<?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-8660365731108498480</id><updated>2011-07-09T01:03:53.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a Fast Paced World...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-8532472455462168618</id><published>2010-03-19T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:04:06.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Acts of Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, since I've gotten requests to update my blog like 8 months ago...lol. Just to leave you something to think about...the other day as I was entering my office building from the carpark, someone who came through the door from the other side held it open for me. And I think that really made my day. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Think about it, a random act of kindness. I think it can go really far. Imagine this, I'm at the receiving end of the act and there is this warm tingling feeling inside of me. What more if you are the one doing the act. Picture the other person's face. Wouldn't it leave you with a pleasant feeling yourself? So I'd say, go out today and do a random act of kindness to a stranger! Well, if you really have got no idea what to do, let me give you a list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send someone a hand written note of thanks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a card  at home and send it to a friend for no reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put some coins in someone else’s parking  meter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a coffee for your colleague&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk  your friend’s dog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give a compliment about your waiter /  waitress to his / her manager.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send someone a small gift  anonymously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop and help someone replace their flat tire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let  someone jump the queue at the bank.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay for the drinks on the  next table at a cafe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Treat a friend to the movies for no  reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give a huge tip to someone when they least expect it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold  the door open for someone.
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give up your  seat for someone, not just an elderly person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write notes of  appreciation at least once a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk to a homeless person and  have a “normal” conversation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up some rubbish in the road  which would otherwise be lying around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compliment a work  colleague for their excellence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recommend a competitor to a  potential client.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give another driver your parking spot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give  a piece of fruit to a delivery person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help an elderly  neighbour carry the rubbish out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell all your family members  how much your appreciate them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave a copy of an interesting  book on a train / bus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy an inspirational book for a friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send  a thank you note to a person who has helped you in the past.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile  a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-8532472455462168618?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8532472455462168618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=8532472455462168618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/8532472455462168618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/8532472455462168618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-acts-of-kindness.html' title='Random Acts of Kindness'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-2866812424438452724</id><published>2009-07-31T08:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:26:38.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's the point of me fasting? Am I fasting for the sake of showing others that I am following the 40 days fast and prayer? Or am I fasting because I really, really wanna see revival coming to Malaysia and sweep us all off our feet? Today, as I was just praying on the prayer items that is in the 40 days fast and prayer booklet, I asked myself this question. What is the point of me fasting? And once again I'm reminded that I fast and pray because I really believe that through prayer, God will move. God can change this nation. And anyway, true fasting is not about an outwardly appearance, it is about consecrating yourself to God. Am I doing that? Are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-2866812424438452724?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2866812424438452724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=2866812424438452724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2866812424438452724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2866812424438452724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2009/07/fasting.html' title='Fasting'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-6971603547087814243</id><published>2009-07-28T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:44:06.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say on Sunday how much I want revival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then my Monday, I can't even find my Bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where's the power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The power of the cross in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sick of playing the game of religion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired of losing my reason for living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where's the power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The power of the cross in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not content just to walk through my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving into the lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking in compromises now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We cry out as a generation that was lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now is found in the power of the cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We believe in You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We believe in the power of Your Word and its truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We believe in You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we lay down our cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That our cross might be found in You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not satisfied doing it my own way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not satisfied to do church and walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not satisfied, there's no love in my life but You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not satisfied living in yesterday's hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not satisfied to have the form, but not the power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not satisfied, Oh Lord I am crucified in You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do we want to be Christians like this? Someone who wants revival on Sunday but forgets where he/she puts his Bible on Monday? Let's not play this game of religion anymore. Let's not walk in compromise anymore. Let's lay down our cause for God. Let's not only desire revival but make it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-6971603547087814243?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6971603547087814243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=6971603547087814243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6971603547087814243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6971603547087814243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2009/07/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-943724026515967884</id><published>2009-07-14T09:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:39:02.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Isn't Gonna Be Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was just waiting upon God the other day, He told me that doing my Masters degree is not going to be easy. But He will be there with me, to give me strength and the courage to go on. Yesterday what He said became all the more real when I went into my Research Methodology class. The lecturer was telling us that doing postgraduate studies, it is common that we get stuck while doing our researchs. He said that it is a test of your strength and character. I fully agree with him. But while he says that pushing us to the edge will make us depend on ourselves more and make us perform better, I beg to differ. Why, you ask? Because I have Christ Jesus. While others might struggle alone and learn how to depend on themselves more, I have God to depend on. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In times like those, I have full confidence that I can turn to Jesus and He'll be there for me. When the lecturer was describing what the process of doing Masters like, he said that it is the journey that is truly what you're after, it's the experience of doing the research that is the Masters, not some thesis at the end. You may write a really good thesis but you might not get anything out of the journey. I just felt like God was telling me He is going to break me and mold me again. Through this journey, He is going to build my character. And yes God, I trust that You will take me through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-943724026515967884?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/943724026515967884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=943724026515967884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/943724026515967884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/943724026515967884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-isnt-gonna-be-easy.html' title='It Isn&apos;t Gonna Be Easy'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-3276467496668112505</id><published>2009-06-08T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:51:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, right now I'm sitting in an office somewhere in the Parliament Building. And I have so much free time that I can blog! =) And what are my colleagues around me doing? Watching a movie, youtube and goodness knows what...Hmmm...just goes to show how rajin we Malaysians are...Over and out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-3276467496668112505?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3276467496668112505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=3276467496668112505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/3276467496668112505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/3276467496668112505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m Bored!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-7832966366365968737</id><published>2009-05-04T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:24:11.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi all, right now, I'm kinda bumming (hence the personal message: Bummer's Inc. on my MSN...=)). Actually, what I wanted to say is that I'm really inspired by the pastors and full time workers that I had a meeting with just a while ago. It's really impressive what they are willing to do just to get children to be involved in prayer, etc. At first, I was having doubts whether or not to be in the planning committee for a children conference. But going for one of their meetings today, it really inspired me to press on and not give up on the children.

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah, I know sometimes it's hard to press on; especially when you lose sight of the vision. Another thing that inspired me today was when I worship led for Sunday school today, I got the children to just sit down and be still and to listen out for the voice of God. And guess what? A few of them actually heard from God! It's not at all surprising, but it is really inspirational. What God spoke to them may be something simple like "I love you", but it made a difference to the child's life. And when I was praying for them, what God told me was that He has given them each talents that they can use to serve Him. Who are we to underestimate the children if God look so highly upon them? So let us all believe that the children today are more than ready to fight the battle for God.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-7832966366365968737?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7832966366365968737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=7832966366365968737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/7832966366365968737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/7832966366365968737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2009/05/whee.html' title='Whee!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-8503359451890323962</id><published>2009-04-14T12:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:58:58.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, now that I've completely finished off my last assignment and group project, I think it's safe to say that I've officially completed my course. Now that I've quite some free time, I have decided to start blogging more regularly again. =) Like the title of the post says, it's random! Actually, what I intended to blog about today was...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The things that I would like to do before I die:&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bungee jumping!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit every state in Malaysia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn diving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open my own restaurant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get married and have kids &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's all I can think about right now...It's not much, but yeah, that's what I wanna do!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-8503359451890323962?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8503359451890323962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=8503359451890323962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/8503359451890323962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/8503359451890323962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2009/04/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-986461314657909625</id><published>2009-04-03T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:29:08.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Road...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I remember the first day in university. I had an 8 o' clock class and we weren't sure where the venue was. I had to wake up at 7 am and get ready to go for the class. So off we went, me and two other friend. But it was really easy to find. And we ended up being really really early for class. Eugene was practically my tour guide around uni. He was bringing me here and there. Even accompanying me to a class or two. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Very soon, he introduced me to his bunch of friends who all became my really close group of friends. We went to class together (or try to as much as we could...some of us were studying different courses), ate together, watched movies together, went for roadtrips together and even played basketball together. Not to mention new-found housemates that cooked and swept the floor and clean the house for me.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Looking back, I think we have all gone quite far in the journey of life. Eventually, we didn't always hung out with each other and we were all busy with our own things. But yet, we do get together once in a while.  I really thank God for this bunch of friends because I think my uni life would be really different if not for them. It is the closeness and support that we gave each other that was so sweet and memorable. Friends who cover up for you when you slip, friends who got your back and never betray you.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yes, uni is a whole lot different from high school. No doubt, we were close to our friends in high school, but nothing beats the closeness that you get in uni. We see each other more than we see our parents save for the holidays. Look at us now, all grown up and ready to step out into the working world. Now, all those times we hung out together are just memories. Here is the end of this chapter of life and the beginning of the next. And to end this post, here's a picture for you to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SdY3M-1iI1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yImBDovd2LQ/s1600-h/DSC02589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SdY3M-1iI1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yImBDovd2LQ/s320/DSC02589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320500705950311250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;This was us after doing our Moral Project in FRIM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-986461314657909625?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/986461314657909625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=986461314657909625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/986461314657909625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/986461314657909625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-road.html' title='The End of the Road...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SdY3M-1iI1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yImBDovd2LQ/s72-c/DSC02589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-5651511569456703150</id><published>2009-02-20T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:54:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warrior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He called me warrior.  I am to fight the battle for Him. And no matter what happens in my life, He will not let me go. Never. So I am to hold on to His love for me.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-5651511569456703150?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5651511569456703150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=5651511569456703150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/5651511569456703150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/5651511569456703150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2009/02/warrior.html' title='Warrior'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-2821207896775505264</id><published>2008-12-10T05:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:20:09.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning Rod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Saturday was a life changing moment in my life. We set off to Ijok in the morning for the second phase of our spiritual mapping project. We were going into spiritual warfare then. As usual before going out on the field, we needed to prepare ourselves for battle. And we did that by first praising and worshiping the Lord. As we were praising God, I responded to God about serving Him in a small town wherever in Malaysia for 7 years. 