<?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-13946243</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:19:24.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChoCO-HoLiC</title><subtitle type='html'>"My momma always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get"-Forrest Gump</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5119151283391194016</id><published>2012-01-06T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:22:20.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st of 2012.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my first blog of 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5119151283391194016?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5119151283391194016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2012/01/1st-of-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5119151283391194016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5119151283391194016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2012/01/1st-of-2012.html' title='1st of 2012.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-4847479727069090585</id><published>2011-10-12T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T10:08:58.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest if you want to live life to the fullest.</title><content type='html'>It's always the belief that more is achieved by doing more with less rest. But ironically, without sufficient rest, less is done.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I wake up feeling lousy because I haven't had enough rest the night before. I stayed up late, thinking I can do more. But the lack of rest also has its side effects, I become less productive, less alert, less sharp in my mind and less efficient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I got a knock on my heart from God on rest. Not only I do less with less rest, I actually cannot live life to the fullest and enjoy my walk with Christ! Restlessness is one of the reasons why we don't recognize God when He is near, when He is speaking to us, and what He is doing in the unseen realm. For me, restlessness robbed me of how I don't hear God's whispers of love to me through the beauty of what's around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that this morning. Rest is so important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-4847479727069090585?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/4847479727069090585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/10/rest-if-you-want-to-live-life-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4847479727069090585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4847479727069090585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/10/rest-if-you-want-to-live-life-to.html' title='Rest if you want to live life to the fullest.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-4792317318748954035</id><published>2011-08-19T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:52:23.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good in Bad</title><content type='html'>Just watched Soul Surfer. I was deeply inspired and encouraged by the story of Bethany Hamilton. But I was even more inspired by her boldness to tell the world about Jesus in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her story speaks to many, if not all, of us. Things happen in life to make us question how can it be God's plan for us. We will always have the power to choose to believe either only good will come out of the bad situation, or to choose to believe that we are victims and let the situation conquer us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:4 says 'Little children, you are from God and have overcome them, for he who is in you is greater than he who is in the world'. So definitely, we are not meant to be carrying a victim mindset when bad situations hit us but to believe that only good will come out of it. We can become stronger, wiser and more mature, if and only if, we choose to respond to bad situations well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad situations are not all bad. Good can be found in them. And good can come out of it. Bethany Hamilton's life is evidence. I want my life to be that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-4792317318748954035?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/4792317318748954035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-in-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4792317318748954035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4792317318748954035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-in-bad.html' title='Good in Bad'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-1655242122475979207</id><published>2011-08-11T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T02:00:09.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing For Conference.</title><content type='html'>I have the privilege to be part of a team organizing the &lt;a href="http://www.kingdomwomenconference.com/"&gt;Kingdom Women Conference 2011&lt;/a&gt; at Sunway Convention Center this coming September. So far it's been great experience working alongside others who stand united in one spirit with one God-inspired cause (battling the injustice of human trafficking) in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been entrusted with putting up a dance for the opening item. I have to say, although it didn't seem easy to look for people at 1st, God made it possible and provided the right people! This amazing team managed to learn the 4 minutes dance in just 4 short practices and it is looking good! But the best part about being part of the dance team is that they are all a blessing in my life in different ways. Our practices are always filled with laughter and positive encouragement shot at one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, behind all the physical preparation, we are also fasting and praying into the Conference, watering onto the seeds God has planted and setting the stage for what God is going to do on 9th and 10th September this year. Testimony after testimony has been told of God's provision, encouragement and confirmation on it being a God-Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for the Conference. And if you are a woman, I encourage you to sign up if you haven't already. I am not promoting it simply because I am part of the organizing team, but I totally believe that when women stand united, believing that we are all called for such a time as this and for this very occasion, this very time when human trafficking is affecting the society and growing, awesome things WILL happen. Also, I believe that women will greatly be blessed, appreciated, and be set free from things that stop them from becoming the awesome woman that Christ has intended her to be. All we have are things given to us by our Creator and we ought to be good stewards of them. One of the ways to be a god steward is to invest those things, like time and money, into something that can help us grow in Christ and will impact our world. This Conference is one good place to invest in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are raising funds to rescue human trafficking victims. It takes RM200 to rescue one. We also believing for a God-solution to the issue of human trafficking. Nothing is too big nor too difficult for our Might God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be some Conference. Don't miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-1655242122475979207?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/1655242122475979207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/08/preparing-for-conference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/1655242122475979207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/1655242122475979207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/08/preparing-for-conference.html' title='Preparing For Conference.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-8022991812250009691</id><published>2011-08-09T08:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T08:18:34.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world needs Jesus</title><content type='html'>On Saturday morning few days ago, I followed my dad to visit 1 of the students from his school who had just returned from 1st chemo therapy treatment. She suffers from leukemia, and she is only 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been no history of cancer or leukemia in her family. Her parents expressed their confusion over how it started in this little girl's life. Her dad told us about the boy who's 13 years old who was in the same ward with her during treatment. He suffers from cancer and similarly there had been no history of cancer in his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there listening to all the conversation going on, I kept looking at the little girl who's skin and bones only, and I shot glances over to the idol in their home, and prayed in tongues the whole moment. I had to fight back my tears. It is heart-breaking to know that children are suffering from sicknesses and that they have become victims of the curse from the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents are confused about how such illness is birthed in their children's lives. They do not know the sin that they are in, and they have no clue whatsoever about the solution and answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am devastated, but, I am also furious at the devil. The world needs Jesus, for he is the only one who can restore the broken connection between the children and God, and wipe out that sin, and the curse that so many are suffering from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, please pray for children such as this little girl. I will definitely pray for her and believe for a miracle healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-8022991812250009691?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/8022991812250009691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/08/world-needs-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8022991812250009691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8022991812250009691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/08/world-needs-jesus.html' title='The world needs Jesus'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-7010186462797485595</id><published>2011-06-11T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T02:46:28.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 20.12.2010</title><content type='html'>Thinking back about what it was like the day I gave my life to Christ. It felt like I am found, and no longer lost in life. But as life continues and things happen, the certainly of found-ness seemed to have dissipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it suppose to be so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dug deep and pressed on to God for understanding of the situation. Well, I am glad there was an answer. Although I accepted Christ then, there were many mindsets I held on to and perceptions about life and God which are not in line with God's truths and His will. From day 1 onwards, things happen as tests to shake my life's false foundations and bring me back to the foundational love of Christ. God shapes me through each and every trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials come to show me whether or not my perceptions about God are right, or perverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seeming dissipation of found-ness indicates that my perceptions about God got some fine-tuning to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-7010186462797485595?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/7010186462797485595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/06/journal-20122010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7010186462797485595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7010186462797485595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/06/journal-20122010.html' title='Journal 20.12.2010'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-8764779388312882963</id><published>2011-06-11T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T02:36:14.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 6.11.2010</title><content type='html'>Mark 14:3-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this story, the woman broke a costly alabaster jar of nard in Jesus' presence and anointed him with it. Jesus commented, saying what she did was beautiful, and that they do not always have him with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with my Creator is precious. Tasks, work and chores will always be there, like the poor will always be among us. My time spent with God, on the other hand, is something that I must purposely make time for and maintain. I was asking God to help me deal with insecurity. Through the story in Mark 14, God asked that I break it in his presence. I have held on to it as though it's valuable, being in an issue for so long it became my comfort zone, not wanting to go through the pain for growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now time to break it and let Jesus transform it into a blessing for His glory. When it is broken in Christ, it turns into an anointing in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-8764779388312882963?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/8764779388312882963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/06/journal-6112010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8764779388312882963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8764779388312882963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/06/journal-6112010.html' title='Journal 6.11.2010'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-1774050363778429326</id><published>2011-05-23T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:31:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 30.10.2010</title><content type='html'>Insecurity Made Me a Desperado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%205&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;John 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still struggling with insecurity. Today, I thank God for this struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read this chapter, I realised that the Bible recorded encounters with Jesus of the demon-possessed man, the ruler whose daughter died and the woman with blood discharge problem. They cried out to Jesus for a touch from him without shame and desperately. Healing came to these desperadoes who dared to admit their need for Christ. The Bible has no records of miracles for those who say "I am OK" or "I'm fine, no thanks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insecurity i struggle with made me a desperado for Jesus. It made me long for Him in a way that 'perfect' people won't. It made me throw all I have down to run after Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to be going through this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-1774050363778429326?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/1774050363778429326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-30102010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/1774050363778429326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/1774050363778429326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-30102010.html' title='Journal 30.10.2010'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-3607869846424448513</id><published>2011-05-23T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:22:52.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 21.9.2010</title><content type='html'>Love Builds Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 8:1-3&lt;br /&gt;...knowledge puffs up, but love builds up. If anyone imagines that he knows something, he does not yet know as he ought to know. But if anyone loves God, he is known by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I know more about Christ than some people in my life. But the Lord convicted me and revealed to me how much I still do not know. I have to confess that so many times in my life I have allowed knowledge to puff me up, leading me into arguments on opinions about religion with people in my life. Instead, I should let the knowledge I gained teach me and guide me to love others, not puff me up or give me status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing more does not entitle me to behave in a way that will cause others to stumble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-3607869846424448513?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/3607869846424448513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-2192010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3607869846424448513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3607869846424448513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-2192010.html' title='Journal 21.9.2010'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2017131558933955659</id><published>2011-05-23T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:17:41.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 13.9.2010</title><content type='html'>I love falling in love. It is a sudden rush of liveliness. It is getting overwhelmed with an invisible force that makes me see my whole in a totally different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be nice if I can fall in love EVERYDAY! Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But falling in love is merely a feeling. Momentary. Loving, on the other hand, is a whole different game. It is done consciously, triggered with a choice. It is eternal and has long-lasting effect, whereas falling in love is here this moment and gone the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, loving is better. But if I can, I want to fall in love everyday, with Jesus, and with the people in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2017131558933955659?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2017131558933955659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-1392010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2017131558933955659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2017131558933955659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-1392010.html' title='Journal 13.9.2010'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-8106287386674921432</id><published>2011-05-23T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:12:25.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 4.8.2010</title><content type='html'>The Right Position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 6: 10-11&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, &lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;“Have the people sit down.”&lt;/span&gt; There was plenty of grass in that place, and they sat down (about five thousand men were there). Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who  were seated as much as they wanted. He did the same with the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said to the disciples 'Have the people sit down...' before he took the loaves, thank God for it, and then distributed it to those who were seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this season of waiting for direction and an answer from God on where I should go with my job, the question thrown back to me by God was "Are you positioned to receive the answer?". God let us 'wait' for answers because He wants to make sure that we are in the right spiritual position before receiving it. It is important. If I am not positioned to receive, I won't get what I need, and will not be ready to take up the calling He has for me wholeheartedly. And I definitely wouldn't be able to handle the answer well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to receive the 'bread and fish' that I need, I must 1st position myself in a place of readiness, willingness, humility, obedience and in His presence (abiding).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-8106287386674921432?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/8106287386674921432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-482010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8106287386674921432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8106287386674921432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-482010.html' title='Journal 4.8.2010'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-8016490322874937472</id><published>2011-05-23T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:05:28.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 16.7.2010</title><content type='html'>Strengthened by Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 13:9&lt;br /&gt;Do not be led away by diverse ad strange teachings, for it is good for the heart to be strengthened by grace, not by foods, which have not benefited those devoted to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer of the Hebrews was emphasizing to the people to not buy what others advocate especially about getting life right by relying on works, material and other things besides the grace of God. Many people sought deliverance and redemption by sacrificing food to idols and thought that these foods will strengthen them and bring them peace. It is grace alone and not other things that gives us the strength we need to go through life on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food may strengthen my body, rest may add to it. But they don't strengthen my heart nor feed my soul. It is grace that has given me the strength needed to overcome and be in peace. In my struggles with insecurity, anxiety, sin, loneliness, fears, financial difficulties, it wasn't food or self-help books or Oprah that strengthen me to overcome. It was the grace of God revealed in the truths of God and His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's grace works like an energy booster, a supernatural force that propels me beyond what I could be achieved in my own strength or in my reliance on food or other things. God's love and grace is like that fluid you add to your car fuel that supposedly makes your car run faster/more powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I struggle, knowing that God loves me, never leaves me, and other truths if God - grace - gives me the strength I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-8016490322874937472?