400/Living+Rain+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the second of my Chinese figure series. It's the same Living water theme as the first but I like it:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPchsDgllfI/AAAAAAAAACI/JgLC9R0jkuk/s1600-h/Mu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257708130718291442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPchsDgllfI/AAAAAAAAACI/JgLC9R0jkuk/s400/Mu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Third in my Chinese figure series I think someone took this Idea before but I can asure you I made this myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257708127545935730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPchr3sPR3I/AAAAAAAAABw/zK3YWDTmuS0/s400/S.+A.+Tan.bmp" border="0" /&gt; So far perhaps maybe my cutest work, I spent 3 hours on it! It maybe cute but there is much meaning behind it. This unfortunately, is how a lot of people picture the devil. It may be tough for us to imagine the devil in this modern world but his power has not waned at all. He is still dangerous and cunning andif we are not careful he CAN cause us to fall. The only way we can protect ourselves is to put our faith in God's strength and live a life of obedience to God. So stop thinking that the devil is an obese guy with horns about to die from stroke at any moment okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all my pop arts for now. I'll create more over these two months. Hope you enjoy them! Pls comment kay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-2117724569151970198?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/2117724569151970198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=2117724569151970198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2117724569151970198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/2117724569151970198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oBkj2d4VyLo/SPchr9S5BpI/AAAAAAAAABo/ycNzIoik-gs/s72-c/calculator.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4188891536088488416.post-3946605583114446425</id><published>2008-09-28T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:45:12.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Post!!!</title><content type='html'>Shalom all!&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post and I will just introduce my blog abit. This is the product of wanting to share my thoughts and homemade christian pop-art. I will be posting Christian cartoons and those feel free to take if you like them:D( I hope you like them). I will also share my travels in this blog and suggestion of where to go in the countries I've been to. I'd like to thank Dennis from my church ffr helping me  through my blog and also Ian for helping me out with this blog too, Thx guys you're the best! Weeeeell, as you can see, my blog is not quite done yet and I wont be posting in awhile due to exams so pls wait patiently:D&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;AGS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4188891536088488416-3946605583114446425?l=assistantshepherd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/feeds/3946605583114446425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4188891536088488416&amp;postID=3946605583114446425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3946605583114446425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4188891536088488416/posts/default/3946605583114446425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assistantshepherd.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-1st-post.html' title='My 1st Post!!!'/><author><name>AGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14124741425554367537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