7 years? Well, it all started when Yoshua, the person who envisioned the Malaysian Youth Prayer Gathering (MYPG) challenged us to give 7 years of our lives to God to serve Him in a small town. I wasn't there when he told the rest of my youth committee. But when I did hear about it, I was thinking to myself, "7 years?? That's a long time. I want to get married and have children!". Haha, it's true. I do wanna get married and have children. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But then I told God on Saturday, if He wants to send me to serve in a small town for 7 years, then I'll give my life to serve Him in a small town for 7 years. And I think all this is so timely, coz I'll be graduating in April next year, and I'm really clueless about what God wants me to do with my life. But after this Saturday, I'm pretty sure about what God wants me to do with my life. Anyway, that wasn't all I wanted to blog about. During our praise and worship session in the Ijok church, I saw a vision of lots of fire on the stage. And there were also angels there. This time, our weapon of defeating the enemy was to praise and worship God at the mouth of UNISEL and Bukit Kuching. Why those 2 places? UNISEL represents the youths of this generation while Bukit Kuching represents the majority race in our country. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As we were singing Hosanna (I See the King of Glory) towards the entrance of UNISEL while pretending to picnic, I suddenly saw a vision of smoke coming out of the entrance of the main gate. The smoke was as though it is hell, and it was parted in the center because there were a line of angels waiting to enter through the gate. I sensed that the angels did not go in because we didn't pray to send them in to UNISEL. Then after sharing this with the spiritual mapping team, Sue Ann also shared what she saw. As we were praising God, she saw this tornado starting out from the center of UNISEL and as we continued worshiping, the tornado grew bigger and bigger until it encompassed the whole campus. She also saw angels on chariots coming down from heaven into the campus. So after sharing both our visions with the team, we prayed to release the angels into UNISEL. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In Bukit Kuching, we stood by the side of a cross road facing Bukit Kuching and started singing. As we sang "Jesus We Enthrone You", I saw the throne of God coming down and settling over Bukit Kuching, then Sue Ann, being so excited came over and asked me what I saw. I told her and she said, "Me too, me too". Wow, we saw the same thing! Then she also shared that she saw lots of angels linking arms all along the side of the road making way for more angels to come. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then as motorbikes pass by, the angels would hop behind the motorists and follow them home. Same goes for the trucks as well, as the trucks pass by, many angels would just hop into the trucks and follow them. Another girl from KBC also sensed a vision of a rainbow over Bukit Kuching when we finished worshiping. And Wai Yan confirmed the vision when she said that she saw a rainbow over the area. Sue Yin saw a banner with the name Jesus over Bukit Kuching as well and this time, the name Jesus is Emmanuel, which means God with us. I thank God for this experience because it's not something you see everyday. But the time is near, and if God calls us, we should go!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-2821207896775505264?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2821207896775505264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=2821207896775505264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2821207896775505264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2821207896775505264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/12/lightning-rod.html' title='Lightning Rod'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-864542325499312390</id><published>2008-12-02T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:57:31.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, never did I thought that my the first day of my last semester in uni would arrive. But it did. Today's the day. I can't believe that in another 4 months' time I would already have finished my course of 4 years. The 4 years just went by in a flash. And what did I do today? I confusedly did my add drop, not being able to decide whether I should take this elective or that elective. And whether the electives that I choose will be too hard for me to cope. This is probably the last time in my life that I only have to fret about which subjects to choose. After this, life is gonna get much tougher. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Rushing to my first class, I reached about 20 minutes late and there was still no lecturer. Oh well, seeing that it's the first day of the semester, it's only natural that some lecturers don't enter the class. The best part was, we discovered the notice about the lecturer not entering class pasted on the door to another classroom in another building. Huh? After about 3 minutes, we decided to go over to another faculty for a talk by some major power company. And they couldn't get the projector started. So the guy resorted to having speak about his company to us without the visuals. After half an hour, off I went to my next class. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And if it wasn't enough, the next 2 lecturers were both long-winded. Arghh...How am I supposed to get through this sem? But I did get to have dinner in Upten with my friend before our Christmas play practice. So I guess I'm going all local for these few weeks. Till I get over my reminiscing mood that is. After the practice, it was off to my rented house to shower and try to rearrange my timetable. Took me quite awhile. Hehe. But finally I managed to arrange it in such a way that I'm satisfied. Yippee. Then off to our usual mamak session at the place we call "Sambal". &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Boy will I miss that place and it's Indomee goreng after I leave. I guess when I leave this place, I will never forget the days of eating in Upten, playing basketball in uni, attending lectures and not to mention the accidents that I went through there. All this little details will remain in my memory forever.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-864542325499312390?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/864542325499312390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=864542325499312390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/864542325499312390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/864542325499312390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/12/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-6895828921917129209</id><published>2008-09-23T23:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:43:58.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm...Hello?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I've not been blogging like since forever. Many things happen throughout this close-to-2-months of me not blogging. The most recent incident being that my maternal grandfather passed away exactly a week ago. However, I have a wonderful testimony to share about how real God is. My grandfather was diagnosed with cancer about a year ago. But seeing that chemotherapy will only give him a 50% chance of survival, he decided not to undergo chemotherapy.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So all went well until he fell down one day. Then he started to experience a pain in his left leg. I could see that it causes him much pain because whenever it "attacks", he will just fall to the floor and writhe in pain. Not a very nice sight. Trust me.  So he went to the doctor and the doctor gave him some painkillers for his pain. Unfortunately, it didn't work very well, so the doctor gave him some painkillers with a stronger dosage. But it didn't help either. After going for MRIs and all, they discovered that he actually had spurs on his spine. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;One day, he heard a voice telling him to contact my aunt on my dad's side. So he did. And my aunt, who knew someone who has been through an operation like this before referred him to the doctor who did an operation on her colleague. He went for a consultation with the doctor and he decided that he wanted to go ahead with the operation. After the operation, he was healthy and well. He could get up and walk about. But after awhile, the pain came back again. Then he consulted the doctor again. The doctor discovered that the spurs were not completely removed. My grandfather had to undergo a second operation right at the same spot within a month. I really don't know, but I guess his body couldn't take all the stress of the operation what with his cancer and all. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;After the second operation, his health just started deteriorating. We could see so much change in him everyday. It wasn't a change for the better, but it was a change for the worst. He went from being able to walk on his own two feet to walking with the assistance of a walking cane to being able to pull himself up to sit once in awhile to being bedridden. Towards the end, he couldn't even get up to pass motion anymore. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When he was bedridden, he started seeing spirits. He said that there were many spirits who asked him to follow them, but despite all that, he told them that he didn't want to follow them. Everyday, he would tell my grandmother and my mother that he sees this spirit or that spirit. Once in a while, I would be there to when he says that he sees the spirit. My mother would pray for him and read the Scriptures to him. His personal favourite was Psalm 91.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sometimes you can see that he is so afraid of those spirits that he'll be shivering under the blanket. And so I told him, "Ah Kong, say that you are a child of God; and they will leave". So he would declare that he is a child of God, and the spirits would leave. Isn't it amazing that Jesus' name is so powerful? So as days went on, whenever we go and visit him, we would just pray with him and ask him to declare that he is a child of God. And all those spirits that he saw fled at the mention of Jesus' name. We also prayed for God's peace to be in his heart all the time that he's suffering. Even until the end, I could see how great his faith was in God. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Whenever he is in pain, he would cry out to Jesus, asking God for help. I was staying over on the Sunday before he passed away, and I was getting up every now and then to give him some water. The most astounding part was when he called out to Jesus to help him overcome the pain. I was very tired and already half-asleep. But when I heard him praying even in great distress, I was very, very encouraged. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Regrettably, I had to go back to uni already the following day. And I wasn't given the chance to talk to him after that Monday morning. My mom called me at about 6.30 pm on Tuesday, crying and telling me that my grandfather has already passed away. And so I rushed back, praying that I would be able to see him for the last time before he was taken away to be embalmed. Praise God, for I reached there with half an hour to spare. When I had time to talk to my grandmother, she shared with me that the night before my grandfather died, he told her that he can only see one person now. And so she asked, "Who"? And he said, "Jesus". &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That really gave me comfort, because now we know that he is safe with Jesus and Jesus personally came to take him back home. During the funeral as well, I prayed that God will open the doors for the gospel to be shared, and true enough, when my church elder, who conducted the memorial service  got to the pulpit, he was sharing the gospel of how Jesus Christ came to die for our sins. Later when I talked to my mom, she said that she was also praying for the same thing. Praise God! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;During the service, my mom also saw a vision of a red fire with angels surrounding it. In the midst of the red fire, a blue sparkling light was shining. My mom interpreted the blue light as salvation. The vision that we had confirmed that my grandfather is now in Heaven. All glory to God because after my grandfather's death, things began to change in my family. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Previously, all my mom's siblings were doing their own things and they are not united as a family. But the love of God binded all her siblings together. But do we need to wait until something tragic happens before we are united as a family? I will end this post with my grandfather's favourite Psalm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Psalm 91 &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;my God, in whom I trust." &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and from the deadly pestilence. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He will cover you with his feathers, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and under his wings you will find refuge; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You will not fear the terror of night, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;nor the arrow that flies by day, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;nor the plague that destroys at midday. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A thousand may fall at your side, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ten thousand at your right hand, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;but it will not come near you. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You will only observe with your eyes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and see the punishment of the wicked. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you make the Most High your dwelling— &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;even the LORD, who is my refuge- &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;then no harm will befall you, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;no disaster will come near your tent. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-15407" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For he will command his angels concerning you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;to guard you in all your ways; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they will lift you up in their hands, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-15409" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;you will trample the great lion and the serpent. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-15410" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-15411" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He will call upon me, and I will answer him; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I will be with him in trouble, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I will deliver him and honor him. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-15412" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With long life will I satisfy him &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and show him my salvation."&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-6895828921917129209?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6895828921917129209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=6895828921917129209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6895828921917129209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6895828921917129209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/09/ermhello.html' title='Erm...Hello?'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-2271748155693552680</id><published>2008-07-28T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:04:18.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Need to Pray Like Never Before...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Tuesday, I attended the launch of the 40 day fast &amp;amp; pray in SIBKL. And when the pastor came up to share on what we should pray for Malaysia, it really hit me. Here are some of the things that we should pray for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray for Jehovah Shalom to rule &amp;amp; reign over Malaysia. In other words, Malaysia needs the peace of God. (Judges 6:24)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray against idolatry in the churches. That's right, in the churches itself. Not outside of the church. The churches need to come back to God first. (Judges 6:25)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray for key leaders to rise up. The leaders should have these characteristics: strength, faith and unafraid of the truth.
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray for committed warriors to be enlisted. Characteristics: watchful, armed and resilient.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray for the trumpet call to be sounded nationwide. The trumpet is to rally and unite God's people as well as to usher in the presence of God. (Zechariah 9:9)
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray for the torch to be revealed. The torch was initially hidden in a jar, so the jar has to be broken for the glory of God to shine through us. The jar being us, refers to the lifestyle that we lead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So do pray, like you've never prayed before. The days are evil.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-2271748155693552680?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2271748155693552680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=2271748155693552680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2271748155693552680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2271748155693552680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-need-to-pray-like-never-before.html' title='We Need to Pray Like Never Before...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-6837349681598261440</id><published>2008-07-13T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:16:12.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop, shop, shop!!!</title><content type='html'>Today's shopping day!!! I started my shopping journey heading towards Desa Seri Hartamas since I heard that Cat's Whiskers is on sale. And since Chyna Dolls is there too, I thought what the heck...Let's go!! Haha. So off I went to Hartamas. Tee-hee. Ada hasil jugak. I bought a dress from Chyna Dolls and a belt from Cat's Whiskers. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then, I continued shopping in 1 Utama...Just couldn't resist...Haha, but it was fruitful too...I managed to buy a pair of jeans which I badly needed. Oh, I got a bit frustrated then. When I was trying on jeans in Dorothy Perkins, I realized that I'm 2 sizes bigger than before!!!I think I need to cut the mamak sessions.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;After that, I went home to sleep for a while before having dinner with my family. Haha, since I'm in The Curve...I just walked around in the flea market there. And lo and behold, I found a handbag that is big enough for me to carry to class. Buy!! Well, that pretty much sums up my whole day. In total, I spent RM 218.60. Wow, I better save this week.