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/8016490322874937472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-1672010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8016490322874937472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8016490322874937472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-1672010.html' title='Journal 16.7.2010'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-3343389534230439913</id><published>2011-05-23T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T10:56:17.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 9.7.2010</title><content type='html'>Faith &amp;amp; Patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 6:11 - 12&lt;br /&gt;And we desire each one of you to show the same earnestness to have the full assurance of hope until the end, so that you may not be sluggish, but imitators of those who through faith and patience inherit the promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God who promised is faithful. He promised manking a saviour and gave His only Son Jesus. He promised Israelites freedom and delivered them from Egypt and slavery and led them to the promised land. When God promised something, He will keep it. His promises are a sure and steadfast anchor for our souls. I should not be anxious about anything but be anchored with His love and truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God promised the salvation of my loved ones and family. In the process of waiting for Him to come through, it is my faith and patience that He is seeking to develop. After all, He is more interested in my character than what I attain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inheritance of God's promises is certain. The variant is my faith and patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-3343389534230439913?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/3343389534230439913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-972010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3343389534230439913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3343389534230439913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-972010.html' title='Journal 9.7.2010'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-6239862933007213133</id><published>2011-05-23T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T10:46:12.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 29.6.2010</title><content type='html'>Great is God's Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 86&lt;br /&gt;v. 5 - You are forgiving and good, O Lord, abounding in love to all who call to You.&lt;br /&gt;v. 7 - In the day of my trouble I will call to you, for you will answer me.&lt;br /&gt;v. 13 - For great is your steadfast love toward me; you have delivered me from the depths of the grave.&lt;br /&gt;v. 17 - ...for you, O Lord, have helped me and comforted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life can be a struggle. Nevertheless, God has always been faithful to me. Even when I hardened my heart, He never stopped loving me and being there for me. Focusing on my loved ones and family's not-yet-salvation causes me to be anxious. And in struggling with this anxiety, I have sinned by letting it rule me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully, God's love is great enough to help me sail through this storm. Whatever the struggle, His love is great enough to help me through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-6239862933007213133?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/6239862933007213133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-2962010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/6239862933007213133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/6239862933007213133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/05/journal-2962010.html' title='Journal 29.6.2010'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5948685350521706624</id><published>2011-03-24T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:42:52.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxymoron You and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Think about this: So many of us think or thought that we are ordinary. But, we also acknowledge the fact that each one of us is uniquely created and hence our different thumb-prints. So...we are not really ordinary but extraordinary, are we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that in God's eyes we are all extraordinary since an extraordinary God created us. Even if some of us think that we are ordinary, God can use us ordinary people to do extraordinary things... take Mother Theresa for example. So which is correct? She was created extraordinary? Or was it ordinary her who did extraordinary things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are oxymoron-ic creatures. Yes we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5948685350521706624?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5948685350521706624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/03/oxymoron-you-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5948685350521706624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5948685350521706624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/03/oxymoron-you-and-me.html' title='Oxymoron You and Me'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-3073592240861503623</id><published>2011-02-04T15:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T01:24:52.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>One thing I love about living in Malaysia and being a Malaysian is when one race celebrates their festival, all races within the nation celebrate it together. This was my experience back in Kuala Kangsar yesterday on the 1st day of the Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very-Chinese family attended a Malay kenduri on the 1st day of 'bunny year'. The canopy occupied the road in front of a stretch of over 10 houses! Streets were blocked to make space for cars to park. It was crowded and yet the warmth of the people being there to celebrate someone's son or daughter's marriage was deeply felt. It's like everyone knew everyone. (Honesly, I still have no idea whose wedding it was :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571361225240523826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TVFzhBnYtDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/K8VfeTyOhmA/s200/DSCN9531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the ice-cream pakcik gave free ice-cream to guests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571361235041710450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TVFzhmIK8XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/AS_9ifu8nes/s200/DSCN9532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deejay-who-works-from-home (literally) was hired, probably a relative to the host?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571369436808653746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TVF6_AFyq7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/SonAp38cwBU/s200/DSCN9540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole kompang gang was there to perform some traditional Malay music too! (check out the gong-man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571369434817059714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TVF6-4q9W4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/TO-0815t0Cs/s200/DSCN9539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bumped into many people that he knew at the kenduri, some are government servants as he is, some are long-time neighbours from his childhood! (Btw, my dad is more than half a century old) But the one that really stuck with me was the 'hair cut pakcik'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571370138546676498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TVF7n2RLIxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/64SgrIxgt4c/s200/DSCN9537.JPG" /&gt;This pakcik was my dad's neighbour when he was a kid. He testified that my dad used to always fight with my aunt while they were playing outside the house. His exact word were 'selalu gaduh dengan ah moi!' Even after my dad has moved, he visitted the pakcik regularly by bringing my brothers to his hair salon or himself for a hair cut! Yes, this pakcik has been and is still cutting hair (already 46 years and still going!) The last time I checked, his hair salon is still wooden, and open :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love kampung-style holidays and festivals. No matter the race and background, we all celebrate it together like one big family. It will definitely be something I will remember about my hometown, and something about Malaysia that I hope will never change :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-3073592240861503623?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/3073592240861503623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/02/malaysian-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3073592240861503623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3073592240861503623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/02/malaysian-chinese-new-year.html' title='Malaysian Chinese New Year'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TVFzhBnYtDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/K8VfeTyOhmA/s72-c/DSCN9531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5971898528405649971</id><published>2011-01-26T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:53:21.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 12.4.2010</title><content type='html'>2 Corinthians 12:9&lt;div&gt;Paul wrote to the Corinthians about being humble before God and not to boast of oneself but to be less self-glorifying so that God will be more in their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more I boast about how well I did and how capable I am, the lesser God gets the glory and credit which He deserves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began many things with a sincere desire to glorify God but ended up taking all the credit myself. I hide my weaknesses so that I can appear great. Yes, a hypocrite I am. The truth is I have weaknesses that I am ashamed of letting the world know. As much as the world tells me to hide it, the Bible teaches me otherwise so that there may be an opportunity for God to be exalted. My weaknesses should not be my shame but the stepping stones for great God-stories and doors leading me to God's mighty things. Every weakness is an opportunity for God to shine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5971898528405649971?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5971898528405649971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-1242010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5971898528405649971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5971898528405649971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-1242010.html' title='Journal 12.4.2010'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-8928776811984466649</id><published>2011-01-19T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:43:52.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Not</title><content type='html'>I wanted to express how hard it was to love an imperfect dear one and that I was hurt by what this dear one had said to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before I said anything, I was reminded of how I too am imperfect. I ought to look at the log in my eye before I point out the speck on the other person's eye. Judge not for Jesus didn't judge me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving without regard to the hurt is difficult. Guess that it why we need Jesus to teach us how to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-8928776811984466649?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/8928776811984466649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/01/judge-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8928776811984466649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8928776811984466649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/01/judge-not.html' title='Judge Not'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-3473859192437177363</id><published>2011-01-06T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:57:11.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 28.3.2010</title><content type='html'>Luke 7:36-50&lt;div&gt;The jar of perfume represented the sinful woman's lost dreams and disappointments in life. It reminded her of never finding/having a husband and incidents where men have abused her. But when Jesus came into town, she took the jar to him, broke it at his feet. She was judged for doing that, but Jesus said that she has loved much and her faith has made her well/saved her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like the woman, I have disappointments bottled up in my life. I am disappointed with God for my uncle's death and the unfulfilled promises and I am disappointed with myself. I am drowning in my disappointments. It feels like I fell into a pit and God isn't lifting me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, I should do what the woman did. Take my bottle of disappointments to Jesus, break it at his feet and have faith, trust that God will come through in His time. I need to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-3473859192437177363?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/3473859192437177363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-2832010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3473859192437177363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3473859192437177363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-2832010.html' title='Journal 28.3.2010'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-880656297609186257</id><published>2011-01-05T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:33:04.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 22.1.2010</title><content type='html'>(an excerpt)&lt;div&gt;Jesus: I am not here to make you love me. I am here simply to love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-880656297609186257?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/880656297609186257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-2212010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/880656297609186257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/880656297609186257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-2212010.html' title='Journal 22.1.2010'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-1462034141490596137</id><published>2011-01-05T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:32:03.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 19.1.2010</title><content type='html'>(an excerpt)&lt;div&gt;Just got back from Sunway Pyramid. Watched 'Old Dogs' with Amanda. It was better than I'd expected!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don (Robin William)'s character spoke into my heart. He gave up work and moved to be near his family, his children. Ultimately he just wants to be with his kids. Whatever the timing, he loves them, and wants to be there for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the heart of my heavenly Father! He just wants to be with me and be there for me no matter what and irregardless of seasons, all because He loves me. Whether it's at a crossroad, in work, in relationship, in business and even in my daily routine, my Creator just wants to be with me in every moment. He had given up everything to be near to me. That's the ultimate example of loving out of choice, not feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am smothered in His love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-1462034141490596137?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/1462034141490596137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-1912010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/1462034141490596137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/1462034141490596137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-1912010.html' title='Journal 19.1.2010'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-9119044268800509237</id><published>2011-01-05T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:15:01.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal 2.2.2010</title><content type='html'>Exodus 33:8-9&lt;div&gt;When Moses enters the tent of meeting to meet with the Lord, the cloud representing the presence of God will descend onto the tent and stay there until Moses leaves the tent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God draws near to those who draw near to Him. He isn't a distant God who wants no involvement in our businesses. He desires to meet with us and is delighted if we take time to meet Him. When I genuinely and intentionally seek God, He will come meet me, like how He would come to meet Moses at the tent. I have used excuses like busyness or exhaustion or "I can do it later" to not intentionally meet God. It's always put aside to later. When I feel dry spiritually, I find myself blaming Him for not speaking but how can I hear Him if I don't even take time and intentionally seek Him, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth is God will surely come meet me if I genuinely seek Him and go into my own "tent" to meet Him. He is definitely someone who loves communicating with me. The lie that I hear about God won't respond is not true! If I intentionally seek Him, He will surely come meet me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-9119044268800509237?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/9119044268800509237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-222010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/9119044268800509237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/9119044268800509237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-222010.html' title='Journal 2.2.2010'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-794389641582729006</id><published>2011-01-05T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:03:27.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sowing What I've Received</title><content type='html'>I re-read my journal as I did reflection on my journey with Jesus in 2010. It's been a testing year, but all trials are for my good. I am glad that God seeks to refine me and bring me back to the foundation of His love in every aspect in my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every word spoken into my life as written in my journal represents a seed planted by God. One of the reasons God did so is so that I will sow the seeds which I received. So I will be sharing some of my journal posts here. I pray that you will be blessed by it. Happy 2011!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-794389641582729006?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/794389641582729006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/01/sowing-what-ive-received.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/794389641582729006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/794389641582729006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2011/01/sowing-what-ive-received.html' title='Sowing What I&apos;ve Received'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2647407574076850490</id><published>2010-12-14T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:42:21.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Praying - is apparently a huge thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALL religions practice it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even people who don't believe in God's existence cry out in prayer when they are in dire need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justin Bieber sang about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what is it to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do it too. Everytime I pray, it's not the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I declare truths that break the power of negative thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I simply tell the recipient of my prayers how my day was, how I feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I just listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prayer is conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray to connect with my Helper, my Creator, my Dad who listens to everything, who answers in His time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without prayer, life would be meaningless, without hope, without a clear direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recently found this picture that touched my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the fact that prayer changes things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It changes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TQbYlJl3K8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/JyHO4ixUbrs/s320/pray%2Bcslewis.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550361723522198466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in need of that connection with my Creator that comes only through prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, yes, praying is really a huge thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2647407574076850490?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2647407574076850490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/12/pray.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2647407574076850490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2647407574076850490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/12/pray.html' title='Pray.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TQbYlJl3K8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/JyHO4ixUbrs/s72-c/pray%2Bcslewis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-510965931024059518</id><published>2010-11-30T09:47:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:38:49.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting a smile on their faces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outreach event at Angsana USJ 1 last Saturday was an awesome success!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By God's grace, we put a smile on over 120 kids' faces and I was personally inspired by the genuine love shown by the volunteers towards the kids and their families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some photos (by &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=249330&amp;amp;id=657330527&amp;amp;fbid=461331470527"&gt;Gaby AT&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=338998&amp;amp;id=669242924&amp;amp;fbid=10150131285412925"&gt;Victor Yu&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;i&gt;Selected from Facebook.