P/S: Kimmy is pretty. Seriously. (Ok, this is just because she's sitting next to me right now! Hahaha...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-6837349681598261440?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6837349681598261440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=6837349681598261440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6837349681598261440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6837349681598261440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/07/shop-shop-shop.html' title='Shop, shop, shop!!!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-4031189466219418472</id><published>2008-07-01T22:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:19:56.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Officially, I finished my industrial training last Friday. However, due to my rajin-ness I was doing work non-stop for the engineers until I don't have time to finish my report. So there I am back at the office again to finish up my report. I'm almost done by the way. But going back to the office to do my report really makes me a little nostalgic. Being there and at the same time not being there makes me miss the place more. After all, I've been working in that office for a good 3 months. But today, one of the bosses actually belanja-ed me Japanese food in Eastin Hotel. Woow...nice!!Enough of nostalgia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;What I really wanted to blog about is how did BN retaliate against the victory of Pakatan Rakyat. And they do it in little, little ways that you cannot imagine is possible. Read this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is from the blog of &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://hannahyeoh.blogspot.com/2008/06/smksu-prefects-reunion.html"&gt;Hannah Yeoh&lt;/a&gt;, DAP Selangor Assemblywoman for Subang Jaya&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:14;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BN Ruins SMK Subang Utama Prefects' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:32;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:32;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:32;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:32;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:32;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:14;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Few months ago, I was invited to the Prefects' Reunion of SMK Subang Utama to be held next week. I just received news that I could no longer attend the function because I'm an assemblywoman from Pakatan Rakyat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Two prefects have confirmed that the teachers have issued a threat to the prefects to withdraw their invitation to me and if not, the event would be cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am upset with this. Let me explain to you why this threat by the teachers is so fundamentally wrong:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;- This is a private function to be held outside the school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;- Every past and present prefect is entitled to attend this event, not to mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was the Head Prefect for 1995/1996 and was one of the pioneers to start this yearly reunion for the prefects.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am not a criminal or a bad role model. All I did was this, exercised my right to vote, and to stand for election, to stand up for my generation and to fight corruption.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As a young person, I am not afraid to stand up for righteous principles or of intimidation by the 'supposedly powerful' groups but today I am told that I am not a welcoming sight at a function which I championed and fought for many years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In school, we were taught to be good role models and to be someone successful someday who will contribute positively back to the society. I have done just that. The very same people who taught me these values are now telling me that I am no longer accepted because I'm an assemblywoman from Pakatan Rakyat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Blogging about this brings tears to my eyes. Why? This is such a sad state for our schools to be in, for our young generation to endure and succumb to irrational threats like this. For 50 years, we were told not to question, not to challenge and not to speak up – even if it infringes on our fundamental rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am neither insisting to attend nor be a special guest at this function. I am telling you – students, graduates, working adults and parents that if you choose to remain silent and succumb to threats like this, there is little hope left for Malaysia. It could be your daughter/son who's in my place.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Remember the young ones are watching. Some are being brainwashed. Some are now confused – here you have a 29 year old assemblywoman who is speaking up against corruption for the sake of our nation and they are told that this person is not a welcoming figure and that she is not accepted at school or private functions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was a little exhausted prior to this because of work, complaints and issues but this has caused my heart to stir. It has sealed my heart for a cause. The cause is this – to continuously speak up against oppression in this nation.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My conscience tells me I am right before God, I have not acted unfairly towards others by stealing taxpayers' money and I am inspiring the young to stand up for what is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Our education system is trying to breed students who cannot think for themselves and to issue threats when everything else fails. I am the ex Head Prefect of my school and I am entitled to attend the reunion to meet up with my old fellow schoolmates, to catch up on old times and share some old jokes. I am now denied that right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How many of you would stand alongside me for this cause?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hannah Yeoh   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-4031189466219418472?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4031189466219418472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=4031189466219418472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/4031189466219418472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/4031189466219418472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/07/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-4067486842783887211</id><published>2008-06-25T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:12:05.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasuah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you believe how corrupted the police in this country can get? I went to the police station at Jalan Bandar today to pay my boss's saman. And when I reached the counter, I asked the lady if the saman can be reduced. And she said that I have to go to the branch in Seri Kembangan. Fine, so I called Alice who was driving me whether she wants to go to the branch in Seri Kembangan. And she said fine too. So I asked the lady at the counter where is the branch in Seri Kembangan. And she said that she's not sure. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then she asked a policeman who was standing nearby where the branch was. And he was like, give it to me-lah, I can settle it for you. But you'll have to wait 2 days for the receipt. Then he started to explain that it will be inconvenient for me to run all over the place and that he'll settle for me for RM200. I started to doubt then..but I just gave him the money. Then he started to say that the saman's can be settled for only RM150 but the other RM50 will be for him. So I decided against it and went to the Seri Kembangan branch instead. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Over there the lady said I can't rayu here and I've to go to the one near Equine Park but she gave me the form to rayu. So I went over to the one in Equine Park and left the form there. The guy there said I've to come and collect it tomorrow and then go over to the police station in Puchong to pay the saman. I know I'm going through a lot of trouble, but I think we should all not submit to the norms of the society and just rasuah the policeman. We will never be able to curb the problem if we continue to encourage them by giving rasuah. So say NO to them!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;P/S: I'm so mad at them for doing this! Maybe coz it's my first time experiencing it...Sigh

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-4067486842783887211?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4067486842783887211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=4067486842783887211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/4067486842783887211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/4067486842783887211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/06/rasuah.html' title='Rasuah!!!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-6524298778580202466</id><published>2008-06-18T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:41:55.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An eventful day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, what a day I had!! I started out in the morning by going to Shah Alam with Alwin and Wykit to submit some drawings to the Suruhanjaya Komunikasi &amp;amp; Multimedia. Just as I was about to pay at the Batu Tiga toll, I didn't balance my clutch properly and my engine just died. So I tried to restart it. But the moment I turn the key in the ignition and there were no sound whatsoever...Uh-oh! I knew that my car battery was dead! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;For the record, it was my brother's car, not mine. XD. The lady at the toll had to open the barrier and let me through. My two good friends had to push my car out of the way and the nearest place they could push was to in between two toll booths. So we nicely placed the car there and opened the bonnet to check what was the cause of it not being able to start while people were just passing us by and wondering what has happened to us. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then after looking at the car for awhile and calling AAM, we decided to just push the car to the side of the road (we were at the third booth from the side of the road). Then since we were at the side of the road already, and there was enough space for us to push start the car...I told them to try it. And it works. So we had to call AAM again and tell them not to come. Wonder why I know how to push start a car? Well, thanks to my negligence (of not switching off the headlights), my car battery also died on Saturday. Hehe. Now that is another story altogether. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now that the car's started, we went hunting for a place to buy a new battery. After rounding for  awhile we finally found a place. But the battery cost me RM250. Damn that's expensive. And thanks to Alwin asking whether I had enough cash to pay or not, I totally forgot that I have a credit card. Which should be used in situations like this. But anyway, after our stint of pushing the car and looking for a place to get the battery, we decided to just stop by a mamak for breakfast. And there we are.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SFkIoNXhxwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZE3M6yJuKag/s1600-h/DSC09998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SFkIoNXhxwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZE3M6yJuKag/s320/DSC09998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213207530534192898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alwin playing with Wykit's curry after we finished eating&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SFkIoeEFw-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/8oitgGFNk8o/s1600-h/DSC09999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SFkIoeEFw-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/8oitgGFNk8o/s320/DSC09999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213207535016068066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The result of mixing chutney and sambal&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SFkIouHg38I/AAAAAAAAAF0/PC2_2HuI7Xs/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SFkIouHg38I/AAAAAAAAAF0/PC2_2HuI7Xs/s320/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213207539325394882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What happens when you play with your food!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, did I mention that we went for an exhibition after that in KLCC? That pretty much summed up my whole day. I snaked again! LOL!
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-6524298778580202466?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6524298778580202466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=6524298778580202466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6524298778580202466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6524298778580202466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/06/eventful-day.html' title='An eventful day...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SFkIoNXhxwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZE3M6yJuKag/s72-c/DSC09998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-8179747061995898185</id><published>2008-06-10T22:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:27:34.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Today's my dad's birthday. Following our family tradition, birthdays call for a cake and a nice dinner somewhere. For the last 3 months, we've been going to The Ship for our family dinner. Dad decided that we should go somewhere else for a change. So off we went to Victoria Station. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Seeing that we've had so many bad experiences in Victoria Station before, I was a little apprehensive to have our dinner there. But the food turned out to be really good. It was very different from the previous times that we've been there. But then again, this is our first time eating at this branch. Ok, why am I ranting about the food when I should be talking about my dad? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6UmxZ5M6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/cn94HEpp8Rg/s1600-h/DSC09988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6UmxZ5M6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/cn94HEpp8Rg/s320/DSC09988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210265212732126114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and mom posing at Victoria Station (notice Dad's mouth? XP)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6UnVP4TvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jjnPwqoDlY8/s1600-h/DSC09991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6UnVP4TvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jjnPwqoDlY8/s320/DSC09991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210265222353800946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bro with his Chicken ala Kiev with Seafood&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6UnlLYiAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kwtMHbtqo9k/s1600-h/DSC09986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6UnlLYiAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kwtMHbtqo9k/s320/DSC09986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210265226629908482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dory fish...Or whatever's left of it&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6UoFUXvXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/86wUiXmPlDA/s1600-h/DSC09993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6UoFUXvXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/86wUiXmPlDA/s320/DSC09993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210265235257539954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooo, it's birthday cake time!!!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6UoRRz3_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/siEDUJVieVE/s1600-h/DSC09996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6UoRRz3_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/siEDUJVieVE/s320/DSC09996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210265238468026354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's the compare likeness contest...Don't I look like Dad?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6Ve-X7sEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hXwA4Iamlf8/s1600-h/DSC09997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6Ve-X7sEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hXwA4Iamlf8/s320/DSC09997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210266178286235714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How bout my bro and Dad?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6VgME2zGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oEZyE_RyTG8/s1600-h/DSC09995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6VgME2zGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oEZyE_RyTG8/s320/DSC09995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210266199144189026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sis and Dad?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6VhGH276I/AAAAAAAAAFc/u1BcQiQcPXg/s1600-h/DSC09994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6VhGH276I/AAAAAAAAAFc/u1BcQiQcPXg/s320/DSC09994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210266214726037410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nothing like a good family photo ending&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;*Ahem* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;What Makes a Dad&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;God took the strength of a mountain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;The majesty of a tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;The warmth of a summer sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;The calm of a quiet sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;The generous soul of nature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;The comforting arm of night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;The wisdom of the ages,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;The power of the eagle's flight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;The joy of a morning in spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;The faith of a mustard seed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;The patience of eternity,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;The depth of a family need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;Then God combined these qualities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;When there was nothing more to add,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;He knew His masterpiece was complete,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;And so,
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" lang="EN-MY"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN-MY"&gt;He called it ... Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-8179747061995898185?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8179747061995898185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=8179747061995898185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/8179747061995898185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/8179747061995898185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SE6UmxZ5M6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/cn94HEpp8Rg/s72-c/DSC09988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-7206035674893873079</id><published>2008-06-04T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:18:28.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrol price naik!!!</title><content type='html'>Petrol price sudah naik!! The News Straits Time online website reported that the price will increase from RM1.92 to RM2.70!! That's like 78 cents!! Arghh! Ok, seriously, I just didn't know what to write...I do have a lot of things to write about...But I'm just too lazy to write... But here's some updates:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We celebrated Mark, Tai Leong and Alwin's birthday on 25 May. For more photos and update, read Tai Leong's blog at www.barghers.com. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went for church camp last weekend. I'll blog about it when I get the pictures.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That's it for now! Petrol price sudah naik!!

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-7206035674893873079?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7206035674893873079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=7206035674893873079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/7206035674893873079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/7206035674893873079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/06/petrol-price-naik_04.html' title='Petrol price naik!!!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-2635552628038675090</id><published>2008-05-20T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:06:37.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt &amp; Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;This was an event organized by the Kepong Baptist Church youths (and twenties of course). I was told that it was some small gathering organized by them. But as soon as I arrived there, I got a shock! It's not "small"! But I really like the fact that the whole event was centered around the theme of being the salt and light in the places that you were called to be at. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;They started with a little skit, where this two siblings (seen in the picture below) were arguing about which radio station they should be listening to. The sister likes listening to Light FM while the brother likes listening to Salt FM which plays "noisier" songs. Then the brother decides to call the radio station and ask them to combine both the radio stations to become one. Hence, the Salt &amp;amp; Light FM. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLmmbkBCcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/msBVXkclnx4/s1600-h/DSC09929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLmmbkBCcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/msBVXkclnx4/s320/DSC09929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202474067474581954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The siblings arguing about the radio stations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then they had a little ice breaker called the "Human Bingo", where you're supposed to go around asking people who fit the description written on the paper to sign. The first three wins a prize! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLmm7kBCdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/N9k596RVUms/s1600-h/DSC09931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLmm7kBCdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/N9k596RVUms/s320/DSC09931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202474076064516562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sara was one of the first three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then it was time for praise and worship. One thing that I noticed about the youths there, they are so passionate about their own youth groups, feeling a sense of pride and belonging in their groups. This got me to wonder about the youths in my church. Youths, where are you all? Where's that sense of belonging and pride that you feel about our youth group? Are the youth leaders really that incapable to lead the youth group? Or are we not interesting enough? Not relevant enough? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLmnLkBCeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CU83naB2BA4/s1600-h/DSC09934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLmnLkBCeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CU83naB2BA4/s320/DSC09934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202474080359483874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The youths jumping up and down during worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLmnrkBCfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZeLU15lacUM/s1600-h/DSC09935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLmnrkBCfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZeLU15lacUM/s320/DSC09935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202474088949418482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still jumping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLmn7kBCgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HzBDPikEGNo/s1600-h/DSC09937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLmn7kBCgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HzBDPikEGNo/s320/DSC09937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202474093244385794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The "radio DJs" of the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going for this event really got me thinking about all these questions. I know. I'm not that young either. But I am in the committee that is leading the youth group. Somehow I still feel that sense of responsibility about the youth group in my church. Maybe it's because I'm called to be one of the leaders of the youth group. But going for this event really opened my eyes to the potential that all the youths have if only they would come together and use the gifts that God has given them. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;One of the things that they mentioned during the event was about the parable of the talents in Matthew 25:14-30. God has given each and everyone of us gifts and talents. And those who do not use the gifts and talents for the good of others are just being selfish. The consequence? Getting thrown out into the darkness. So I do pray that all of you out there use the gifts and talents that God has given you to serve in the places that you've been called to be. It is time for all of us to rise up and get out of our comfort zone to serve others. We cannot be serving ourselves any longer.
&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/8660365731108498480-2635552628038675090?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2635552628038675090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=2635552628038675090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2635552628038675090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2635552628038675090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/05/salt-light.html' title='Salt &amp; Light'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLmmbkBCcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/msBVXkclnx4/s72-c/DSC09929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-453963617876252326</id><published>2008-05-19T21:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:07:19.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain-ball!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;In conjunction with Wesak Day...Ok ok, I was just kidding. It wasn't in conjunction with Wesak Day. We were merely taking advantage of the fact that Monday was a holiday. Our twenties group decided to be adventurous and tried paintballing. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;For all of us with the exception of Ju Lee, this was our first time. So off we set for this place called MudTrekker somewhere in Kuang with thoughts of whether we will return with bruises all over our bodies, and whether will the shots be as painful as what others who have braved this game before told us. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The first thing that we did as soon as we got there was to change into our long sleeves shirts and cover our other body parts that are exposed with towels and caps. Then we were asked to sign an indemnity form. Oooh, scary. Haha. Since paintballing is no laughing matter, we were given a briefing before we started playing.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLWhrkBCTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HPwoRHqGp0E/s1600-h/DSC09943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLWhrkBCTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HPwoRHqGp0E/s320/DSC09943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202456393684158770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mohar showing us how to use the face mask&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLWibkBCUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/THNIK-ciWXM/s1600-h/DSC09945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLWibkBCUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/THNIK-ciWXM/s320/DSC09945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202456406569060674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mohar explaining to us how the marker works &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
(they don't call it a gun in paintball!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLWjbkBCVI/AAAAAAAAADE/vNn4avfz2UE/s1600-h/DSC09947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLWjbkBCVI/AAAAAAAAADE/vNn4avfz2UE/s320/DSC09947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202456423748929874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The marshall looking on as the game starts&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLWj7kBCWI/AAAAAAAAADM/yI0_Kn_P4iE/s1600-h/DSC09956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLWj7kBCWI/AAAAAAAAADM/yI0_Kn_P4iE/s320/DSC09956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202456432338864482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mark's team trying to get close to the flag to stick it in the center of the ring &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(they were playing center the flag)
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLWkLkBCXI/AAAAAAAAADU/VKD_iKCGFfo/s1600-h/DSC09948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLWkLkBCXI/AAAAAAAAADU/VKD_iKCGFfo/s320/DSC09948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202456436633831794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brandon trying to cover his team from the back&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLYpLkBCYI/AAAAAAAAADc/tX78DgPoBfg/s1600-h/DSC09952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLYpLkBCYI/AAAAAAAAADc/tX78DgPoBfg/s320/DSC09952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202458721556433282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mark waiting for an opportunity to center the flag!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLYp7kBCZI/AAAAAAAAADk/ir1H3yWMUMI/s1600-h/DSC09951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLYp7kBCZI/AAAAAAAAADk/ir1H3yWMUMI/s320/DSC09951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202458734441335186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Off he goes!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLYqbkBCaI/AAAAAAAAADs/_1zGx2qoVI4/s1600-h/DSC09949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLYqbkBCaI/AAAAAAAAADs/_1zGx2qoVI4/s320/DSC09949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202458743031269794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eng Hou covering him from the side&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLYq7kBCbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zbr6triGzmw/s1600-h/DSC09957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLYq7kBCbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zbr6triGzmw/s320/DSC09957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202458751621204402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battle scar! ~XD&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So basically that was what we did for 2 hours. Believe me, the 2 hours felt like forever. We played about 4 games on average and we do get rests in between the games. And we realized that one of the bases actually have an advantage over the other base. Every time we exchange bases, the team at that particular base wins. Hah! So it's not that any of us are lousy, but the base is biased.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some fun facts about paintballing:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The gun is not called a gun but it's called a marker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bullets are not called bullets but it's called pellets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The pellets are made out of vegetable oil and food dye (so you can actually eat them if you want to, but it's bitter).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The pellets exit from the marker at 1600 psi (That's some really high pressure. Your car tyres only require at most 300 psi).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are 2 safety mechanisms used on the marker. A barrel sock (or better known as barrel condom) and a safety lock.
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are 2 ways to jam your marker. Sticking the barrel into the soil or using the pellets that are found on the ground. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Interesting ain't it?
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8660365731108498480-453963617876252326?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/453963617876252326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=453963617876252326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/453963617876252326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/453963617876252326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/05/pain-ball.html' title='Pain-ball!!!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SDLWhrkBCTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HPwoRHqGp0E/s72-c/DSC09943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-611945958646035650</id><published>2008-05-17T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:45:02.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Screw Up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My major screw up at work yesterday caused Jason to get screwed by the client. Yikes! I was doing the BQ for the tender and while keying in the figures, I forgot to key in the discount given by the contractor! And the client asked Jason how can the error be RM 200,000? And he asked him to write a letter to explain this mistake! He came back to the office and called me just to tell me that I caused him a mistake. Boy, do I feel bad. But seeing that it's my first mistake in one and a half months working there, I think it's quite an achievement already. Haha. And I thank God that He grants me favor with the people that I work with. Or else, it might just have been worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;On a happier note, on the way back from work Alwin told me that his father kind of like accepted Christ before he passed away. What happened was they were surrounding him at the hospital and was praying for him, asking God for his salvation. He was proclaimed brain dead already at that time. Then as they prayed, his father actually reacted to the prayer. He actually jerked forward a few times and breathed heavily. They weren't sure whether that was a sign of him accepting Jesus as his Saviour, but they continued asking for confirmation. And many confirmations came. Praise God! Alwin told me that he once said to God, to bring my father to Christ, he would need a miracle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And I believe that this testimony that Alwin told me came just at the right time for me. I was quite affected by the mistake that I did in work and Alwin's testimony just made everything alright.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Romans 8:28 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"And we know that in all things God works for the greater good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."&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/8660365731108498480-611945958646035650?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/611945958646035650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=611945958646035650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/611945958646035650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/611945958646035650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/05/major-screw-up.html' title='Major Screw Up!!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-3134376917217857667</id><published>2008-05-11T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:11:15.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A testimony...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The great wonders of the Holy Spirit in relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 11: 28-30 "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;

&lt;big&gt;AMEN!&lt;/big&gt; *Cough* This is Victor Ho speaking, a child of God, via a facebook note (for some reason, I cant get along with blogs, especially starting one, so bear with me) AND to be honest - WHAT AM I DOING HERE?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

"I have got heaaaps of assignments to worry about, looooots of project work to stress about and soooooo much other entertaining things to do on my HP Pavilion Entertainment PC. Why am i wasting time writing stuff like this?" &lt;--- Now, that's what the OLD victor ho will normally say, I can assure you THAT!  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Just been thinking for the past few days - what kinda person would I be today if I have decided NOT to attend a spiritual encounter camp 2 weeks ago? MY GOODNESS! The thought is unbearable. In a nutshell, I would have failed to see and experience the amazing wonders of the holy spirit working deep inside me and be a wretched sinner in my Heavenly Father's eyes! There's just so much I wanna share with everybody I know regarding what God has done in my life especially after the encounter, so much that this one note cannot hold, so I will post more from time to time!  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Most of you might know this but for the convenience for those who doesn't, I was in a relationship with a faithful servant of God named Christy for about a year now. Yes, a faithful servant of God! When I first met her, she's a catholic with this desire to know more about God, unsatisfied with who she was. God saw this. And hence the relationship. Read on:  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The relationship went well for the next few months with minimal conflict, although we both were still in state of shock - how did it begin?? Not even a single date! In one fateful night, God just moved my hands towards her (I have ZERO control) and on the other side, God was telling Christy, "Do not reject his hands. Hold his hands". And PRESTO, we got together - with no knowledge of each other's full names and birthdays or favourite colour. Certainly not an entry into a "How To Get a Partner" book if there's ever such a thing.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;At the start of this year, the relationship takes a deep dive - we almost could not agree on anything ending up in disputes and anger and resentment, you get the idea. There's just so much unforgiveness in this relationship and went on for the next few months. Then spiritual encounter camp started. During one of the sermons, God actually spoke to me, &lt;i&gt;"Victor, I have seen what you are undergoing, just let go, you have done enough, the purpose is served.. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;LET GO&lt;/b&gt;" and images of the things we did wrong in God's eyes flooded my head and the real purpose in our relationship. I was revealed that.. the sole reason I actually had my target set on Christy out of the blue, last year .... was to bring Christy to Christ through... me. God knows and planned - I was used to bring Christy to Him!! During the 1 year of the relationship, she began to know her heavenly father more intimately compared to when she was catholic since I brought her to NLCC. I was overwhelmed by what the Holy Spirit has done in her llife - she's always on fire and power and zeal worshipping God!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

We broke up. I told her on saturday during the camp, although initially reluctant, but I have to obey. She understood the reason as we clearly knew that our relationship is unpleasant to God's eyes - He doesnt want it to continue and we continue sinning AND the purpose is already served. I merely obeyed what God tells me to do. I believe God wants us to be serving our purpose on earth, doing his works, saving the lost, and I wanna be on that right track heading towards our ultimate goal. I know God has great plans ahead of me, Christy and all his children on Earth.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

the old Victor before camp is gone, and this new one is gonna do works in His name, according to what He has planned for me. We might never know, Christy and Victor might start all over again in the future if its according to God's will and when we are equally yoked - or else, I am very sure God has someone else more suited for the both of us, because God has nothing but great plans for the both of us - &lt;big&gt;GOD IS GOOD!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/big&gt;

I pray for everyone out there today-
For singles: I pray that you will have faith that this God who's our redeemer, our saviour, our deliverer and our lord - provides for his children, with his abundant love, mercy and grace and believe that God has great plans for each and every one of you, as He sees your hearts desires and provide you with a life partner who will walk with you in God's love.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

For couples: I pray that your relationship will be forever blessed and pleasant in God's eyes, where the both of you aim for not the temporary reward, but eternal treasures in heaven, and demonstrate God's love to everyone around you, putting God above everything else.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;i&gt;Proverbs 3: 3-4 "Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will find favor and a good name in the sight of God and man. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Note: This is something that my friend Victor asked me to read. I hope that this will encourage you like how it encouraged me.&lt;i&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-3134376917217857667?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3134376917217857667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=3134376917217857667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/3134376917217857667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/3134376917217857667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/05/testimony.html' title='A testimony...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-6674173998641069698</id><published>2008-05-10T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T01:31:29.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake-ing around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow...what an eventful day I had. As stated obviously in the title of this post, I've been snake-ing around during office hours. But to justify myself, I didn't do it on purpose. Rather, Alwin and I were sent out to the income tax office to hand in the company's checks. And as we were trying to get to Desa Sri Hartamas on the way back for lunch, we missed a turning and ended up on the Plus highway instead. Seeing that we're nearer to Ikano than to Hartamas, we decided to eat there instead. So eat we did. We actually went to Manhattan Fish Market for lunch. But it was at a reasonable price coz they had a set lunch. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then, suddenly I received this message from my colleague which says, "Good afternoon Ms. Adelynn, would you be so kind to purchase some Cornetto ice cream for a few hungry people here? Maybe 3 or 4 cones will do...Thanks!" Hahaha, that was real funny. Apparently everyone knew that we bought ice creams for some of our colleagues yesterday and asked for some today. Fine. So we bought 4 cones. The people in this company just have this habit of eating Cornetto ice cream. And they're that choosy until they don't want to eat anything cheaper than that. Wow.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Then, after coming back from lunch, my brother messaged me on MSN saying that my car has arrived! Finally! And just in time for me to use it too. It is Yim Ling's birthday today and we promised her that we will go to the Eye of Malaysia to celebrate it. And we did. And I bravely drove down to KL with just some sort of map. And I didn't lose my way. Hooray! And did I mention that I was the one who got Alwin to the income tax office without getting lost? Haha. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But when we were coming out of KL we did get lost for a good half an hour. We got lost in Kg. Baru, passed by Jalan Tun Sambanthan and ended up on Federal Highway. And we managed to go through a Malay kampung and then an Indian area. How muhibah! We actually wanted to go to Petaling Street to eat, but we lost our way and ended up circling round KL. But when we were looking for an exit from KL, we found Petaling Street. But seeing that it is too much of a hassle to find parking space there, we decided to just go to plain old William's. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As usual it's full house leaving only a table near a cockroach's nest. Within 5 minutes of us sitting down, they all came crawling and flying out of the hole. Scarry!!! So we decided to move all the way to the very last table and fed the mosquitoes instead. Haha. And we ordered RM 75 worth of food and drinks. But it was well worth it coz it was good. And now I'm blogging coz I don't wanna sleep on a full stomach...ZZzzZZzzZZzz...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-6674173998641069698?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6674173998641069698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=6674173998641069698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6674173998641069698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6674173998641069698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/05/snake-ing-around.html' title='Snake-ing around...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-6745551554039957199</id><published>2008-05-04T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:57:07.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Klang and bak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SB2-XT-LlWI/AAAAAAAAACM/RgOF7d4aun8/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaa&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that was a pun. The title I mean. But yeah, it was Labour's Day, and we had nothing better to do, so 4 of us just decided to go down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt; to look for Gan and have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SB2-XT-LlWI/AAAAAAAAACM/RgOF7d4aun8/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SB2-XT-LlWI/AAAAAAAAACM/RgOF7d4aun8/s320/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196518852762768738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SB2-Xz-LlXI/AAAAAAAAACU/DU2xKyNxwAs/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;Here's a picture of our deliciously FATTY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SB2-Xz-LlXI/AAAAAAAAACU/DU2xKyNxwAs/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SB2-Xz-LlXI/AAAAAAAAACU/DU2xKyNxwAs/s320/DSC00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196518861352703346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SB2-Xz-LlXI/AAAAAAAAACU/DU2xKyNxwAs/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;teh's&lt;/span&gt; complete without the tea...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SB2-Xz-LlYI/AAAAAAAAACc/Nm-duX5SSHE/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SB2-Xz-LlYI/AAAAAAAAACc/Nm-duX5SSHE/s320/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196518861352703362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Tai Leong with a stupid face!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SB2-YD-LlZI/AAAAAAAAACk/CBEkFwRg9pY/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SB2-YD-LlZI/AAAAAAAAACk/CBEkFwRg9pY/s320/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196518865647670674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Wen Zhen reaching for something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Tai Soon whacking the "yau char kuai"...&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/8660365731108498480-6745551554039957199?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6745551554039957199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=6745551554039957199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6745551554039957199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6745551554039957199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-klang-and-bak.html' title='To Klang and bak...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SB2-XT-LlWI/AAAAAAAAACM/RgOF7d4aun8/s72-c/DSC00034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-5767987706017186498</id><published>2008-04-26T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:06:32.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassing moments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Embarrassing moment No. 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It all started when Jason asked me to call the contractor to clarify something. So I happily called the guy and spoke to him in English. After saying whatever I wanted to say and asked whatever I wanted to ask, he then asked me back whether I can speak Cantonese. And what did I do? I just handed the phone over to Jason. Baaad move. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Unknowingly, there were quite a few people standing around me just doing their own stuff. But they happened to be there. Arghh. After the conversation, one guy just stood in front of me and peeled an imaginary banana. And Alwin just looked at me and grinned. Right, Alwin, like you're not the bigger banana between the both of us. And that guy who teased me about being a banana called me one every time he sees me. Darn. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Embarrassing moment No. 2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was trying to finish my Masterlife homework during lunch break. Since my desk was at such an exposed place I decided to go and sit at C.H.'s place which was right next to Alvin's in a corner. Fine, so I was there happily finishing up my homework when my supervisor came up to me and asked me to changed the name of the file and print it. That's not the point. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But anyway, after I was done with my homework, I left to go back to my place. On the way out, guess what? I tripped! I tripped on the carpet. And I literally jumped right out of my heels. How embarrassing! Then Alvin went like: "Thank God you didn't trip, just be careful next time lo". Ok, I've really got nothing to say on this. Given the history of how clumsy I was (which includes walking right into a drain), this was bound to happen sometime. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Embarrassing moment No. 3:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My supervisor, who asked me to reprint something for him, came up to me and asked me if I had already done it for him. And I said, "Yeah, you just wanted me to change the name of the file and reprint it right?". Oh, that was it. He went like, "No, I wanted you to change the figures in there. Why are you so blur? Who were you looking at until you didn't know what I wanted you to do?". I could only smile and say sorry. But it wasn't even my fault. He came to me and asked me to change the name and print it out for him. He didn't tell me about the figures that I was supposed to change. Argh! I'm supposed to know?