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting point - We met at &lt;a href="http://www.kingdomcity.com/kl/ministries/project-fireflies"&gt;Project Fireflies&lt;/a&gt; centre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRfyT2IN9I/AAAAAAAAALg/pqI2pYh1cBA/s200/set%2Bup.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545162359125325778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some kids were so &lt;i&gt;semangat&lt;/i&gt; that they waited at the field since 8.30am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the volunteers had to keep them entertained until registration start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRg7QWOA7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9AsiLDjgAhc/s200/rego1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545163612316631986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even Lionel Messi didn't want to miss the fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRg7zyUSRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/p-2-JrdgixQ/s200/Messi.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545163621829724434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good things come in 2's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRg7ozpGMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pOx4-WwgWOQ/s200/kids.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545163618882492610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Registration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mistymorejoanne.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joanne&lt;/a&gt;, Stephanie and Jochebed doing their stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRg7f9NVkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/SO-sbGQKULA/s200/rego.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545163616506697282" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our MC briefing the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRg8oHMcGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JGZUo-btc9Y/s200/intro.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545163635875934306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The balloon-team getting their gear ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRhNYga9ZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dgGGPS9sq4U/s200/balloons.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545163923744552338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the fun began!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boys were divided into teams for the football competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coach Mahesh: &lt;i&gt;Hari ini strategi kami adalah untuk makan ais krim!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRhOPmB4XI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Wv8nFytP8FM/s200/football5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545163938532024690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coach Kerry: &lt;i&gt;Jangan pandang mak-we sambil main bola tau!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRhNyIoooI/AAAAAAAAANI/4j7WevaP5js/s200/football1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545163930624107138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuiyoh! Girls playing football! Way to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRh_BeRUjI/AAAAAAAAANY/89Maf562XZk/s200/football6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545164776554975794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alamak! Collision on the field!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God we had Dr Stephen on-call :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRfyf0lzwI/AAAAAAAAALo/yY-TccGH73k/s200/football4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545162362340101890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most girls went for gymnastics/dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a few younger boys too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colourful ribbons in action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRfyt2LPGI/AAAAAAAAALw/cuoYMuwnWb0/s200/gym1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545162366104845410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coach SinYee: &lt;i&gt;Luruskan tangan tu, nanti terbelit kang...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coach Tammy: .... (limited Malay :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRi8xKMb3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/nudAxbTBErQ/s200/%2540gym3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545165837327691634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whee! This is so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRprZbN0tI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Lw8VZQ9s6FI/s200/gym2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545173235480253138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guitar workshop was the only programme under a shed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were cranking up under the canopy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some kids were pretty serious on learning to be a rockstar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRi8XDVvzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DikVrGFVzfw/s200/%2540guitar2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545165830319619890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guitar teachers: &lt;i&gt;Tekan sini sini sana sini&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRfzAEYDiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lewA-72KU7I/s200/guitar1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545162370996244002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While all the fun was going on, volunteers served their parents :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By baby-sitting younger children who weren't old enough to join the programmes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nanny &lt;a href="http://boostie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gaby&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Babies love me cos I'm comfy :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRhNM0HPyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/B-wtlW0r0_M/s200/babysit.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545163920605921058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids saw the Media team at work and asked:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Teacher, camera tu untuk TV ke? Yang tu 8tv punya ke?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh: &lt;i&gt;Kami dari Channel 6 KC TV&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids: *scratches head* ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Syazwan, one of the kids from Project Fireflies, showing off his paparazi pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRhNrkydbI/AAAAAAAAANA/6djBuNBwowc/s200/camera.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545163928863143346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After an hour of fun, kids and their families were given their treats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Free ice-cream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courtesy of the &lt;a href="http://thelastpolka.com/"&gt;Last Polka.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRh_1wiA2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/rfEqJkYDLlU/s200/icecream5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545164790590210914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nutella...Horlicks...Malt + PB...Black Sesame...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eeni mini maini mo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRh_pdlZBI/AAAAAAAAANo/S0u6QGUuRKM/s200/icecream1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545164787289515026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids enjoying the ice-cream with their parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRi9ON4R1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/F6mqcvyExIo/s200/%2540icecream3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545165845127776082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing beats having ice-cream sitting on the grass after a hot day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRfzbl2L9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/WO_H0zWrZUQ/s200/icecream4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545162378384388050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRh_dppFQI/AAAAAAAAANg/k2oUfFurGP8/s1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRh_dppFQI/AAAAAAAAANg/k2oUfFurGP8/s1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRh_dppFQI/AAAAAAAAANg/k2oUfFurGP8/s200/group.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545164784118863106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to say that it was a privilege to be part of this successful outreach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well done people! I am already looking forward to see the kids at Angsana for Project Fireflies :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: The Project Fireflies centre is open every Wednesday and Friday for kids from unfortunate /underprivileged families to come for English and Maths tuition, do their homework, learn arts and crafts, play games and just hang out. Drop-by Angsana flats Block H 1st unit on the left corner if you like :D I am sure the kids will be happy to meet you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God bless~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-510965931024059518?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/510965931024059518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/11/putting-smile-on-their-faces.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/510965931024059518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/510965931024059518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/11/putting-smile-on-their-faces.html' title='Putting a smile on their faces.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TPRfyT2IN9I/AAAAAAAAALg/pqI2pYh1cBA/s72-c/set%2Bup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2234718721956591127</id><published>2010-11-22T13:58:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:59:50.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Ice Cream Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOoN37KuuzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-xMsGGoHvbw/s1600/KingdomUni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOoN37KuuzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-xMsGGoHvbw/s200/KingdomUni.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542257545859480370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=123019511051516"&gt;KingdomUni&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.kingdomcity.com/"&gt;Kingdom City Church &lt;/a&gt;PJ believes that God has called the church to rise up and go out to a world that is in need of Christ. In line with its passion for this nation, KingdomUni is having an outreach event on &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;27.11.2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; from &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;9.00am until 12.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; at &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Angsana USJ 1, Subang Jaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOoOTYSpFZI/AAAAAAAAALI/DKJip7r-LTE/s200/Last%2BPolka.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 70px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542258017533760914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;In this outreach event, there will be football competition, dance/gymnastics lesson and guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOoOv46jeQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/DIhDRKoEAMg/s200/icecream.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542258507327437058" /&gt;workshop with prizes and gifts all going on at the open-concrete field behind the Angsana low cost flats. At the end of the event, all kids will get free feel-good ice cream, courtesy of &lt;a href="http://thelastpolka.com/"&gt;the Last Polka&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;This event is a collaboration between KingdumUni and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOoTtzcZjuI/AAAAAAAAALY/RVCl7kCQZeo/s200/Fireflies.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542263969057181410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kingdomcity.com/kl/ministries/project-fireflies"&gt;Project Fireflies&lt;/a&gt; which is a community project started by people who're passionate about making a difference in the lives of less fortunate under-achieving children in USJ 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you would like to get involved either by volunteering on the day of the event, or make a donation to Project Fireflies, please check out this video : &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/16720393"&gt;http://vimeo.com/16720393&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are the links to some of the photos of Project Fireflies :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Children Medical Camp -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=164355&amp;amp;id=662269618"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=164355&amp;amp;id=662269618&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fireflies Graduation - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=247262&amp;amp;id=662269618"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=247262&amp;amp;id=662269618&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Transforming Angsana -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=57820&amp;amp;id=662269618"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=57820&amp;amp;id=662269618&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am looking forward to this event and seeing the smiles on the faces of the children who will come, and also see the joy in their eyes as they head home after the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look out for the photos of the outreach! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2234718721956591127?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2234718721956591127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/11/kids-ice-cream-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2234718721956591127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2234718721956591127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/11/kids-ice-cream-day.html' title='Kids Ice Cream Day!'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOoN37KuuzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-xMsGGoHvbw/s72-c/KingdomUni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-6637594247652858856</id><published>2010-11-16T12:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:58:12.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insignificantly Famous.</title><content type='html'>There's a new movie in my Favourite-List : &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0477080/"&gt;Unstoppable&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched it last Saturday with Teng Yung, and we both liked it a lot. It's intense and every minute gives an on-the-edge feeling. The best part is that it is inspired by true events!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denzel Washington and Chris Pine's characters, Frank Barnes and Will Colson were based on 2 men named &lt;a href="http://www.allbusiness.com/government/government-bodies-offices-regional-local/15284366-1.html"&gt;Jon Hosfeld and Mike Smith&lt;/a&gt; who actually lived the story depicted in the blockbuster movie that happened on 15th May 2001. So many people lived because of their courage in risking their own lives to stop the rain, now known as the 'Crazy Eights'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching the movie, I thought about how awesome that it is inspired by true events. It hit me that those events really happened, and those men really did it! But if it wasn't for the movie, me and so many people wouldn't have known about this significant event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There must have been incidents in our lives where real people risked their lives or made sacrifices to save us or to make a &lt;b&gt;real-significant-meaningful difference&lt;/b&gt;. But they never made the news, and even if it did, it wouldn't have been as famous as '&lt;i&gt;Who's Justin Bieber Dating Now&lt;/i&gt;' or '&lt;i&gt;Lady Gaga's Meat Purse&lt;/i&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know many people in my life like Hosfeld. What they've done may be insignificant on the world's scale of significance in comparison to other news. But to me, they are the real famous people, and they are really insignificantly famous. Eternally significant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know someone like that in your own life? &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If yes, I would love to hear from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-6637594247652858856?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/6637594247652858856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/11/insignificantly-famous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/6637594247652858856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/6637594247652858856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/11/insignificantly-famous.html' title='Insignificantly Famous.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-3780198122877829590</id><published>2010-10-03T10:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T10:40:58.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adui!</title><content type='html'>I haven't had a free Saturday morning for ages! So since it was my first free Saturday morning after so long, I decided to do something unusual - to join Jai and Daenielle for their Saturday morning badminton sessions at Ara Court Badminton Hall, Sg Kayu Ara PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can check it out at this website: &lt;a href="http://facebook.com/pages/Petaling-Jaya-Malaysia/ARA-COURT-BADMINTON-HALL/164682089149"&gt;http://facebook.com/pages/Petaling-Jaya-Malaysia/ARA-COURT-BADMINTON-HALL/164682089149&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523640885320786402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TKfqHqReoeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YtsA-ssHWSc/s320/Ara+Courts+Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a promotion going on for the courts there and it's pretty cheap! If you are a badminton enthusiast, you must check it out. Jai and Daenielle would love to have more people join them for badminton every Saturday and they are both good players! If you are interested, please don't hesitate to join them&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, back to the topic...I haven't play badminton in ages! After 2 hours of badminton yesterday, I woke up this morning and felt like I just went for a battle in the war! My arms and legs are aching until the tips of my hair. It was even painful to sit on my bum! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A slight twist of the body and a little lifting of my arms and legs will be followed by an "Ouch!" or "Argh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.usernomics.com/images/aches.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk funnily today, haha, simply because my aching legs don't allow to walk normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson of this is: Exercise regularly. Haha. I don't think any Perskindol and massage will help now. Lets just hope I recover sooner &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-3780198122877829590?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/3780198122877829590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/10/adui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3780198122877829590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3780198122877829590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/10/adui.html' title='Adui!'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TKfqHqReoeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YtsA-ssHWSc/s72-c/Ara+Courts+Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-8019491506895262971</id><published>2010-09-16T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T13:32:14.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TJGp164anfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BdxqAMBi-nM/s1600/KK+Clock+Tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TJGp164anfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BdxqAMBi-nM/s320/KK+Clock+Tower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517377762309610994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light: an illuminating agent or source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but what a difference it can make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just to let us see in the dark, but also for decoration and dressing up. Like dressing up the Kuala Kangsar clock tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When driving into town at night and if the lights are on, my dad would always say :"Wow, look at the clock tower! It's in a beautiful blue dress today!"  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;  I've seen it in yellow too. It is nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, light can make a huge difference. And I know, Jesus is The Light &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-8019491506895262971?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/8019491506895262971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/09/lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8019491506895262971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8019491506895262971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/09/lights.html' title='Lights...'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TJGp164anfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BdxqAMBi-nM/s72-c/KK+Clock+Tower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5134145018516085477</id><published>2010-09-15T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T11:34:57.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird + Fun.