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-5767987706017186498?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5767987706017186498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=5767987706017186498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/5767987706017186498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/5767987706017186498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/04/embarrassing-moments.html' title='Embarrassing moments...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-7134143582420894185</id><published>2008-04-21T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:07:22.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the mayhem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;As you all know, Alwin's dad's funeral was over yesterday. And I also did go and visit Jennifer's dad who's dying of terminal cancer in the hospital yesterday. So much emotions involved. I went to work this morning looking blurer than ever, getting a questioning look from Alvin then a question asking what did I do last night that I look so blur. I just didn't get enough sleep-la, friend. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So anyway, after completing much of the work that Jason gave me a few days ago (I stopped doing coz I needed to ask him something before I could continue, not because I curi tulang), I was just sitting there, surfing all my ex-schoolmates' blogs and MSN-ing. I must be typing really loudly coz at one point, Alvin actually came over to me and ask me for my MSN contact. Hehe. The conversation went something like that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Alvin: Eh, give me your email la since you chatting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: You give me yours la, I add you. Since my MSN is already on anyway. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Alvin: Got paper ar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me: *Just passes paper to him...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Then he just wrote his contact and went his way. Really funny. Then we were talking non-stop on MSN even though we're just sitting opposite each other, albeit the partition between us. Well, typing sure does beat shouting across the stupid partition. Ish. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh, and did I mention after I finished the work that Jason gave me, I was sitting at my desk the whole day just surfing blogs? I was really, really free. But I was taking a risk too, I guess. My desk is like really opened and my computer's facing the aisle where everyone walks past. But thank God everyone left me well alone. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But the whole point of this post is not just about the mundane things that I do (or not do...) in the office. It is about achieving the purpose that God put me in this office. I know I didn't choose it for myself. I know God put me there. Even when I was looking for a place to do my industrial training, I prayed that God would put me somewhere that I could be a salt and light to Him. And I did.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On Sunday, God  suddenly revealed to me what I was supposed to do in my workplace. I was supposed to minister to the Christians. The ones who have gone lukewarm or who's not ready to commit fully to God. I am to minister to those people. And I did today. God really did opened a way for me. I just remembered that I was praying last week that God will open a way for me to touch those people. And He did. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I had a good and long talk to one of my colleagues on MSN today. And at the end of the conversation just now, he just said that I really understand him. I believe I have made an impact. But all glory goes to God. He's the one who ordained this meeting. It is not by chance but by divine intervention that this conversation happened today. Praise You, Lord, for all that happened today.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-7134143582420894185?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7134143582420894185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=7134143582420894185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/7134143582420894185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/7134143582420894185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/04/after-mayhem.html' title='After the mayhem...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-4203236150909175899</id><published>2008-04-19T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T13:02:50.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tragic ending...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two nights ago, I received a call from Alwin about 1.13 in the morning. I was already sleeping then. He sounded quite frantic on the phone. But me being me, I was quite blur and hardly heard what he said. All I heard was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My father got into an accident...You find your own way to work tomorrow...Please pray for my father...&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Boy was I shocked when I heard the line "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please pray for my father...&lt;/span&gt;" Warning bells just started to sound in my head. And I was thinking "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It must be serious, if not he wouldn't ask me to pray for his dad...&lt;/span&gt;" So I started praying. Hard. I knew that Alwin's father was not a Christian. I asked God to spare him. But He didn't. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yesterday Mark and I together with my mom went over to Alwin's place to see him. The funeral from the outside looked like a Buddhist funeral. But then most of the people who attended the funeral were Christians. I overheard Alwin's mom asking their church members to pray for his father because he's not saved. And they're so confused. Yesterday the funeral seemed to be a Buddhist funeral. Today, they want to have it the Christian way. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I don't want my family to be like that. I don't want the day that my father passed away, I've to make decisions like what type of funeral do we want? I want my father to come to know my Father in Heaven. I want him to know Jesus as his Lord and Savior. I want him to have a relationship with God. And because I love him, I don't want him to die knowing that he'll be subjected to eternal damnation if he doesn't know God. So for those of you out there who's family members are not saved, pray...pray like never before. And claim this promise that God has given us. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Acts 16:31- "Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved - you and your household."&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father Lord, I want to uphold everyone of my brothers and sisters-in-Christ's family whose not been saved. Father I want to claim this promise that You said in Your word, that by believing in You, our household will be saved, Lord. And Father, I want to see this promise coming true in every single one of our lives. I thank you Father, for all my brothers and sisters-in-Christ that they have given their lives to You. And I pray that You will bless them abundantly even as they continue to walk close with You. I thank You Lord, in Jesus most precious name I pray. Amen." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And as for Alwin, this verse is for you and your family: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"But the Counselor, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and remind you of everything I have said to you." - John 14:26
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-4203236150909175899?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4203236150909175899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=4203236150909175899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/4203236150909175899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/4203236150909175899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/04/tragic-ending.html' title='A tragic ending...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-6990249856152205473</id><published>2008-04-14T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:49:12.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dog named Brownie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nearly a year ago, there was a puppy that was abandoned in the playground opposite my house...This little puppy is golden brown in colour and she has a really good temperament...You can play with her...Tug and pull her but she will never bark...But she's not mute though...She just has a very good temperament...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Seeing that she's out on the streets, a kind neighbour of mine actually gave her a home...But she still loves coming out and wondering about the neighbourhood...And my mom decided to be a good Samaritan and fed her...So she always, always come to my house...Without fail, she'll be standing outside my gate waiting for us to come out and give her food or play with her every evening....What a faithful dog...So, this is the story of Brownie, a faithful dog...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-6990249856152205473?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6990249856152205473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=6990249856152205473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6990249856152205473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6990249856152205473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/04/dog-named-brownie_14.html' title='A dog named Brownie...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/SAN8cBLl0OI/AAAAAAAAABc/kJaGgaJz8PM/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-1389731120127312310</id><published>2008-04-07T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:44:57.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all lack of attention GIRLS...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOL...Ok, I know the title of this post might be offensive to some...But I was just referring to my workplace...I started my industrial training today (and this is considered a subject and I'm supposed to register and PAY my uni for this "subject"...) and I'm working in a mechanical and electrical consulting firm...And being an engineering firm, there's only like 1 lady engineer working there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Soooo, all the other engineers get all worked up and excited when they hear that there's a new trainee who's a female...Woou, all I did was say that I'm from Uniten and next thing I know, the whole office knows that I'm from Uniten...And, all the ex-Uniten students came and introduce themselves to me...My dear friend (whose a male by the way), was totally ignored even though he sat just right across from me...Talk about getting too much attention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So girls, if you think that you're really lack of attention and think that you need some, then by all means, go and study engineering...Hahaha...Actually my day didn't start out all that dandy...In fact, the first thing I did today was to go to the police station to certify my report so that I can get an insurance claim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And after all the rushing around, I "dengan bangganya" entered the office at 10.45 am...While I was rushing around a lot, Alwin was frantically messaging me asking when am I gonna come in...He was really, really bored...And so was I after I came in and finished reading the company profile...I actually sat there doing nothing until lunch time, then one of my colleagues actually came and ask me whether we wanna go for lunch with them or not...Note the "ME"...Sigh...I think it's really getting too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;After lunch, Alwin and I just decided it's time we lose a little weight and decided to take the stairs up...Our office is like on the 8th floor...So we were panting by the time we reached...But it's kinda fun...And finally I had some work to do, a while after Alwin got his that is...So I was still left sitting there bored playing with my handphone while Alwin was happily doing some work already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, and a lady from the Admin department actually made this remark about the engineer who was teaching Alwin something..."Taulah, XXXX kenapa kat sini..." Hey, excuse me...A lady said that to him...And I'm in the picture too...That's a real sexist remark...Whatever happened to gender equality? Even the ladies are giving sexist remarks to people of their own gender...Well, this certainly will spice up my life for the next 3 months...&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/8660365731108498480-1389731120127312310?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1389731120127312310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=1389731120127312310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/1389731120127312310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/1389731120127312310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/04/calling-all-lack-of-attention-girls.html' title='Calling all lack of attention GIRLS...!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-6311229656801804215</id><published>2008-04-06T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:48:54.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The aftermath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Today officially marks the second day that I DO NOT have my car...It's kinda sad I guess...And some of my favourite things are lost together with the car...*Sigh*...I am bemoaning the loss of my favourite pair of sunglasses which cost me RM 180...Plus a lot of hunting to actually find a pair that fits my face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But on a brighter note...Now I actually know how many people are concerned for me...That's quite sweet actually...Really...Plus losing my car also gave me all the more reason to start blogging again...Haha...Today, a friend which I just knew recently and not too well at that actually called me and asked how I was...So concerned...Or was it busybody?? Who knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Nevertheless, I'm still touched by his call...And another friend which talks to me quite often online but don't really talk to me face to face actually attempted to cheer me up online the whole of yesterday...Awww...That was so sweet...Haha...Ok, but despite it all, I'm truly glad that I've friends like that...So thanks guys, whoever who had comforted me...You are the best...&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/8660365731108498480-6311229656801804215?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6311229656801804215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=6311229656801804215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6311229656801804215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6311229656801804215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/04/aftermath.html' title='The aftermath...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-923794878900505756</id><published>2008-04-05T12:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:32:50.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess what? I was woken up this morning by my maid at 9 am...And she sounded so panicked...So I asked her what happened...And she said that my car was gone...Yes gone...Gone as in stolen...I just stared at her dumbly with my mouth forming an 'O'...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Few seconds later, I just sprang into action and went downstairs to see that my car actually is gone...GONE!!!I told my dad and mom and from there on the hoo-haa started...We started calling the security guards and goodness knows who...Then off to the police station we go! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;While taking my statement, the sergeant was informing us that cheap cars like mine...They're just gonna chop it up and sell the parts...So looks like the chances of getting my car back is quite slim...Sigh...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Throughout the whole morning, I was getting sms-es from my church friends...Boy, do news spread fast around here...But I thank God that I have friends that are so concerned over me...Plus I believe God really had things planned out for me...And this incident is probably part of His plan...He's a sovereign God after all...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I truly believe He has something in store for me...Someone once said to me, it's easier to praise God when all is well and life is just breezing by, but when you're in trouble and things start happening to you, then there's where the test of your faith comes in...God can give and He can take away, but He can take away and give again too...So I'm just gonna continue trusting in Him because I know He will never let me down...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"The LORD is my strength and my shield;  my heart trusts in him, and I am helped.  My heart leaps for joy  and I will give thanks to him in song." - Psalm 28:7&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/8660365731108498480-923794878900505756?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/923794878900505756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=923794878900505756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/923794878900505756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/923794878900505756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/04/stolen.html' title='Stolen!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-4793993372228559235</id><published>2008-03-30T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:36:45.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again it's the time of the semester...Exams!!! Arrghhh... And there's someone sitting behind me singing a Mariah Carey song in some farnie English... LOL... So much for trying to study... Aih...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've got a paper tomorrow morning at 9 am and I've not finished memorizing all my stuff yet... AI... Whoever takes AI? Ok, back to studying... No, wait... I'm hungry... Weh! Let's go mamak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-4793993372228559235?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4793993372228559235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=4793993372228559235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/4793993372228559235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/4793993372228559235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m Bored...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-7999541020310149766</id><published>2007-12-05T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:38:19.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Drivers and Beowulf...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's up with PJ drivers man?? They all cut into your lane without putting a signal and withouth looking at their side mirror also...They just drive however they want...I nearly had 3 accidents while trying to get back to Serdang...Just great... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first one happened at the Rothmans roundabout...I was driving on my lane happily minding my own business then along came this lorry who just cut into my lane without any signal...*sigh*...Then there's this pickup truck further down the road nearing UM that suddenly cut into my lane too...And that was really a close call...I was just praying for a safe journey when this incident happened...Thank God that me and my car came out of this unharmed... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My journey continued on smoothly until I reached Serdang...Oh, the nerve of the car!!! I was driving behind a lorry when it emergency breaked...And I had to hit the breaks as well...I was gonna curse the lorry driver when I saw that it was actually a stupid car that cut into the lorry's lane without looking... @@#$%!...Malaysian drivers... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the worse part is I rushed back all the way from PJ just to discover that my class was cancelled...I spent about 3 hours bumming in uni, following my friend to class while trying to kill time...And same goes for today...I happily got out of bed at 9 am to get ready to go to a class that never was...Apparently Tun Mahathir was having a lecture series and all morning classes were cancelled...Trust me not to have known...So deciding to put my free time into use, I ended up watching Beowulf... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was pretty good...Considering that Beowulf acted like a caveman...He just loves to say "I am Beowulf"...Like we all don't know already...Plus he has this huge sexual appetite that became his downfall (I seriously don't think this movie should be rated 'U')...But anyway, Angelina Jolie looks hot in this movie (she's near naked...)...But I noticed something, the gold stuff that covers her *ahem* privates, also form some sort of high heels for her...I think it's really funny...So, if you do have the time, go check out the movie...Even if you can't stand the caveman-ness of Beowulf, but there's always Angelina Jolie as the consolation... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/S: By the way, the movie's an animation...So don't go falling for my description about Angelina Jolie...But according to my friend's friend, the animation is of the right proportion as her real self...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-7999541020310149766?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7999541020310149766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=7999541020310149766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/7999541020310149766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/7999541020310149766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/12/malaysian-drivers-and-beowulf.html' title='Malaysian Drivers and Beowulf...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-1877063524103168440</id><published>2007-11-22T14:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:51:21.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday, holiday, holiday...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh well...I'm actually in the middle of my holidays now...Which means, I have exactly 11 more days till my holiday ends...But I'll be going to Perlis-Langkawi-Cameron Highlands starting Saturday...My last chance to enjoy myself before I go back to "prison"...Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But I think I had a really fruitful holiday so far...I ran errands, caught up with some friends, got things done...Help to decorate the church...And I even drove all the way down to Lenggeng, Negeri Sembilan to check out a potential youth camp site...Hmmm...I made myself really useful...*gives a pat on the back to myself*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Putting all that aside, let me just enjoy my last 11 days of holiday on a real holiday...And hopefully I won't get into a dispute with the people that I'm going with...&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/8660365731108498480-1877063524103168440?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1877063524103168440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=1877063524103168440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/1877063524103168440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/1877063524103168440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/11/holiday-holiday-holiday.html' title='Holiday, holiday, holiday...!!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-7077286527853692719</id><published>2007-09-26T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:40:18.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jocks? Nerds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok...This is just for fun...But I did realize at one point that I have several groups of friends in uni...And honestly...I dunno which one I really, really belong to...I guess I have a little bit of this and a little bit of that that's why I have so many groups of friends...Or I'm just confused la...I also dunno which one...Anyway...I think my group of friends can be sort of divided into:
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&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The jocks...These are the people that I play basketball with...Ok, Ok...I'm sure you guys know who you are...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The nerds...These are the people that I basically hang out with most of the time in class...But am I really one?? Hmmm...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Christians...I'm not discriminating them or what...But hanging out with them does great things for my spiritual life...&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The neighbours...These are my bunch of really close friends that I always, always hang out with and they belong to the some of the group I listed above...Looking back, I think we've all come a long way...Aww...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway...I was just posting while waiting for my neighbours to go out for dinner...I'm dying of hunger here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disclaimer: This post is not meant to insult or stereotype people...Like I said...I'm just posting something random while waiting to go out and eat...Haha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-7077286527853692719?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7077286527853692719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=7077286527853692719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/7077286527853692719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/7077286527853692719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/09/jocks-nerds.html' title='Jocks? Nerds?'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-3971027371800273056</id><published>2007-08-22T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:52:00.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ok, ok...I KNOW that I haven't been blogging for the past month...But I started my semester at the beginning of July, and I'm staying out of campus now...So that made me internet-less for the whole of July...But I got my internet now...Phew...finally... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I know, I know, I'm also using this as an excuse coz I DO go over to Alwin and friends' place for the internet... ;) Did I mention that Alwin is staying 22 houses away from me...What coincidence...The bottom line is I'm just too lazy...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The list of things that I've done/gotten etc. since the last time I blogged:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I've gotten a new handphone (It's a K550 and I totally love it!!Plus it's white...Just like my old handphone...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I've gotten a new car!! (Ok, it's a Malaysian made car which makes it a Milo tin on wheels but still drive-able...But if I were to get into an accident...Hmmm...I don't wanna know...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I've gotten a new haircut which costs me RM68 coz they straightened my fringe (And my brother says that I looked la-la in that hairstyle...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And I've gotten a new pair of sunglasses and glasses (which means I blew my budget for last month not to mention the fact that I had to pay for the deposit of the house, the rent and the internet connection...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And I also turned 21 already...Yay!!! I can finally vote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;So basically I've managed to get whatever I have in my wishlist...Whoopee!!! This semester has been pretty smooth sailing for me...Even all the tests that I've sat for...It wasn't that bad...I thought I was gonna flunk the paper I sat for on Monday but today when my lecturer gave us back the paper, I saw that I got 27/30!!! Clap clap...And that guy ain't that good a lecturer either...But then again I guess that made his test easier for us to score...Anyway, I'm not complaining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PLUS...This is the last week before my mid-sem break starts...Although I have only one week and I do have a lot of assignments to do, but it's a relief to not be attending classes for a week...And I can go shopping!!! I'm sooo looking forward to my holidays...I've got another test to go tomorrow night and then I'm home free!!! Uh-oh...Which means I've gotta continue studying and not blog anymore...Oppss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Oh, and special thanks to Tai Leong for bugging me to blog again...I just saw his MSN message bugging me for feedbacks about his blogged and I remembered him bugging me to blog again...And so I did...Cheers!!! Oh, by the way, if you all happen to be free enough go and check out his blog...It's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.taileong.org/"&gt;http://www.taileong.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-3971027371800273056?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3971027371800273056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=3971027371800273056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/3971027371800273056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/3971027371800273056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-3788209305432752427</id><published>2007-07-08T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:43:41.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I went, I saw and I STOMPED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha...Ok...I finally went for my mission trip and now I'm back!Actually I came back like a week ago but life was hectic for the last one week...I came back and my mom just threw me this piece of news that Nick and Stacey's wedding was like this Saturday and she was roped in to help with the flowers...Ok...So then we were running around like mad women...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But going back to the mission trip, I had a lot of fun and I learnt a lot of things about myself...And I turned out to be different than what I thought I was...Oh boy...I really learned to enjoy the beauty of God's creation too...I was travelling down this river and I just looked around me and saw how beautiful the swamp, the river and the sky with the birds in it was...And how I wish that I can see all these more often...But there was a downside to it though...They were doing logging along the river...So that kinda spoils the beauty of the place... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and I had some "exotic" food as well...I had a mouse deer for lunch and terrapin for dinner...Haha...It tasted pretty good...Well I really thank God that I wasn't in the other team that went...They were made to eat monkey meat without knowing that it's monkey meat...They were told that it was wild boar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok...I'm just too lazy to continue my story...If you wanna know more just come talk to me or something...I gotta go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-3788209305432752427?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3788209305432752427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=3788209305432752427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/3788209305432752427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/3788209305432752427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-went-i-saw-and-i-stomped-hahaha.html' title='I went, I saw and I STOMPED!!!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-4700292696723326081</id><published>2007-06-07T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:45:07.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I know...I haven't been blogging for a looong time...Sorry people...I've just been too busy...Anyway...I just returned from church camp a few days ago...And now I'm feeling a bit under the weather...I think this is due to me stressing myself out during camp...Plus...I was taking care of the kids too...They were pretty fun and most of them were quite easy to handle too...Dun mind taking this job up in the next church camp...Hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh...Did I mentioned that my room was invaded by bees on the last day of camp?Crazy man...And I didn't realise...I was too tired...I just hopped onto bed and did my quite time and fell asleep...Then in comes Sue Yin, whom I'm sharing the room with...And she woke me up and told me that there were bees in the room and asked me to move over to the other dorm...Thank God for her or else I would have been sleeping with the bees for company! And I am afraid of bees...Had a bad experience with it...Gah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm gonna be going for my mission trip in like 9 days...Oh boy! Am I excited...But I don't know if I'm really ready for it...But what the heck...I'll just go where ever God wants to take me...Just like what Isaiah said to God:
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Isaiah 6:8
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?" And I said, "Here I am. Send me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So send me...I will go...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-4700292696723326081?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4700292696723326081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=4700292696723326081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/4700292696723326081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/4700292696723326081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/06/send-me.html' title='Send me...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-9019401503003938367</id><published>2007-04-29T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:47:55.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The simple joys of life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ok ok...It's been two weeks since I've blogged...I didn't even realize that my chat box got deleted! And now that I'm having holidays, I can't even use the excuse that I'm busy not to blog...Hehehe...But anyway...I think I had a pretty exciting day today...I was practically out of the house the whole day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We went to Port Dickson today, Adrian, Sue Yin, Yew Meng and I...Well, it wasn't really for fun but it's more of checking out the campsite...But unfortunately the caretaker's not in and the gates were locked...Imagine that, we drove all the way down there and we couldn't even step into the compound...Oh, by the way Port Dickson's about an hour's drive away...But we had fun at the beach...We weren't exactly playing in the water and all but we were walking along the beach together...Just enjoying the simple joys of life...Ahh...really nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And when I was walking along the beach I just recalled the story about when we're down there's only one set of footprints instead of two...That's because when we're down God is carrying us in His arms...And Adrian told me that the title of the story is "Footprints in the Sand"...I think this little trip to PD has reminded me about the simple things in life...You know sometimes things get hectic around us and we just concentrate on getting the things done and we've forgotten all about the simple joys in life...Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And something miraculous happened while we were praying for Auntie Dai May's introduction to intercession class...She got a group of us young people to get together to pray...And while we were praying I saw fire coming down from the heavens and Sue Ann saw angels standing behind Auntie Dai May who is speaking...Wow...And we both started singing the same song at the same instant...I know it may sound like a coincident but it's not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;On a lighter note, I went furniture shopping with Lai Yee for my new house last week...I think it was quite a fruitful attempt...I managed to get a bed and a shelf...Yippee...Now all that's left is my study table and cupboard...Well...One at a time, one at a time...Yeah...And Sieh Jin's getting married next week...I'm so excited...And I'm going back to Penang for his wedding...It's gonna be fun! But I still can't think of what to wear...Darn...Well...Anyway...That's it for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;P/S: I was introduced to this really nice Christian band...Jars of Clay...Should go listen to it sometime...&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/8660365731108498480-9019401503003938367?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/9019401503003938367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=9019401503003938367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/9019401503003938367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/9019401503003938367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/04/simple-joys-of-life.html' title='The simple joys of life...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-6386009418396326562</id><published>2007-04-15T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:50:06.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am free...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Ok, ok...My finals are finally over...And Easter's over too...I'm finally settled down enough to blog again...Yay! Anyway...A little update on the Easter sketch...It went really well...And I believe the sketch did touch a few people in the congregation and they cried...Can you imagine that? Due to our mediocre acting people actually cried? I guess it's because God was working through us...But I'm really glad that they got the message that we're trying to speak through the act...Praise God for that...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;On the other hand...I'm rejoicing coz my finals are finally over...Try putting yourself into my shoes...On Monday, nearly everyone I know has finished their finals...But...I was only halfway through...And now...After most people I know have already been five days into their holidays...I'm finally done...Finished...Finito...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Oh, and did I mention that I've decided to sort of do my industrial training in this two and a half months hols? Hence the hunting around for an example of an application letter and cv that I can use to write mine...Oh...About this...I really gotta thank Raph and Wen Li...Thanks so much guys! So by God's grace, I'll be able to get this job and hopefully much experience too...Haha...Kinda looking forward to it...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;So I guess that's about it from me...Hope to be able to blog more often now that I'm on holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-6386009418396326562?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6386009418396326562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=6386009418396326562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6386009418396326562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6386009418396326562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-ok.html' title='I am free...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-5009576628525542462</id><published>2007-03-29T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:52:11.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/Rgvdd8VUi5I/AAAAAAAAABA/_Pg0ysORRoI/s1600-h/Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047371313880271762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/Rgvdd8VUi5I/AAAAAAAAABA/_Pg0ysORRoI/s320/Jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day a while back, a man, his heart heavy with grief, was walking in the woods. As he thought about his life this day, he knew many things were not right. He thought about those who had lied about him back when he had a job.