</title><content type='html'>I am prone to having weird but fun moments, Haha, just because I'm weird myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I received a weird SMS from a stranger. I thought he must have sent it to the wrong person. I just deleted the SMS and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, he called! And the conversation went like this (Translated from Mandarin):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SY (Weirdo 1)&lt;/span&gt;:Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo 2&lt;/span&gt;: Sin Yee rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Weirdo 1&lt;/span&gt;: Ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo 2&lt;/span&gt;: Did you see the 'Dada' SMS this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Weirdo 1&lt;/span&gt;: Ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo 2&lt;/span&gt;: Can you please keep the netbook 1st. It's downstairs by the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Weirdo 1&lt;/span&gt;: You mean at home? Downstairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo 2&lt;/span&gt;: Ya, beside the pile of my clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Weirdo 1&lt;/span&gt;: Huh? I didn't see it wor...don't have what netbook also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo 2&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, you wait ah... (background noise of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo 2&lt;/span&gt; talking to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Weirdo 3&lt;/span&gt; "You called the wrong person is it??")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Weirdo 2&lt;/span&gt;: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo 1&lt;/span&gt;: I think you called the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Weirdo 2&lt;/span&gt; hung up phone - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tut Tut Tut Tut&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. What a fun morning.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I don't know who's that person,  I will still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;layan&lt;/span&gt; for the fun of it and see how it ends. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5134145018516085477?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5134145018516085477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/09/weird-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5134145018516085477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5134145018516085477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/09/weird-fun.html' title='Weird + Fun.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2750402233302685696</id><published>2010-08-01T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T10:47:44.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skytrex.</title><content type='html'>Went to Skytrex yesterday with 15 other out-door lunatics from church.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;21 extreme obtacles in the sky, and we passed them all! Yipee! (except for monkey bars which only Tony and Kevin managed to complete)&lt;br /&gt;The best was flying fox, because its the only one which we don't have to use any energy for. Just sit, relax and enjoy the fly. The rest were quite challenging really.&lt;br /&gt;Not recommended for people who are afraid of heights, but definitely a must-visit place :)&lt;br /&gt;You can check it out here: http://www.skytrex-adventure.com/&lt;br /&gt;Now, my WHOLE body is aching! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2750402233302685696?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2750402233302685696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/08/skytrex.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2750402233302685696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2750402233302685696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/08/skytrex.html' title='Skytrex.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2954296958530100017</id><published>2010-07-02T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:48:59.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Step Of Faith.</title><content type='html'>I couldn't leave office in time to avoid the heavy rain yesterday. I waited at the edge of a walk-way either for some kind soul to offer me cover to my car, or for the rain to subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became desperate since I had dinner appointment with Hugan and Yoges at Piccadilly PJ. So, like what every desperate person would do (No, I didn't terrorise a passer-by to give me his umbrella), I prayed to God to make the rain stop, or give me an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed again and again. Didn't seem to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait any longer, so I thought 'Oh what the heck, get wet get wet la...maybe once I step out it will subside'. And, I took my step of faith, started walking in the rain towards my car. And the rain subsided once I started walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it and figured that God was joking with me. But then again, it is true that sometimes, in order to see God move in our lives, we are the ones who need to take the first step of faith. Once we do, everything else will fall into place. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, what the Bible say 'We cannot please God without faith' would be false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2954296958530100017?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2954296958530100017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/07/step-of-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2954296958530100017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2954296958530100017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/07/step-of-faith.html' title='A Step Of Faith.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-651525919615458330</id><published>2010-06-08T10:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:10:17.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Protecting Me.</title><content type='html'>Thank God for protecting me in times of danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I finished work around 11.45pm and haven't had dinner. So I decided to drive to the nearest McD's. The street was very quiet. My car was parked somewhere further from my house because there was no other place for me to park. When I stepped out of my house, another car suddenly turned into the road that I was crossing. It has big, loud exhaust, and sure enough it was making all the noise it can possibly make, disturbing the stillness of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the car whistled as he drove past, and his scary loud laughter faded off as his car drifted off into another corner at the end of the road. Oh man, I just stepped out of my house! My car is still quite a distance away. And I seem to be the only human being around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quickened my steps towards my car, fumbling through my bag full of rubbish for my car keys. And then I heard those loud exhaust again. It was getting nearer and nearer and I was SO scared. I still have to cross another road to get to my car. So I quickened my steps some more. Thank God the guy only reached where I was after I opened my car door. But I heard him shout "Baby, need some ride?!!" And then he drifted off into another street again until his tail-lights were gone, and so was the noise of the exhaust and his evil laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't sit in my car and wait for him to come back. I immediately ignited the engine and sped off to McD's. While I was driving, I could still hear that laughter in my head, creeping the crap out of me. But when I turned to God, I thank Him for protecting me. Who knows what could have happened to me, or if that guy actually reached me before I could cross the road to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really thank God for protecting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-651525919615458330?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/651525919615458330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/06/gods-protecting-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/651525919615458330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/651525919615458330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/06/gods-protecting-me.html' title='God&apos;s Protecting Me.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5151862739701789885</id><published>2010-06-01T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:48:11.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger Juice - RedtroClassic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUqIXAg41I/AAAAAAAAAHI/HuL7-P_TyUE/s1600/DSC02901.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Transforming my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUqIXAg41I/AAAAAAAAAHI/HuL7-P_TyUE/s1600/DSC02901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUqIXAg41I/AAAAAAAAAHI/HuL7-P_TyUE/s200/DSC02901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477830844869567314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yin Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUqJbn4tyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VR9TZz2z90I/s1600/DSC02900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUqJbn4tyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VR9TZz2z90I/s200/DSC02900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477830863288317730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starry Starry Nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUqI6ZxUWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iAH0okPSbKk/s1600/DSC02895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUqI6ZxUWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iAH0okPSbKk/s200/DSC02895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477830854370742626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RedtroClassic - a fusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUqJ0B_UoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KtxFtorWL-c/s1600/DSC02896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUqJ0B_UoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KtxFtorWL-c/s200/DSC02896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477830869840253570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close-up.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUqKHRZ0MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Im2GGwpGL2M/s1600/DSC02893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUqKHRZ0MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Im2GGwpGL2M/s200/DSC02893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477830875005178050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Velvet On Paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5151862739701789885?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5151862739701789885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/06/finger-juice-redtroclassic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5151862739701789885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5151862739701789885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/06/finger-juice-redtroclassic.html' title='Finger Juice - RedtroClassic.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUqIXAg41I/AAAAAAAAAHI/HuL7-P_TyUE/s72-c/DSC02901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-4066948369852886862</id><published>2010-06-01T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:19:55.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger Juice - Cherry Blossoms.</title><content type='html'>First cup of Finger Juice posted here &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd get some feedbacks to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUi6EeoH6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/2b4CGS-BKkA/s1600/DSC02861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUi6EeoH6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/2b4CGS-BKkA/s200/DSC02861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477822902796033954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peek from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUi5owA2PI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rzlczZu3gys/s1600/DSC02860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUi5owA2PI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rzlczZu3gys/s200/DSC02860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477822895352764658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUi5Udib3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/b6U67P_lJxM/s1600/DSC02859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUi5Udib3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/b6U67P_lJxM/s200/DSC02859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477822889906564978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby-centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUi5Chi1AI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Esv3bC6hTuE/s1600/DSC02857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUi5Chi1AI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Esv3bC6hTuE/s200/DSC02857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477822885091529730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUi41grHhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1IM_S2pzXFM/s1600/DSC02854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUi41grHhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1IM_S2pzXFM/s200/DSC02854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477822881598217746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly handmade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-4066948369852886862?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/4066948369852886862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/06/finger-juice-cherry-blossoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4066948369852886862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4066948369852886862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/06/finger-juice-cherry-blossoms.html' title='Finger Juice - Cherry Blossoms.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAUi6EeoH6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/2b4CGS-BKkA/s72-c/DSC02861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-318015071549797784</id><published>2010-06-01T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:59:45.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Butterflies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAPp1fewaVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Mge4oPpReHc/s1600/macro_butterfly_yellow_8286_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAPp1fewaVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Mge4oPpReHc/s200/macro_butterfly_yellow_8286_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477478677005494610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but I see so many yellow butterflies recently. I saw it in my walks, as I was driving, as I look out my window, as I step out of my house door, it seemed to be everywhere I looked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the big deal about yellow butterflies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first meaningful memory I have about yellow butterflies was the Penang Butterfly Park which my parents took me to when I was really small. At home, the picture of little Sin Yee holding a paper cone looking into every bush trying to capture a butterfly is still in the photo album that I browse through twice a year. It was an indication of how much my parents loved me, and they would always take me to nice places so that I can have the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, yellow butterflies didn't really mean much to me until I came to know God. There was a time just after I accepted Christ as I was taking my morning stroll along Gurney beach in Penang, I said a prayer to God and the second I opened my eyes, I saw a yellow butterfly fluttering by. It was small, yet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;brightly beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. It made me smile &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see a yellow butterfly now, it reminds me of how much my earthly parents love me, also how near and how real my Saviour can be and how much He loves me. If He didn't, He wouldn't have let that beautiful yellow butterfly flutter by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So what reminds you of how much you are loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-318015071549797784?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/318015071549797784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/06/yellow-butterflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/318015071549797784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/318015071549797784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/06/yellow-butterflies.html' title='Yellow Butterflies.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TAPp1fewaVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Mge4oPpReHc/s72-c/macro_butterfly_yellow_8286_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-7829711287603638217</id><published>2010-05-25T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:00:34.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not an ordinary Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was one of my craziest Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember when was the last time I woke up at 5am in the morning. But I did last Saturday. The reason? Well, I signed up for RunNat. Over a thousand Christians all over Malaysia has purposed to Run For The Nation on that fateful Saturday morning. So I ran only 5km, together with 3 other new friends I made that morning. But the coolest part? We didn't just run. We ran AND prayed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the RunNat concept. So from 5am in the morning until 12pm there were people praying for Malaysia. It didn't happen just in KL. It happened ALL OVER Malaysia. So within the span of 7 hours divided into 8 slots each covered by a group of 3 to 5 running for 5km, we covered the nation in prayer while we run over 1000km altogether. How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group's slot was at 6.20am until 7am. I got assigned by the system to Kepong-Sg Buloh!! I had no idea how my name got loose from the KingdomCity gang which was running in Putrajaya. But I believed I got assigned there for a reason lah. It was raining when we ran. Our 'baton', which was a 7-page prayer card that will be passed from group to group, was already wet and koyak when it reached us. Haha! But we prayed fervently and loudly nevertheless, attracting many onlookers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cool morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rushed home to fetch my mom to Wisma Pandu Puteri for her meeting, grabbing some breakfast at a mamak shop with her and enjoying the cloudy morning together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rushed off to Fireflies, which was awesome!!! A kid in my class brought chocolate cake for me. How sweet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then coaching...and then Fireflies teachers meeting, which was by God's grace very very productive. We came up with so many great ideas on how to improve Fireflies and how we can impact the lives of people there. I thought some ideas were pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then pick mom up, go to Klang for sea food with my aunt and family...When I was in Klang, I didn't think about the one person I thought I would think of. Breakthrough!! Yeah!! Thank You God...but I thought of Cherinnee, and how she said the cow by the side of the road was a big dog. Hahaha!! I will never forget that every time I go to Botanic. Never :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-7829711287603638217?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/7829711287603638217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-ordinary-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7829711287603638217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7829711287603638217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-ordinary-saturday.html' title='Not an ordinary Saturday.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5518918532882471793</id><published>2010-05-19T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:26:15.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>Felt like ages since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened, where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am getting the hang of legal practice, and I have started part-time coaching gymnastics. Practice is getting more difficult, even more so with the new systems in court that is not practice-friendly at all. One thing good though is that now courts dispose off cases faster, though sometimes at the cost of justice. And each time when a client comes to office to meet me for discussion of an issue they have, whether it's divorce, or construction problem, debts issue, I always wish that they knew Jesus too. Because if they did, everything would be different....(and a train of thoughts ensued, which I will not dwell in here). Coaching is FUN! Really plan to do it full time in near future. The girls in my classes are cool! They really test my patience, especially when one of them poop-ed in my class. I am not joking. It was a nightmare! And my very 1st experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireflies is coming to an end for the 1st semester. New kids will be joining us soon. Recently, I got two Teacher's Day cards from the Fireflies kids. They are so lovely. And I like the fact that I am used by God to bring hope to these kids. Love them so much. I do hope I have made some good impact in these kids' lives that will be carried on into their future. I have faith that God will nurture those seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is one word -AWESOME! It's getting better each week, no kidding. God is so faithful and good. He never failed to show up and touch lives, including my own. There was a time I had to deal with disappointment, and that wasn't the sweetest season in my life. But I really thank God for being there for me, never in a single mili-second left my side. KingdomUni and KingdomKids are launching, or launched...hahaha, I am not even sure. But, I am sure that they are awesome!!! The kids rooms were recently painted, and man, they make me want to be a kid again so badly! And the youths, well, never more vibrant than this! We are seeing more and more new faces each week in church. It is very encouraging to see this amazing family grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously considering starting a crafts business, or if not teach kids to do crafts. There is always something about arts and crafts...I guess it's the way it can bring out the best creativity in a kid and promote thinking outside the box. I love the wild imagination in a kid's mind. It always dazzle me. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, I am seeing someone. And I like Channing Tatum. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios for now. Zoo-eey-Mama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5518918532882471793?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5518918532882471793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5518918532882471793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5518918532882471793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-7227954854521090583</id><published>2010-04-02T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:17:18.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zooming Out.</title><content type='html'>Some counters in banks, courts or companies separate the officers and the customers with glass on which you can see rows of tiny holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really knew why the holes are there. Maybe it's for breathing, maybe it's for the person on the other side of the glass to hear better. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I looked closer at the glass at the court payment counter this morning, it was obvious the cleaners only cleaned the glass but forgot about the tiny holes. The holes were dusty, and dirty. The first thought that came to my mind was 'Man, this glass is dirty!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself zooming in on the tiny holes only, and was in total ignorance of the big piece of clean glass that was right in front of my face. All I saw was the dirty tiny holes, not the clean wide glass. The tiny holes were dirty, but not the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered it I have looked at people that way too. As human beings, we tend to zoom in on the small imperfections in others but often when we do that, we forgot to see the bigger picture. We point our fingers at others for their once, twice in a lifetime mistakes or small abnormalities, and forgot all about the truth that life of these people is bigger than that and there is still a long journey ahead for them. We zoomed in on their small imperfections and made them the only image in our viewing screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all, myself included, should zoom out more on people. The small imperfections are only a small part of who a person really is. If we don't zoom out, then we will be missing out on knowing the person as that person really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...plus...we don't see the blackheads anymore. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-7227954854521090583?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/7227954854521090583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/04/zooming-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7227954854521090583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7227954854521090583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/04/zooming-out.html' title='Zooming Out.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-3384685196419343868</id><published>2010-03-25T10:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:55:10.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Contrast.</title><content type='html'>I received news from a close sister in church that she just got pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;I was exhilarated! So much joy flowed out of me because of that news, and I am looking forward to becoming an aunt to their kid. That's great news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they were the second newly-wed couple in church after a year or 2 to conceive. This is great news!! :D Very very exciting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I think of other friends of mine who got pregnant, I don't feel that same kinda joy when I found out that they are pregnant. In fact, it is mostly feeling of pity and sorry... because these 2nd group of pregnancies are those that became the reason for their marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot-gun weddings are just not the same as real proper weddings.&lt;br /&gt;And bearing a child on purpose is just not the same as taking responsibility of the consequece of two persons' uncontrolled lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I am not happy about them getting married because of a child that's coming. At least the man is taking responsibility as the father and husband. But the joy is never quite complete in these instances. And I always find myself praying quietly and crossing my fingers that their marriage will turn out good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contrast in the feelings for both groups of pregnancies confounds me. Either way, bringing a new life into the world, being the chosen two to bring into this world a person created by God is something to be celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I am able to choose (praise Jesus that we are all able to!), I would rather have the complete-pure joy of bringing into this world a new life on purpose, and not with a duty on my shoulders as a result of an act of lust. After all, life is about choices, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I, and you can choose right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-3384685196419343868?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/3384685196419343868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/03/pregnancy-contrast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3384685196419343868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3384685196419343868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/03/pregnancy-contrast.html' title='Pregnancy Contrast.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2136336485929438344</id><published>2010-02-14T13:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:48:00.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revealing 1 MALAYsia.</title><content type='html'>When the Prime Minister of Malaysia launched the 1 Malaysia campaign after he was appointed, it was so promising and gave many, especially the minority races in Malaysia, hopes that every individual in this multi-racial and multi-ethnic nation will for once be treated fairly, if not equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all thought (or at least I thought): YES! Finally the government decides to remove the Malay/Chinese/Indian/Bumiputra/Non-Bumiputra label given to each person long time ago, and sincerely see each person as 'Malaysian'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, we all thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the surface, 1 Malaysia is so appealing, giving many the idea that each of us is the same 'Malaysian'. However, the recent turn of events revealed the propaganda hidden behind this appealing-promising campaign. It's back to square one, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea they had for 1 Malaysia is this: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Malaysia bukan kesaksamaan, tetapi keadilan&lt;/span&gt;" (1 Malaysia is not about equality, but about fairness.) Further elaboration about what "fairness" means to them would be: The majority wins. So much for democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if the majority says that:&lt;br /&gt;- the unmerituous privileges bestowed upon a certain race in Malaysia should stand, it stands.&lt;br /&gt;- shareholding in a registered company must include a certain percentage of a certain race, it must be so.&lt;br /&gt;- special discounts should be given to a certain race in loans, it must be given.&lt;br /&gt;- certain land can only be sold or transferred to purchasers of certain race, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;- the majority should have 9 share of a cake, and the rest is to be shared between the minority, that is fairness...even if those 9 share is the harvest from the hardwork of the minority.&lt;br /&gt;- non-Bumi's are parasites of this nation, that is what non-Bumi's will be eternally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, don't we ALL pay tax irregardless of race? And where does this tax go to? Catering to the needs of the needy really? Or covering for subsidies given to the special race? Who are the real parasites? And who makes the majority? I think you and I know very well what the answer is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had high hopes when 1 Malaysia was launched by the Prime Minister. In fact, I was fully supportive of the 'new' things the Prime Minister was introducing in his administration of this nation. Perhaps I was too idealistic, tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I have left is million pieces of crushed hope.&lt;br /&gt;And many feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that SOON, all in this nation and especially the leaders, will see past the race/ethnic of each individual, and see that we are all created equal in God's eyes, and placed in this beautiful nation for a purpose - working together to make it a better place to live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2136336485929438344?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2136336485929438344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/02/revealing-1-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2136336485929438344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2136336485929438344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/02/revealing-1-malaysia.html' title='Revealing 1 MALAYsia.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2199040038096677190</id><published>2010-02-10T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:27:26.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulnerable.</title><content type='html'>The daily busyness makes us forget how vulnerable we are as human being.&lt;br /&gt;Often people wake up to embrace that reality only when something or someone precious is in jeopardy, or worse, lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slapped with this wake up call many times. They always make me realise how I am not connecting enough with my loved ones and people who matter to me. Sometimes, it is already too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait til something happens to tell your loved ones that you love them. Don't wait til the other person apologize. Don't wait til the last moments of your lives to spend time connecting with people who matter, for we are, inevitably, vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you BIG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2199040038096677190?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2199040038096677190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/02/vulnerable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2199040038096677190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2199040038096677190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/02/vulnerable.html' title='Vulnerable.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-3159802455081742843</id><published>2010-02-08T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:24:52.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Rat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It rains almost every evening this February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;One day, it began to rain really heavily around 5p.m. and when I turned around to look outside the window behind my back, checking out how heavy the rain was, I saw a rat outside my window!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I wanted to snap its photo but the moment I lifted the blinds, it scattered off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;On Friday last week, it rained again in the evening and when I turned around, there it was again! That rat which will come visit me when it rains!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This time, I lifted the blinds silently and slowly, and voila! I snapped it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/S29m990v7OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B9omLZCBRmw/s1600-h/DSC02775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/S29m990v7OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B9omLZCBRmw/s320/DSC02775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435676490013338850" border="0" /&gt;Rainy Rat.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lets see if it visits me again when it rains today, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;God bless you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-3159802455081742843?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/3159802455081742843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/02/rainy-rat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3159802455081742843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3159802455081742843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/02/rainy-rat.html' title='Rainy Rat.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/S29m990v7OI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B9omLZCBRmw/s72-c/DSC02775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-131769608449195530</id><published>2010-02-03T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:56:40.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Water Bottle.</title><content type='html'>I just got back from lunch and just had to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate chili pan mee at Taipan. I sat facing the road, thinking that it would be more interesting to observe what's going on outside and the people that pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man walking towards his car parked opposite the pan mee restaurant. He opened the back passenger door, put his laptop bag in, put his water bottle on top oh his car while he was doing that. After he slammed the door shut, he immediately drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water bottle was still on top of his car....and he drove off like that.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. This made my day! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-131769608449195530?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/131769608449195530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/02/poor-water-bottle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/131769608449195530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/131769608449195530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/02/poor-water-bottle.html' title='Poor Water Bottle.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-8440077509849354006</id><published>2010-02-03T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:29:21.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harimau mari.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt; in the Lunar calender is the year of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tiger / harimau&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was already a film made in Malaysia starring many famous Chinese-Malaysian DJ's based on a Chinese tradition in Kuantan that every 60 years, this particular family entrusted with safekeeping the 'Tiger head' would do a ritual dance - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tiger dance&lt;/span&gt; (instead of lion dance) to usher in prosperity and goodness into the life of that village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the film, and laughed really hard. I have to say the DJ's can act! But I was more amazed at how beautiful Malaysia (Kuantan to be more exact) was portrayed to be by the filmmakers. After watching it, I can't help but sigh at how fortunate I am to be living in a beautiful place like Malaysia. It's a good film, if you understand Chinese or don't mind reading the subtitles, go watch it :) It's called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tiger Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/1/6/nation/5411535&amp;amp;sec=nation)&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, and a very touching film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear so much being said about what is good and what is not good in the year of the tiger. Here's my take on a couple of those Chinese superstitions :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's not a good year to get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My take&lt;/span&gt;: Crap. Really. Marriage is hard work no matter what and takes effort and commitment from both sides to make it work. So are you saying that if two person get married in the year of the rabbit, they would be very productive? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; It really doesn't matter which year you marry in. Please don't be bound by stupid superstitions like this! And trust me...I've done some divorce cases. None of them married in the year of the tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Better for boys to be born in this year than girls, for they turn fierce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My take&lt;/span&gt;: I know some really 'tame' girls born in the year of the tiger. My observation is that even if that girl is not firece, because she lives in an environment that expects her to be, people around her would treat her like she is a 'tiger'. The saying that 'You are what you eat' applies...though here it's more like 'You are what you eat  emotionally'. Just like how you will become depress if you hangout with a depress person a lot, girls who are originally not fierce will become fierce sinply because the society expects them to be. They will be influenced by the environment what the stigmas that people attach to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Girls born in the year of the tiger won't be successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My take&lt;/span&gt;: Crap again! My aun't born in the year of the tiger. She is successful. Have two kids, a lovely family. A stable career, and big savings. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year is a year overflowing with blessings and goodness, and amazing things because our God isn't One who will want otherwise for us, not even a tiny bit. Tiger or not, it won't change who God is and what He wants for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-8440077509849354006?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/8440077509849354006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/02/harimau-mari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8440077509849354006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8440077509849354006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/02/harimau-mari.html' title='Harimau mari.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-8770987231063618517</id><published>2010-01-22T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:27:18.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How He Reminds Me.</title><content type='html'>This is how He reminds me that He is still God, and that nothing can take over His place, plans and will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to head home straight after work today, take a quick shower and head to the supermarket to shop for some food we need for New Friends Nite at Kingdom City Church tomorrow. To do it tomorrow would make my schedule more hectic. And then, I thought of going home after that to do my laundry, prepare for Fireflies tomorrow, and also prepare for gymnastics class before I meet Joanne for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when I was leaving my office, it began to rain cats and dogs! So heavy that Taipan was mildly flooded. So I was stranded and could not cross over to the opposite housing area where my car was parked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't plan on having KFC for dinner. But as I was waiting for the rain to subside at the corner of the shoplots about 200 meters away from my car where KFC was at Taipan, I thought "Oh well, might as well have dinner...at least I can get ONE thing done." I don't like KFC :( But I had no choice tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home at 8.30pm, that's 90 minutes behind my initially planned schedule. So I had to strike off a few things on my to-do list. My night became different from what it was supposed to be. It was God who changed it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He purposely did that so that in my time of waiting and chewing on the not-very-nice chicken (I really don't like KFC anymore) I could think of Him and ask Him why did He make it rain so heavily. It was His way of reminding me that He is still the God who is in control, and the One who reigns no matter what I have got planned, and no matter how life turns out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could all type out our life-plan from A-Z, and even have the details added to it. But God, being God, can change everything with just one touch, one word, one event, one second. He changed everything tonight for me with just one heavy rain. He changed everything for Hannah with just one baby boy. He changed everything for the blind man, the woman with the blood issue and the man with cacat hand with just one touch of healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows the true nature of my God - that in times of trouble and distress, it only takes one God-moment to change everything. It doesn't take a lot...just ONE touch, and ONE sacrifice, One Son - Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how He reminded me that He is God, and it only take one God-willed change to change everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-8770987231063618517?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/8770987231063618517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-he-reminds-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8770987231063618517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8770987231063618517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-he-reminds-me.html' title='How He Reminds Me.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-3056141953129891691</id><published>2010-01-13T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:51:07.