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His thoughts turned to those who had stolen his things and cheated him. He remembered family that had passed on. His mind turned to the illness he had that no one could cure. His very soul was filled with anger, resentment and frustration.
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Standing there this day, searching for answers he could not find, knowing all else had failed him, he knelt at the base of an old oak tree to seek the one he knew would always be there. And with tears in his eyes, he prayed:
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Lord- You have done wonderful things for me in this life. You have told me to do many things for you, and I happily obeyed. Today, you have told me to forgive. I am sad, Lord, because I cannot. I don't know how. It is not fair Lord. I didn't deserve these wrongs that were done against me and I shouldn't have to forgive. As perfect as your way is Lord, this one thing I cannot do, for I don't know how to forgive. My anger is so deep Lord, I fear I may not hear you, but I pray that you teach me to do this one thing I cannot do - Teach me To Forgive."

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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As he knelt there in the quiet shade of that old oak tree, he felt something fall onto his shoulder. He opened his eyes. Out of the corner of one eye, he saw something red on his shirt.
He could not turn to see what it was because where the oak tree had been was a large square piece of wood in the ground. He raised his head and saw two feet held to the wood with a large spike through them.
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He raised his head more, and tears came to his eyes as he saw Jesus hanging on a cross. He saw spikes in His hands, a gash in His side, atorn and battered body, deep thorns sunk into His head. Finally he saw the suffering and pain on His precious face. As their eyes met, the
man's tears turned to sobbing, and Jesus began to speak.
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Have you ever told a lie?" He asked.
The man answered - "Yes, Lord."
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"Have you ever been given too much change and kept it?"
The man answered - " Yes, Lord."

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the man sobbed more and more."Have you ever taken something from work that wasn't yours?" Jesus asked.
And the man answered - "Yes, Lord."&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
"Have you ever sworn, using my Father's name in vain? "The man, crying now, answered - "Yes, Lord."
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As Jesus asked many more times, "Have you ever"? The man's crying became uncontrollable, for he could only answer - "Yes, Lord."
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then Jesus turned His head from one side to the other, and the man felt something fall on his other shoulder. He looked and saw that it was the blood of Jesus. When he looked back up, his eyes met those of Jesus, and there was a look of love the man had never seen or known before.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jesus said, "I didn't deserve this either, but I forgive you."It may be hard to see how you're going to get through something, but when you look back in life, you realize how true this statement is.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Read the following first line slowly and let it sink in.If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it.&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/8660365731108498480-5009576628525542462?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5009576628525542462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=5009576628525542462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/5009576628525542462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/5009576628525542462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-day-while-back-man-his-heart-heavy.html' title=''/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/Rgvdd8VUi5I/AAAAAAAAABA/_Pg0ysORRoI/s72-c/Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-2001815748095751215</id><published>2007-03-27T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:53:42.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a happy day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Like the title of my post says...It's a happy day for me...I guess God was a big factor in that...I started out my day with the usual class but a friend of my tutored me on a subject that I'm really weak in...And he did teach me a few short cuts here and there...Although I'll be sitting for the make up test of that subject tomorrow, I'm not too worried...It's an open book test after all...Hehehe...And praise God that I have a friend who is so willing to help...Chun Fai...I really owe you one... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Another thing that made me happy was...Hmmm...Well...My parents bought me a car!!!My mom just called me and informed me when I was playing basketball just now...Hehehe...And we were debating whether to get the reddish-orangey one or a black one...But I guess the reddish-orangey one won...I'm not even sure what colour do you call it...But anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, another thing that made my day was my dinner...It wasn't an extraordinary dinner or anything...It was just in Upten...But I had it with a dear friend of mine which I think I haven't had dinner with the whole semester already...We had a lot of catching up to do...And it really brings back memories of when we used to go for dinner together a lot...Like really a lot...Hehehe...I guess I just miss talking to him... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well anyway...I gotta get back to studying for tomorrow's test now...&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/8660365731108498480-2001815748095751215?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2001815748095751215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=2001815748095751215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2001815748095751215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2001815748095751215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-happy-day.html' title='It&apos;s a happy day...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-6716827028546066743</id><published>2007-03-18T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:54:14.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm whole again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Today in church, once again a wonderful thing happened...The speaker today was Pastor Ben...And let me tell you, he is really God's anointed speaker...And each time he speaks in our church, he'll always have an altar call...And as usual, I went to the front for the altar call...I felt like I needed healing and conviction once again...It's not your usual physical healing...But it's more of a spiritual healing...Lately, I just felt so dried up...And the fire is no longer burning...But today, God relit the fire...He has me burning for Him again...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As I was kneeling there before God at His altar, I could just feel that I was crying out all the hurt and all the despair that I was feeling...That I'm going through...I felt like He wanted me to pour out to Him all my problems and all my worries...And that He just listens to it all and taking it away from me...As He was ministering to me, He also asked Sue Ann to pray for me...And she told Him that she didn't know what to pray for and asked Him to guide her...And He did...He just led her to pray for the very thing that I asked from Him...For reassurance and for healing...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You know...When I questioned God on where is He in my life, when I'm going through all the hurt and suffering...All I could hear was this: "Don't worry...I'm with you...Right here by your side...Why do you not trust me?" And after Sue Ann prayed for me, after letting out all the hurt...I could hear His voice again..."Do you believe me now? That I'm here for you?"Yes Lord...Now I do...This experience has made me whole again...Thank You Lord...For making me whole again...&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/8660365731108498480-6716827028546066743?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6716827028546066743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=6716827028546066743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6716827028546066743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6716827028546066743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-whole-again.html' title='I&apos;m whole again...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-2820745456466861846</id><published>2007-03-18T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T01:06:17.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for miracles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Before God spoke the universe into
existence He knew my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Before He created the
atmosphere, He held me in His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Before He created the oceans, the land,
the plants and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;creeping things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He chose the color of my
hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Before He created the animals and before
He created the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;first man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He loved
me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;God placed within Adam's body all of the DNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;of every human being who would ever walk the earth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and within him he placed the color of my eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Before He knit me together within my mother's womb, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he cherished the sound of my laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Before I shed my first tear he felt my pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Before my sin, my sorrow, and my stubborn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;disobedience, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he chose to carry them to the Cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He hung there His blood pouring out…for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Why he chose to do this I cannot comprehend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;God wanted me to be his own child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;How can that be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;With all of my flaws and character defects, He wanted me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to believe in Him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and He gave me the grace to believe in myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;God loves me with a fire that can never be quenched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am special to Him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;even if I am not special to anyone else, including myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have tried to perfect myself, and I have failed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have tried to believe the world's message, but I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;found no answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have followed the paths forged by others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;only to find disaster at every bend in the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Only God has given me the answers that I have sought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Peace. Love. Fulfillment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The change in my life is not a complicated one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's not about how good I am or how I pray or how often I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;go to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's not about money or fame or popularity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I cannot speak for others. They must decide for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I only know that the world has given me no happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;After searching my entire life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have only been able to find the answers to my questions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;on my knees at the foot of the Cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;© Jaye Lewis, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-2820745456466861846?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2820745456466861846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=2820745456466861846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2820745456466861846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2820745456466861846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/03/searching-for-miracles-before-god-spoke.html' title='Searching for miracles...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-1247226804580064453</id><published>2007-03-11T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:01:51.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You know...Looking back through the years...I now realise how much close to my mom then I was back then...I don't have to look back really far...All it takes is just a few years back...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nowadays, I can just sit down and talk to her without us yelling at each other and tears being shed...I even started to learn recipes from her too...Wow...Look how far we've come...I realise now that when you try to bring up a child, there's just no life manual where you can refer to on the proper way of bringing up your child...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As I'm the firstborn of the family, obviously I'm the one whom my parents experimented with on how to bring up a child...Most of the time it's through trial and error with my mother being such a young mother...Oh, my mom had me when she was only 23...Cool right...That's so young...And I've only a few more years before I'm there myself...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was just talking to my mom and she mentioned that among my siblings, I was the hardest to bring up coz I'm just plain stubborn...Then again, back then I never felt like I was really loved...I always felt like my brother was loved by my mom a lot and my little sister was loved by my dad a lot...I always felt so lonely and unloved...But growing up and knowing Jesus Christ changed all that...I'm now so assured that I'm loved...By my parents, my siblings, and everyone around me...And that above all that, I have Christ's love with me and in me...And I believe that part of this love will always remain in me and the other part will be poured out to others who needs it...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;for all that you've done for me...All the sacrifices...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you mom!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;


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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(P/S:By the way...Sorry for the death of Hammy, Alwin!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-1247226804580064453?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1247226804580064453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=1247226804580064453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/1247226804580064453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/1247226804580064453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-you-mom.html' title='I love you mom...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/RfQb0uwOjqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/a5a8fgVtj3A/s72-c/DSCN0773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-3592718954502209264</id><published>2007-03-10T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:27:15.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay...I've had it with my stomach...I've been having a really loose bowel since yesterday...I've got a feeling its the fried macaroni I had for lunch...Arrghhh...That'll teach me to eat friend macaroni in the COE food court... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was so bad until I couldn't even leave the house...I was supposed to go to Port Dickson today...To check out my church camp venue...But I couldn't even leave the house...Sob sob...But anyway I did put the time to good use...And praise God that I managed to get the sections that I wanted for next semester... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyway...I'll see you people next time...Wanna go watch A Haunting on Discovery...Oh...You guys should check the show out...It's about houses getting haunted by evil spirits and somehow or other someone always managed to help them outta it...It's on every Saturday at 10 pm...Enjoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-3592718954502209264?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3592718954502209264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=3592718954502209264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/3592718954502209264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/3592718954502209264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-had-it.html' title='I had it!!!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-6167496800083061696</id><published>2007-03-08T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:28:55.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stand in awe of You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Romans 8:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I can testify that this is true...Indeed God is great...Let me tell you why...Today my dear friend Eugene came up to me and tell me that he consulted the church leaders about me staying with all guys and his church leader advise against it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Of course they would...And at first when he was trying to explain to me I just couldn't accept it...I was already in a dilemma about where was I going to stay and who am I going to stay with...And I was worried and frustrated about this whole issue of moving out of campus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Okay, lets digress a little...The reason why I wanted to move out to stay is because they are gonna increase the price of the apartments! A lot...So yeah...Staying out will be cheaper than staying in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So anyway...Lets get back to the story...I was really upset and then...I just talked to another friend, Alwin who is a youth leader in his church...And he said that he would advise his youths against staying with people of the opposite gender as well...And somehow, God just used him to make me understand the situation...And I was able to accept what he said to me (surprise surprise!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;And while talking to him, I was just touched by God and I cried...I did...I admit it...Nothing to be ashamed about...Hehehe....And then I began to realise that God has plans for all of us...Each and everyone...And no matter how hard we try to go against Him, we just can't...We would just be going around in circles and eventually He'll lead us back to where He intended for us to go...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I believe God was just closing all doors that He doesn't want me to enter and opening the door that He wants me to enter...And I think I might just have an inkling where this opened door leads to...I think it might just be the house that I didn't want to stay originally...Hmmm...I shall pray about it tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-6167496800083061696?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6167496800083061696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=6167496800083061696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6167496800083061696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6167496800083061696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-stand-in-awe-of-you.html' title='I stand in awe of You...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-7844640367473993091</id><published>2007-03-06T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:37:14.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;At the basketball court that is...Wow...I just had my first game of basketball after like what? Few months...Okay okay...It's not that long...But it is long for me...I'm just one of those that can't keep away from the basketball court for long...Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It all began as soon as I meet Alwin and Gan at the bottom of the stairs...Alwin went like "Jom! Basketball!"...And I was like"On!!!"...Hahaha...So enthusiastic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And then...When I finall got to play, I managed to score a few points...But I could only play two games coz after that my leg was giving out warning signals already...Pain! Hehe...Oh well...It's a good start...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;So yeah...That's the highlight of my day...Oh, by the way...I'm kinda starving here...My housemates went grocery shopping and bungkus dinner but they didn't bungkus for me...Sob sob...But I guess it's partly my fault for running off to goodness knows where and not telling them...Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Toodles...I'm gonna shower and dig for some food to eat...Oh, yeah...I'm stinking here too...I haven't showered yet...It's time...&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/8660365731108498480-7844640367473993091?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7844640367473993091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=7844640367473993091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/7844640367473993091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/7844640367473993091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-8307590558161235780</id><published>2007-03-05T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:46:00.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Phillipians 4:13&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"I can do everything through Him who gives me strength."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At this moment, this scripture is all I can think about...It's gonna be a real busy week for me...But for the Lord, I probably would not have the strength to endure the whole week...Let's see, I'm gonna have a test on Thursday and Friday...And my lecturer is giving a pop quiz somewhere this week...Goodness knows when...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh well...I'll just have to be prepared for it...Oh, for those who don't know...I'm an engineering student in Uniten...Currently in my second year second semester...About a month or so ago, I almost gave up on engineering...Bleh...It's really getting harder and harder as every semester goes by...But yeah, I prayed about it and surprise surprise! The next day I totally lost the spirit of giving up...God is good!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh...The youths in my church (People's Park Baptist Church) will be having a play during Easter...For those who are curious about the play or who just wanna come and nose around...Do ask me for the details ok?Just give a shout at my shoutbox and I will reply you...Better still, leave your contact for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since my finals are in like three weeks, I guess I won't be blogging much...So if you hear from me...That's good...If you don't, well...I'll see you when I see you!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-8307590558161235780?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8307590558161235780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=8307590558161235780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/8307590558161235780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/8307590558161235780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/03/busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-1301280274453046587</id><published>2007-03-01T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:48:47.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries,worries...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To those who has been constantly reading my blog...I'm sorry...Didn't have time to blog plus I've got nothing much to blog anyway...But here's the update... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Referring to my previous post...Two of the baby guineas died a few days after they went back home...I guess this just adds to the list of dead guinea pigs...*sob* *sob*... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah...And like I mentioned before...I was gonna move out...But now I have a situation in hand...There is four rooms in the house...Three upstairs and one downstairs...My fellow housemates want to convert the room downstairs into a prayer room...That's fine...But when we walked upstairs they said that four of us will be sharing the master bedroom...And one of the other rooms was to be a room where we put all our closets...And the remaining room? Goodness knows...Personally, I find that four people in the master bedroom is way too crowded...And there's no privacy!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I lobbied for a single room but I guess I'm just not gonna get it...Sigh...But I'm really feeling unhappy about the arrangement...So I'm gonna talk to my shepherd tomorrow and see how things goes...But if things don't go well...Hmmm...I'm just not gonna move in there with them...Plus my mom disagree with the arrangement as well...I talked to her today (Okay, you might just be thinking what has my mom gotta do with it right? Afterall I can be considered an adult already...But my parents are paying the rent for me afterall...So they do have a say)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the sudden urge that I got to blog was not really to talk about all that...It was to talk about how good God is to me...With all the issues that I'm going through, God just never left me...I am really, really troubled by the sleeping arrangement and stuff...So I just continued praying...And praying...And praying...Coz God told me to...It can't be a coincidence right? Yesterday, before doing my quiet time, I prayed and asked the Lord to speak to me...And guess what? He asked me to keep on praying...So I did...And today... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow...My daily bread covers the topic of worry...This was the verse that I read... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Phillipians 4:4-7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness
be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but
in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your
requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding,
will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And all I have to say to that is an "Amen!"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-1301280274453046587?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1301280274453046587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=1301280274453046587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/1301280274453046587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/1301280274453046587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/03/worriesworries.html' title='Worries,worries...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-7924887893072622809</id><published>2007-02-21T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:55:28.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Guineas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh...Wanted to blog yesterday but it was a really hectic day...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My day began with my maid waking me up to tell me that Yim Ling's guinea pig gave birth and all three of the babies died...Then we had to wake up and go and clean the cage coz the guinea pig gave birth in the bowls of food...It was kinda disgusting...With the dead babies and their placenta and all...But yeah...Yim Ling cleaned the cage and we decided to bathe the other guinea pigs...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So took the guinea pigs up to my toilet and bathe them with hot water...We had to bathe them one by one as we have to dry them with the hair dryer as well or else they will freeze to death...Even when I was blow drying them they were already shivering...Hmmm...Poor things...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After cleaning them, we both went back to sleep...Zzzzz...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then we were woken up to eat lunch...And I talked to my aunt and my cousins who are now living in US...I was talking to her on Skype and I asked her to show me around her house...And she did!!! She carried her laptop and the webcam and showed me her whole house while my younger cousin (she's seven by the way) was jumping around all the time...She was so excited...Haha...I think this is all thanks to the Lays potato chips she was eating when I started to talk to her sister...Hehe...My aunt says that the Lays chips there are really cheap...Hence the binge on junk food...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's not the end of my day...I actually drove down to Seremban and visited a friend there together with Yim Ling...Wow...It's kind of like a big achievement to me coz it's my first time driving "outstation"...Hehe...Ok...Fine...It's kinda near...It's like just double the distance of my uni from my house...But it was a good experience coz it started raining heavily at one point and that really tested my driving skills...Or whatever lack of it that is...Plus with all the rain and everything there was this jam coz of the heavy rain...So I had to really be careful of my driving...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the rain did stop when we reached there...And our first destination in Seremban was...Tadaa...McDonald's...Haha...Fancy driving all the way to Seremban to eat McDonald's...And we sat there for like two hours before actually going to Kui Woon's place (that was the friend that we were visiting)...At Kui Woon's house we just sat around and ate dragonfruit and watched an old episode of Fear Factor...And Kui Woon noticed that the Asian Fear Factor host is actually taking part in it...Wow...That guy has got sharp eyes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After satisfying ourselves with watching Fear Factor, we decided to head back home as it was getting late...Well that's all of the highlights of my day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't wanna blog anymore coz I'm sad...So sad...The poor guinea pigs died...R.I.P guineas...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-7924887893072622809?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7924887893072622809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=7924887893072622809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/7924887893072622809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/7924887893072622809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/02/rip-guineas.html' title='R.I.P Guineas...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-2833029336946921846</id><published>2007-02-19T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:01:16.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm moving out!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok people...First of all, I wanna wish you all a very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy &amp;amp; Prosperous Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;...Welcome to the Year of the Boar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah...And I'll be moving out from campus next semester already...You know...Apparently I didn't just suddenly feel like moving out...I mean actually I did feel that way...As though the feeling just came out of the blue...But later I found out that it's probably the prompting of the Holy Spirit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Let me tell you my story...I was on the way for my cell group meeting last Wednesday and I just mentioned about me wanting to move out to this sister...And she went like,"We prayed for you to come and stay with us in the house"...Coz they still needed some more housemates... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So I prayed to the Lord that night saying that if my mom doesn't object to me staying out the first time I ask her then this will be my confirmation for staying out...And surprise, surprise...When I asked her she didn't object to it...In fact, she was alright with me moving out since I told her that it's cheaper to stay out and that I'm staying near Mark and Raphael...Teehee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;So there...That's the story of me moving out...It's gonna be fun...Although I'll be moving out only in July, I just can't wait...&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/8660365731108498480-2833029336946921846?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2833029336946921846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=2833029336946921846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2833029336946921846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2833029336946921846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-moving-out.html' title='I&apos;m moving out!!!'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-4124069916592586581</id><published>2007-02-16T03:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:01:50.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Relief...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like what the title indicates...I'm relieved...I've finally finished all my assignments that I need to hand in tomorrow...After slaving through it for hours and hours... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; 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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah...Today Jeremy passed us the photos that we took during our Christmas play last December...It was really nice reminescing about the good old days...I really loved it then...All the casts grew so close to each other as we spend the whole day together for like five days a week for about a week and a half...So yeah...We're all really close... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh...For those who don't know...The UNITEN Christian Fellowship organises a Christmas play every year and it's a really huge event...Last year's play had a turnout of about 1500 people...Can you imagine that?I acted in front of all those people...Wow...Hahaha...And it's my first time acting too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-4124069916592586581?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4124069916592586581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=4124069916592586581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/4124069916592586581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/4124069916592586581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-relief.html' title='What a Relief...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xbtyOh_M2W4/RdS1jxQdECI/AAAAAAAAAAc/G8RJT-WP3aA/s72-c/group5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-2951045344686392151</id><published>2007-02-13T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:02:07.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>1 Corinthians 13:4-8 &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-2951045344686392151?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2951045344686392151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=2951045344686392151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2951045344686392151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2951045344686392151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/02/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-6935438232280284561</id><published>2007-02-13T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:03:05.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet &amp; Valentine's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm now sitting in the KMC writing my blog... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Besides the fact that I now have a three hour break in between classes, I've no internet in my apartment...Apparently there was some problem with the internet connection since last Friday...So I decided to walk all the way to KMC and complain about the connection (plus I wanna blog too)...At first we thought our port was blocked coz we we're using a switch...We heard rumours that we weren't allowed to use a switch...But it's all not true...*sigh*...The guy at the counter told me that we are allowed to use a switch...Only people staying in Amanah can't use them (oh...in case you don't know, Amanah's one of the apartments for guys)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Speaking about Valentine's Day, I read the newspaper today and I realised that many people are just exploiting it...The papers even gave warning not to simply open emails entitled "Together You and I" and "'Till the End of TIme Heart of Mine"...They might contain the Nurech.A virus...Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Flipping further behind I found this interesting article...The title of the article is "Busy Week for St. Raphael"...Hmmm...The Roman Catholic church is asking the people to pray to St. Raphael, a little known patron saint of "happy meetings" and Catholic singles...According to the article, the number of Catholic weddings fell from 15,552 in 1996 to 10,953 in 2005...Wow, that's quite a lot! And women greatly outnumber the men in church...Hehehe...They even gave out a website in the article...That's where I read about St. Raphael...I'm not gonna cut and paste everything I read on the website here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But you can go check it &lt;a href="http://www.life4seekers.co.uk/lifestylevalues/Biography1.htm"&gt;out &lt;/a&gt;at the website...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-6935438232280284561?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6935438232280284561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=6935438232280284561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6935438232280284561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6935438232280284561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/02/internet-valentines-day.html' title='Internet &amp; Valentine&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-2599923788918343756</id><published>2007-02-11T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:07:44.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok...The previous post was all about last night...This one's gonna be all about today... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where should I start?Oh, yeah...I'm going to have 3 months break after this semester ends...As you see...I'm the type of person who just can't sit still at home everyday...For &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;3 months &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;at that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;SO...I've decided to go on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;mission trip&lt;/span&gt;!!!Yay!!!And praise God...Coz when I asked Yew Kong, he said that FES (where he works) will be having a mission trip to East Malaysia in June...Which means that I can work from April till the end of May and pay for the trip by myself!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So yeah...This just shows how God provides for us...Praise God again for that!He is truly wonderful...This God I serve...&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/8660365731108498480-2599923788918343756?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2599923788918343756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=2599923788918343756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2599923788918343756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/2599923788918343756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/02/mission-trip.html' title='Mission Trip...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-6163397797646466492</id><published>2007-02-11T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:08:59.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry...</title><content type='html'>Ok...I had a fun time last night at Laundry Bar...

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dunno why I was there?Well...I was celebrating one of my bestfriend's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;21st birthday&lt;/span&gt; last night (although technically her birthday's not until tommorow)...
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then again, she figured that most of us could only make it during the weekends (which is true for me)...And yeah we had fun last night... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me describe to you what some of my other &lt;strong&gt;MAD&lt;/strong&gt; friends made her do...They brought a banana and went to buy some flavoured condoms (it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; by the way)...Hmm...Can you guess what happens next??
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Still no clue? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, fine, I'll spill...Then they made her put...&lt;strong&gt;WAIT&lt;/strong&gt;...I mean...Made &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; make her put the condom on the banana...&lt;strong&gt;IN&lt;/strong&gt; Laundry still...And lick the banana while we were all taking photographs of her doing that...
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But that happened after like 2 glasses of cocktail...We started off the evening with a glass of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sex on the Beach&lt;/span&gt;...Great name huh?
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And after dinner we insisted that she gets a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Flaming Lamborghini&lt;/span&gt;...It was a bit "potongz" though...Coz the flame went off when she was halfway through the drink...
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yeah...From all the drinking, we managed to get our friend to puke that night...Haha...I guess it's mission accomplished for us!!!Will post the photos later...
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah...And I met a lot of my ex-colleagues there too...Which was cool...I really miss them...For those of you who don't know...I used to work in Italiannies...
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All in all...It was a really busy night for me...Running here and there...But yeah...I had fun... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-6163397797646466492?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6163397797646466492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=6163397797646466492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6163397797646466492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/6163397797646466492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok.html' title='Laundry...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660365731108498480.post-4278129429665958895</id><published>2007-02-09T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:09:06.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Testing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok...I've finally got a blog up and running...I hope...Right now I'm just sitting here in the middle of the night doing nothing and feeling sleepy...I better go...*yawn*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660365731108498480-4278129429665958895?l=theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4278129429665958895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660365731108498480&amp;postID=4278129429665958895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/4278129429665958895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660365731108498480/posts/default/4278129429665958895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanonymityofitall.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-testing.html' title='Just Testing...'/><author><name>LyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