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And yet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Why is it that when bad things happen, we blame God for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But why is it that when good things happen, we never took time to thank God for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We always cry out to God for help when we are in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But we never took the time to talk to Him and connect with Him like real friends do when life is smooth-sailing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When we achieve something or do something good, we take all the credit for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But when we are accused and misunderstood, we take it all on God and never for a second admit that we may have been mistaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We tend to only give to God the bad things we have, asking Him to either take them away or turn it around for our good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But we almost never share the good things we have with Him, nor ask Him to multiply it even more for the glory of His name and not our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so selfish. I am so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, all He could think of is me, all He does is for me, and He gave His all for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never deserve His unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; never stopped loving me, unconditionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-3056141953129891691?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/3056141953129891691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3056141953129891691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3056141953129891691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-yet.html' title='And yet...'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-8673686256156345150</id><published>2010-01-01T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:19:07.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 - The Roads</title><content type='html'>Good day 2010! Welcome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 looks like this : Roads every where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am entering a new district in my drive towards Jesus, the ultimate destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that there are new bumps on the current road which were not there before. Honestly, I don't like bumps. But they are there for a good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there are roads which have been closed and I can no longer turn into them. But God has also open up new roads for me leading to experiences and blessings which I have never been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a totally new scenery now. And, I really like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for this new year, and the greater things which He has planned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-8673686256156345150?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/8673686256156345150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-roads.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8673686256156345150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8673686256156345150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-roads.html' title='2010 - The Roads'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5438254253503643473</id><published>2009-12-23T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:29:06.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>According to Him.</title><content type='html'>According to the world and the evil voice in my head,&lt;br /&gt;I am worthless, useless, nothing, a nobody, not good enough, a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But according to Him, the One who created me,&lt;br /&gt;I am His everything, beautiful, precious, a masterpiece, able, loved.&lt;br /&gt;It is true.&lt;br /&gt;This is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise,&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't have sacrifice His own life to bear my sins.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't have thought of me on the cross on which He was crucified.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't have paid the price for me to live an abundant life.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't have given His everything for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;. Oh my, I must be somebody to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil, I won't listen to you...because you didn't die for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5438254253503643473?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5438254253503643473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/12/according-to-him.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5438254253503643473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5438254253503643473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/12/according-to-him.html' title='According to Him.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-7315355748670031077</id><published>2009-12-14T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:10:25.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahasa Kuala.</title><content type='html'>I am back in my hometown for two days. It is great to be home and have the chance to spend time with my family, and the two new dogs at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a local coffee shop for breakfast this morning. There were a few stalls selling a variety of noodles and one particular Indian stall selling nasi lemak and roti canai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What caught my attention in the coffee shop was the dialect the people were speaking in. They were conversing in the local Kuala (Perak) dialect in Bahasa. Words like 'bagus' is 'bagui', 'kamu' is 'hang', and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staying in KL for so long, I have somehow forgotten the amusing yet important dialect in the Kuala community, a common dialect that united all races and brought people together irregardless of background, faith and age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been back in Kuala for a while. And it is great to be back! I love Kuala Kangsar! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-7315355748670031077?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/7315355748670031077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/12/bahasa-kuala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7315355748670031077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7315355748670031077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/12/bahasa-kuala.html' title='Bahasa Kuala.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5583279871048391696</id><published>2009-12-01T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:54:45.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He amuses me.</title><content type='html'>God amuses me, and He keeps me looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a squirrel walked home with me for about 30 meters. It stood up, looked at me and then ran off to a drain after that. I knew God sent it there to accompany me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I stepped out of my house to go to work and saw aa straight row of birds, about 20 of them, sitting still on the power line in front of my house like that Pixar short cartoon. I can't help but smile all my way to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5583279871048391696?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5583279871048391696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-amuses-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5583279871048391696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5583279871048391696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-amuses-me.html' title='He amuses me.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2388669424912414715</id><published>2009-11-10T17:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:09:43.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to thank Him.</title><content type='html'>I can't contain my thankfulness to Him who answers our prayers, who provides for our needs and even more sometimes. Hence, this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, I asked God whether I am 'redundant', whether or not I will still be used by Him because of some change in circumstances in my life which many thought as something that's against His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, He answered my prayer. I received a call from a friend who needed prayer, and so I prayed for her, and encouraged her with a verse that's stuck on my wall which I felt would speak to her. And on my way up the stairs to my office, He brought two sisters in Christ into my path who were sharing His word to the whole of Taipan that day. I had the privilege to honour them and said 'Keep up the good work!'...Then I realised that I am still being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was comforting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also showed again to me that He provides for my needs. I was looking for a car park space around 11am in Taipan, a well-known area for lack of parking space in USJ. So I prayed "God, please give me a nice parking space. In Jesus' name, amen."...and guess what? The fourth car on my right side ahead of me reversed, and I had a nice, shaded parking space No. 107 near my office waiting for. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I like number 7 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had RM10 in my wallet for lunch. But it so happened that my boss and her husband was eating in the same restaurant as me. I didn't see them because I sat facing the wall and they came in later than me. She paid for my lunch. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for all the good things and good people He blesses me with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2388669424912414715?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2388669424912414715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-to-thank-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2388669424912414715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2388669424912414715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-to-thank-him.html' title='Just to thank Him.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-9050345379310941761</id><published>2009-11-03T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:59:58.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason I Smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cheerful&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Joyful&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bubbly&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chirpy&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Always Smiling&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The Girl With The Big Smile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the labels people always gave to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is, I don't always feel like smiling, and I don't have a trouble-free life. This morning was one of the mornings I woke up and didn't feel like smiling at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt tired even after I slept for almost 10 hours. I didn't feel like smiling because I know there are things ahead of me which I was too chicken to face. Difficulties are waiting for me, with pain and hurt by its sides. I didn't look forward to the day. And my struggles are mocking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... above all that, the person who gave his life for me is smiling to me. He never and will never stop smiling to me as he looks at me no matter what I've done, what I've said and what my circumstances are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I don't feel like smiling everyday. But I resolved to smile anyway because Jesus smiles to me, and at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my Provider&lt;/span&gt; will care for my every need.&lt;br /&gt;I smile because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my King&lt;/span&gt; has conquered every sin, shame, guilt, pain and fear for me.&lt;br /&gt;I smile because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my Refuge &lt;/span&gt;is always there, opening His arms wide for me to run to when I am hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I smile because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my Deliverer&lt;/span&gt; hears my cries and saves me from being destroyed by my troubles.&lt;br /&gt;I smile because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my Healer&lt;/span&gt; heals my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;I smile because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my Shepherd&lt;/span&gt; abandons all that he has to bring me back to him.&lt;br /&gt;I smile because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my Redeemer&lt;/span&gt; has ransomed me with His life!&lt;br /&gt;I smile because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my Lover&lt;/span&gt; loves me irregardless.&lt;br /&gt;I smile because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my Teacher&lt;/span&gt; guides me and leads me in my wilderness so that I will not be consumed by confusion.&lt;br /&gt;I smile...because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Creator&lt;/span&gt; of the universe gave His life, and made Himself available to be with a person whose life is but a breath - me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; is the reason that I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;I hope you are smiling because of him too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-9050345379310941761?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/9050345379310941761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/11/reason-i-smile.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/9050345379310941761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/9050345379310941761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/11/reason-i-smile.html' title='The Reason I Smile.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2997784476597194940</id><published>2009-09-15T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:03:15.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wreck I Am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When my vision became clearer, I realized that I am such a wreck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I look ahead, and only see how far short I am from the goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But do I stop running and give in to hopelessness? Do I let the tiredness I feel in my being stop me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I fix my eyes on my goal. I keep running forward. I keep running towards my goal - Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2997784476597194940?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2997784476597194940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/09/wreck-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2997784476597194940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2997784476597194940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/09/wreck-i-am.html' title='A Wreck I Am.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-3447705545222096257</id><published>2009-09-14T09:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:23:25.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather be in struggles.</title><content type='html'>Issues are issues, whether drastic or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gives us the right to diss or judge others because they are dealing with issues that we are not? Just because we have our life right at this moment does not entitle us to comment about the not-right's in another's life in a disrespectful manner especially in front of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather you don't mention that person's name in front of me. One's impression on me is for him or her to make, not for you to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to think twice about sharing my struggles. What if it is spoken so freely and openly to another just like how the issues of another were spoken in front of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh what the heck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely good to have my life right. But if I lose compassion and the ability to understand what it's like in another's shoes and the sort of perspective another might have in their struggles, I'd rather be in struggles myself so that I don't become self-righteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least in my struggles, I would totally understand, and will definitely learn to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like: The best pal who can help a drug addict to break free is another drug addict who has overcome the addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be in struggles than be like you... Everyone has issues. Admit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-3447705545222096257?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/3447705545222096257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/09/issues-are-issues-whether-drastic-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3447705545222096257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3447705545222096257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/09/issues-are-issues-whether-drastic-or.html' title='I&apos;d rather be in struggles.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-6075550480917130619</id><published>2009-09-14T09:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:57:14.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not WHAT but HOW.</title><content type='html'>I always tell others that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it is what you go through that will make you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I change my stand. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Whether what one goes through will make or break one depends on HOW one goes through it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I testify that there had been times when I dealt with issues in my life with a positive attitude, keeping my eyes on the God who reigns forever and evermore; and there had been times when I dealt with issues in my life with much hopelessness, negativity, choosing to be swayed by whatever others tell me and with a wrong attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the former, I come out of my struggles victorious. Looking back, I can only see that those issues I had to face were platforms that bring me to another level. I grew due to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the latter, I come out of my struggles being even more weighed down by the yoke those issues have formed over my shoulders. They remained issues not dealt with. I get stuck due to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that without God's help and without the truths in His Word, I would probably be facing my issues with the latter outlook. Every problem will seem like a curse. But because of Him, I am glad that every issue is a door to growth and an opportunity to bring Him glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Him, truly all things work for my good, whether they are good things, or seemingly bad things (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rom 8:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). Seriously, with a God to whom I am EVERYTHING, how can things be for my destruction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I found Him, and have Him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  God bless y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-6075550480917130619?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/6075550480917130619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-what-but-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/6075550480917130619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/6075550480917130619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-what-but-how.html' title='Not WHAT but HOW.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2834509264582150233</id><published>2009-08-17T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:55:17.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Matters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Why would writers of both the Old and New Testaments make it a point to write about how God cares about the tiny things in life that we think are small and not important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Lets take a peek at just one example from each Testament:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Exodus 25 - 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at how detailed God wanted the glorious Tabernacle (and everything that has got to do with it) to be. When I first read this book, I was astonished at so many small things which God commanded the Israelites to do. Was all that really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Matthew 10:30, Luke 12:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very hairs on my head are numbered!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, as long as there are hairs on my head, I don't really care what's the number...though the thickness does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;We live our lives going through the ups and downs, focusing mostly on the big-important matters because they are simply big and 'important'. Some of us have actually forgotten about the small matters altogether, and dismissed them as unnecessary, and need no attention at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;However, things which are small don't mean that they are not important. Just like how a stranger smiled at me this morning while I was walking along the corridor at the court complex, and that smile maybe small, but it made a difference! Things like saying thank you to anyone who helped in anyway at all, sharing an umbrella with someone who's stuck in the rain and helping someone pick up books that fell to the ground are small, but they do matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I became so disgruntled after giving someone a lift home last night because that person didn't ask me how I was doing and didn't say thank you when getting off my car, simply slammed the door and left. It was a very very silent drive too (minus the conversations I made to know how that person's life is lately). Although I didn't express how I felt, I had to stop and think, "Why did I react that way? It's really small...but it affected me so much."...I was glad that now I know how it's like to be a chauffeur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Last week, I got scolding from two strangers, on two different days, at two different locations, for really small reasons (one of it wasn't even my fault). I had to get to somewhere isolated and cool down so that I didn't burst out in anger in front of them. Honestly, they are really small matters, but they affected me at a larger scale than the relative 'size' I gave them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Well, the truth is: Small matters don't make them don't-matter's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Now I know why God wants us to cast all our cares, whether big or small, unto Him, not just because He wants to take care of all our needs and help us through our concerns, but also because He knows that small things DO matter to our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Just as He is a person who likes details and how small things  matter to Him, we being created in His image, are the same. Without these small matters, sooner or later we'll lose the joy in living within a community, and lose our 'lives' because we have become mere robotic creatures that do only those things that seemingly matter more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;For me, yes big things do matter, but the small things are part and parcel of life, the ones that cling on to my journey in dealing with the big things. Small matters do matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;God bless!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2834509264582150233?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2834509264582150233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/08/small-matters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2834509264582150233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2834509264582150233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/08/small-matters.html' title='Small Matters.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-3957012181623763220</id><published>2009-08-06T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:22:07.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some '25' Facts.</title><content type='html'>Just because I turn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thomas Clarkson was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; when he won the annual Latin essay contest at Cambridge in 1785 on 'slavery' which drove him to be the pioneer behind the movement for abolition of slavery in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The first man in space, Yurin Gagarin, has in his spaceship a sealed envelope with a single white sheet on which was written the number &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; - the code to activate manual control of the spaceship in the event the automatic systems failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; Minutes, that's my all time favourite Michael Learns To Rock song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 5 x 5 = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You will have to pay RM32 for posting a package that weighs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; kgs with Pos Laju for local town delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Edward Norton acted in a movie called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;th Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Indonesia has won &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; Olympic Games medals so far, 6 of them are gold medals, 9 silver and 10 bronze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The population of Saudi Arabia is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;25 &lt;/span&gt;Words Or Less is a board game that I'd like to try ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The chicken satay at Balik Pulau, Penang costs only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; cents each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We celebrate Christmas on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;th day of December every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Brunei celebrated its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; years of independence in the year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....I think I ran out of '25' facts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-3957012181623763220?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/3957012181623763220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-25-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3957012181623763220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3957012181623763220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-25-facts.html' title='Some &apos;25&apos; Facts.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-7850223533455800380</id><published>2009-08-06T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:59:53.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quarter Century On Planet Earth.</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on Earth for 25 years officially. That's about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;13,140,000 minutes&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy life here, and I thank God for each day because He tells me how much He loves me with every single experience and minute spent on Earth. I praise Him for having the idea of creating me (and executing that idea) so that He can take me on this adventurously beautiful and wonderful journey of being a first-hand witness to all that beauty of His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;honour and privilege&lt;/span&gt; to be born on this very day 25 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I think about what have I done for Him, I am so ashamed to say that I didn't really do much. In comparison to what He has done for humanity, the total sum of all I did is so puny &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am glad that I am here on Earth not to just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do, do, do&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work, work work&lt;/span&gt;, but to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;live, live, live&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to many more great adventures with God &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will share the same excitement I feel on your birthday too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-7850223533455800380?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/7850223533455800380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/08/quarter-century-on-planet-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7850223533455800380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7850223533455800380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/08/quarter-century-on-planet-earth.html' title='A Quarter Century On Planet Earth.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-1735033099110156327</id><published>2009-08-02T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:02:50.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long can I withstand it?</title><content type='html'>I always knew that there is something bigger than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But why is it so painful to bear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in the streets and see men &amp;amp; women high on drugs, infected with HIV, identity-less, tormented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the next generation of this nation and see kids who are abused, disillusioned, lost, broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in the systems adminitering this nation and see corruption, selfishness, unstability, injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only keep declaring that He reigns no matter how things look like. But I want to use these hands, feet and voice to make a difference. What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fragile heart is too small to contain the burden it carries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can I withstand it before it explodes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-1735033099110156327?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/1735033099110156327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-long-can-i-withstand-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/1735033099110156327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/1735033099110156327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-long-can-i-withstand-it.html' title='How long can I withstand it?'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-7570955773771438952</id><published>2009-07-30T09:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:01:50.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Think Of You.</title><content type='html'>Paul wrote to the Ephesians and expressed how thankful he is for the siblings in Christ in Ephesus because of their faith and the love they showed to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the time to think of all those who have walked alongside me in my adventurous and wonderful God-journey for the past 4 years. Some were with me longer than others. But I feel like how Paul felt towards the Ephesians - thankful, very very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect and there had been some who sand-papared me and got on my nerves, but it was God's way of shaping me. In the end, it was really for my good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked back and witnessed the change that took place in the lives of all these people, I can only do one thing, borrowing the words of Paul "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I do not cease to give thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers...&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are wondering what is in my mind when I think of you, I am thankful for you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-7570955773771438952?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/7570955773771438952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-think-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7570955773771438952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7570955773771438952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-think-of-you.html' title='When I Think Of You.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2663390974998123007</id><published>2009-07-26T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:57:25.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toll-tertainment.</title><content type='html'>Allison and Justin have gone back to the UK for 3 weeks. After dropping them at KLIA, the drive home was hard...I was so sleepy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;zzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loud music or karaoke didn't help. I sped, in order that I can reach home faster and not be on the road any second longer because being on the road in that state is hazardous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my own efforts couldn't take away my sleepiness anymore, I prayed to God and said "God, please help me stay awake until I reach home, do anything...whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I reached the toll and this toll attendant, a Malay guy, was singing "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like to move it move it, I like to move it move it, I like to move it move it...&lt;/span&gt; (the Madagascar song)" out loud, totally oblivious to the fact that I was staring at him while he bobbed up and down to the song and handed me my toll ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed all the way home &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;God is soooooo funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2663390974998123007?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2663390974998123007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/toll-tertainment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2663390974998123007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2663390974998123007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/toll-tertainment.html' title='Toll-tertainment.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5595326840110955135</id><published>2009-07-24T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:27:57.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Too Attached.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; - some won't always be there, but some will be there for us through everything...or will they really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning a quarter century old soon. In my 25-minus-2-weeks years of life here on planet Earth and all the experience I've had with people in my world who I dubbed as 'friend', the conclusion I can make is that no one will really be there for their friends through everything, except for one Person - Jesus. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God at least there's 1!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good ones left deeper footprints on my heart while many just touched and went. The ones that I hung out most with (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and trusted most&lt;/span&gt;) in the past 3 years are either now overseas and getting married OR getting married soon and leaving Malaysia OR flew to Melbourne to study for 6 months (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without a doubt will be 6 months plus a couple more&lt;/span&gt;) OR occupied with an expanding business and a family to take care of...even the potential ones have potential opportunities coming that will change the status quo established in our friendship, if any at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I feel the change more than those who actually live with their family. Being away from home since 11 has made me value friendships so much more. It was my friends who really went through more than half my life with me. It sucks to know and acknowledge that they too have their own lives to live and they won't be there for everything forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought about this and expressed my sentiments to God, He reminded me of one very important truth about this - my life here on Earth is only temporary and there is nothing I can take with me when I return to Him, thus there is no point or eternal benefit to get too attached to anything in the world, that includes friends whom He graciously blessed me with. Friends are to be appreciated, not worshiped...except for Jesus of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll work &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; I think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5595326840110955135?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5595326840110955135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-too-attached.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5595326840110955135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5595326840110955135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-too-attached.html' title='Not Too Attached.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5040381864406865275</id><published>2009-07-21T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:43:12.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Oil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Jealousy and envy can be so strong that they can cause one to hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;They are dirty oil in the engine. A car can run on dirty oil, but it is a matter of time before the engine dies because dirty oil damages the engine gradually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;The forces emanating from jealousy and envy can be strong, but they are evil, and damaging to the heart. But praise God! His love, like Lily Potter's love for her son, is stronger than all forces of evil combined. He is more powerful than the power of jealousy and envy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;No matter how much clean oil is poured into a container of dirty oil, the oil won't become clean. The end result of mixing both will still be dirty oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;But the truth is this - Jesus' blood washed all that dirt away and cleansed our hearts. It's purity is strong enough to transform dirty oil into clean, good oil, all because He shed His blood to set us free. Free from hatred, free from sin, free from the power of jealousy and envy that slowly eat us up inside. The voices we hear in our heads telling us that we are bound in chains of jealousy and envy are just lies to make us fall when in reality, there wasn't even a bump on the road to trip us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;By His blood, our hearts have been made clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;He died on the cross to show us that He has conquered them all for us. And because He lives in us, we too can conquer jealousy and envy in us. Their power has been broken. We have indeed been set free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;No more dirty oil... Yipee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5040381864406865275?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5040381864406865275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/dirty-oil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5040381864406865275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5040381864406865275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/dirty-oil.html' title='Dirty Oil.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-7257688752129037083</id><published>2009-07-10T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:41:38.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Evening.</title><content type='html'>Just found out from a friend who came from Bangkok, Thailand that five in Siamese is '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when they SMS or chat on MSN, they type this to express 'laughing' - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;5555&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way out of the Sunway Pyramid car park, I saw this car parked somewhere with the number plate '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;DAL&lt;/span&gt;'. Made me think of roti canai dal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome! Haven't been able to laugh like that for a few months already &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-7257688752129037083?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/7257688752129037083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7257688752129037083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7257688752129037083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-evening.html' title='Funny Evening.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-3355624048724274690</id><published>2009-07-10T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:39:30.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;God is so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was driving to Shah Alam this morning on this straight road, I was able to observe the cars on the other side of the road because the traffic was slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should do it sometime, it is amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first driver I saw was this lady with long curly hair. She had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a really serious face, like she was angry at someone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The car after hers was this man with another passenger in front. He had this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wide grin on his face. Seemed like he was enjoying the chat with the other person in the car&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The third car was a red and white taxi. The taxi driver &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had his shoulders hunched over the wheel, he was really focused on the road, like trying not to hit the car in front&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The fourth car was a four wheel drive, an uncle was driving it. This was the champion. He was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;digging his nose furiously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4 cars back to back, all had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;different facial expressions&lt;/span&gt;. I stopped at the fourth car and just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;laughed out loud&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I reached the Shah Alam court, there was a notice outside one of the courts with the e-mail address for correspondences. It was : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;littlesolicitor&lt;/span&gt;_(some numbers I forgot)@yahoo.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;God is sooooo funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-3355624048724274690?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/3355624048724274690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3355624048724274690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3355624048724274690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-morning.html' title='Funny Morning.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-4845607385920433203</id><published>2009-07-09T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:51:06.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No is not the End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mark 5:18-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demon-possessed man who got healed by Jesus wanted to follow him in the rest of his journey away from Gerasenes. After having experienced Jesus' mercy and grace, who wouldn't want to go with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus didn't allow the man to go with him and the rest of his disciples. Instead he asked the man to tell of his goodness back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man didn't say a word or complain about not being able to follow him and go with the rest. He went home and did exactly as he was told - and everyone marveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was that man, I would have complained and made a big fuss about not being allowed to go with Jesus and the rest of his gang! That man's submissive behaviour amazes me! There was certainly a better plan for him back home and greater things for him there. He didn't assume that he knew what's best for himself. I guess he knew that Jesus' words can be held on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus said 'No' to him, it didn't mean that he's not good enough to follow the rest, but rather it simple means his calling is not that! It also didn't mean that it is the end of the journey for that man. There was definitely more for him, just not with the rest, but elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God says 'No' to something, it is not THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt; God loves you soooooo much. You think He would want to sabotage your life? Nuh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-4845607385920433203?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/4845607385920433203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-is-not-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4845607385920433203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4845607385920433203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-is-not-end.html' title='No is not the End.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-6438836455485623996</id><published>2009-07-04T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:34:39.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 10 MJ Facts.</title><content type='html'>1. All time favourite video clip: Black or White.&lt;br /&gt;2. All time favourite song: The Girl Is Mine.&lt;br /&gt;3. How famous is he in my world? - Even my 70 over year old grandma knows him.&lt;br /&gt;4. One person I know who looks like him: (just a bit) Noel Chelliah :D&lt;br /&gt;5. Favourite Jackson sibling: Janet Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;6. Best dance routine: It's a tie lah....Thriller and Beat it!.&lt;br /&gt;7. Most outrageous hairstyle: &lt;a href="http://www.rockmusicart.com/images/product_images/Michael_Jackson.jpg"&gt;http://www.rockmusicart.com/images/product_images/Michael_Jackson.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Best outfit: &lt;a href="http://evelkneivel.com/thriller.gif"&gt;http://evelkneivel.com/thriller.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favourite dance move: The 'lean'. It's amazing how he did it!&lt;br /&gt;10. I don't think he did all that bad stuff people said he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-6438836455485623996?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/6438836455485623996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-10-mj-facts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/6438836455485623996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/6438836455485623996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-10-mj-facts.html' title='My 10 MJ Facts.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-9096826014638773885</id><published>2009-06-25T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:30:51.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurness Embarasses.</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, I went to work in the blurrest mode ever in this year. My body was awake, but my mind was definitely still in deep slumber. I was going to work in trance, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I walked up to this little truck at Taipan parked near my office that sells nasi lemak. I wanted to buy breakfast there, as I do most of the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had NASI LEMAK in my mind. But before I could channel that thought to my mouth, it blurted, "Bang, satu NASI GORENG."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nasi lemak seller laughed at me, and guess what? There was another customer there, and he laughed at me too. To add to the embarassment, I tried to cover up, "Kamu goreng nasi tu sekarang lah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both laughed even harder. Oh, how embarassing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-9096826014638773885?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/9096826014638773885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/06/blurness-embarasses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/9096826014638773885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/9096826014638773885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/06/blurness-embarasses.html' title='Blurness Embarasses.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2170245590768588827</id><published>2009-06-22T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:02:51.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Met You.</title><content type='html'>Hey You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met You, my life before that point has become negligible.&lt;br /&gt;It no longer matter.&lt;br /&gt;It was as though life had only really began at the moment I found You&lt;br /&gt;...or rather You found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly I say to You: my life is found in You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te Amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2170245590768588827?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2170245590768588827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-met-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2170245590768588827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2170245590768588827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-met-you.html' title='When I Met You.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-4908282541267002843</id><published>2009-06-10T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:36:19.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up For the Challenge?</title><content type='html'>Someone very dear to me recently asked me a good question: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever challenged God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, like you tell God if He make this happen, then you will do something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I just began to know Jesus, I always challenge him that way. For example, I remember vividly saying to him that if he helped me get back this deposit I paid to my college, I will give it all in offering on Sunday. There are many more challenges I gave him, and some really put me to shame &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ever challenge to God was this - that He show me that He is real, because I really wanted to know if He is real. Guess what? He did show up, and so did the many times I challenged Him. But the question is, did I keep my part of the bargain all the time? You can guess the answer to that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when was the point in time that I stopped challenging God already. It felt like ages since I last did that. The Bible said to not put God to test (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Deuteronomy 6:16&lt;/span&gt;). But I stopped challenging God not because of that verse, rather, I stopped because as I grew closer to God and got to know Him so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was such an idiot to challenge God &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; I am just a human being that's full with flaws and incapable in so many ways. To challenge a God who is All-Mighty, All-Powerful, All-Knowing and who created this universe is really an idiotic attempt that is doomed to failure without exception. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is really no point in challenging God. Nothing is too difficult for Him (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Genesis 18:14&lt;/span&gt;), and nothing is impossible for Him (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Luke 1:37&lt;/span&gt;). I've learnt that in challenging God, I am just using it as an excuse to either not believe in Him or not obeying Him, putting the blame on Him instead of trusting in Him and His goodness &amp;amp; faithfulness. In other words, I am masking my lack of faith with seemingly reasonable request for God to show up first, when in fact He is already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my months of walking with God, I picked up that by challenging God, I am actually putting myself to a test that will not do me any good in the long run. With each challenge I put to God, I am showing to Him that I am not a person who can be trusted with the bigger things that God has in store for me because I don't trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a father who is and will be giving the son the best things already simply because the father loves the son. But one day the son came to him and said "Dad, why don't you help my business prosper, and then I will acknowledge that you love me." Can you imagine the hurt to the father's heart when he hears that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth that doesn't change is that God loves us and God's nature is to bless and to give without holding back. Only He knows what is best for us, and when is the right timing to give us bigger things as only He will know when we are ready and responsible enough to handle the bigger things that He will eventually give to us. But when we challenge Him, we are belittle-ing how big He is and how powerful He is, pulling Him down to our wordly standards instead of lifting our expectations to His level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly said, God is definitely and is always up for the challenge. But are we up for the challenge?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-4908282541267002843?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/4908282541267002843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-for-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4908282541267002843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4908282541267002843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-for-challenge.html' title='Up For the Challenge?'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-4272505634053958845</id><published>2009-06-08T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:19:22.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have a need?</title><content type='html'>The one constant thing in life is '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;'. Another constant is '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I thought having a need is a bad thing, because I thought it means I wasn't capable enough to make sure that that need is covered. Simply said, I didn't do enough, that's why there is a need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I age, I have learnt to live with having needs. It is perfectly normal, and human, to have needs. In fact, it is when one stop needing for something that one stops life altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unmet needs are really a pain in the a** sometimes. So having needs are normal, but having unmet needs are frustrating. What am I suppose to do with them then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this to the Lord, check out what He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;All things happen for the good of those who love Me. And it is My will that all will know me, and taste how good I am and how much I love them. I allow needs in your life not to torture you or to purposely make you lack in something. Needs are there so that I can come through for you on them, and then you will see how much I love you. I put a need in your life, but it is also I who will provide for it. Really, I just want you to know how much I love you&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, He wants to tell me how much He loves me in everything that happens...even in my needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a need? Great!! Cos you're about to receive His grace, love, mercy. Don't fret, aight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-4272505634053958845?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/4272505634053958845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-have-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4272505634053958845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4272505634053958845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-have-need.html' title='You have a need?'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2484939620567766199</id><published>2009-06-08T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:16:58.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genesis 2:18&lt;/span&gt; - The Lord God said: "It is not good for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the man&lt;/span&gt; to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God created &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;, Adam was too busy running around bushes and naming animals. He couldn't be bothered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman was and still is God's idea. It was God who wanted to create woman so that Adam, or rather &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the male-man&lt;/span&gt;, can have someone to share the love that God gave to him.&lt;br /&gt;God created woman on only one basis - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't on accident, nor for fun.&lt;br /&gt;God created woman on purpose. She was His idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome is that? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I am His idea and created on purpose. Whoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2484939620567766199?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2484939620567766199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-purpose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2484939620567766199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2484939620567766199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-purpose.html' title='On Purpose'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-7155860673882601026</id><published>2009-06-04T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:45:15.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder...</title><content type='html'>Hey You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know You created us all. But the fact is not all of us know that, and not all of us know You.&lt;br /&gt;You must feel really sad about that, especially when You see Your creation run around like a headless fly (with legs :P) and live life directionless without a shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is Your desire that none shall perish and that all will know You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder....Why don't You tell them straight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-7155860673882601026?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/7155860673882601026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7155860673882601026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7155860673882601026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder...'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-1566346013382609714</id><published>2009-06-01T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:22:04.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Keeps Me Walking Home.</title><content type='html'>I hadn't eaten all day. I didn't really sleep last night. It was a long day at work. And my shoulders hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to walk home, I dragged my feet all the way. That's not me!&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong? I feel an unhealthy burden in my heart. Such an agonizing sorrow is tormenting me. Where did it come from? I had no idea. The next thing I know, I was tearing on my walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care if anyone was looking. The hunger I felt was nothing in comparison to the sorrow. I then understood how some can hurt their physical bodies to externalise the pain in them which was ten, hundred times greater then the outward pain. It makes them feel, at least, that they are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a noun for something that is more dead than a zombie, I will be it today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of Jesus. He had sleepless nights, hungry days and much pain and physical torture right before He was crucified. I thought "How did you even find the strength to take it all the way to Calvary? I already wanted to give up 5 times on this 10 minutes walk home..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, even if there was deep sorrow in his heart, there was something else way stronger and overpowering - love. He loved me, and you, and everyone else so much that even if it's super-duper-hard-painful to go all the way to Calvary, He would. Simply because to Him, IT IS ALL WORTH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worth it to Jesus. It was me, you and everyone else that motivated and drove Him to the cross. I thought "I need something to drive me home, this 10 minutes walk is too long!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a split second which felt like ages, I ran through all the things I could make into what drives me...and I chose Jesus himself. I need Him, and even more so today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started brisk-walking home, eager to just get into my room and run into His embrace. And I did. I cried my lungs out in His arms, telling Him in the intervals between my sobs and a mixture of both about the sorrow I felt and how it tormented me, committed all that to Him and asked Him to lift it up, and whoa....I feel so much better now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-1566346013382609714?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/1566346013382609714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-keeps-me-walking-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/1566346013382609714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/1566346013382609714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-keeps-me-walking-home.html' title='He Keeps Me Walking Home.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5862030486970925805</id><published>2009-05-30T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:31:02.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A taste of disobedience.</title><content type='html'>Being a parent must be hard, especially to have your kid disobeying you when what you asked of them is really for their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a parent (yet). But two weeks ago, I got a taste of how it feels like to have someone I treat as my kid to disobey me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this kid I teach at a tuition centre my friend ran for underachieving kids in this place. She's smart and sharp, but she obviously doesn't know that. Two weeks ago, she totally disobeyed all my instructions to the the kids in my small class and simply refused to do anything I asked them to do. She started throwing her exercise book on the floor, screaming at another kid and then rubbed her exercise book furiously until it tore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very good reason to be angry at her behaviour. It was affecting the others in the small class too. Calming her down wasn't helping (maybe I suck at that :P). But strangely I didn't feel bit angry at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was heartbroken, instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much in her and I love her to bits. When she behaved so badly that day, I wanted to cry. I was sad that she disobeyed me, not angry. I can't imagine what's going on in her head then. However, I learnt from this experience that my God feels exactly the same way too when I disobey Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing He wants to do is to punish me. He is slow to anger, quick to forgive. It would really break His heart if I disobeyed Him. He would be sad first... like how I felt that day two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great lesson :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5862030486970925805?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5862030486970925805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/05/taste-of-disobedience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5862030486970925805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5862030486970925805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/05/taste-of-disobedience.html' title='A taste of disobedience.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-4612502060467525299</id><published>2009-05-30T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:15:46.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>999</title><content type='html'>This is another story of Malaysia being a boleh-land, where, really, anything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an emergency at home two days ago. It was 12am. I wanted to call the local police station but I didn't know their number. So I dialed '999', and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ANSWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just rang on and on until I had to hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on?! Someone could have died in my house that night.&lt;br /&gt;I double-checked the next day whether the emergency number for the police is 999. It was indeed 999...sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-4612502060467525299?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/4612502060467525299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/05/999.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4612502060467525299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4612502060467525299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/05/999.html' title='999'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5304650289341844522</id><published>2009-05-19T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:10:36.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Demanding, Or Not.</title><content type='html'>It's no longer shocking nor surprising to get news of another incident of arbitrary use of powers by those entrusted with the enforcement of laws and civil rights in Malaysia. It happens. The only thing not constant about it is the frequency of it being reported in the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the recent arrest of political scientist and Monash University lecturer, Wong Ching Huat, a series of other related arrests took place. Civilians who showed concern for the current instability in the Perak state assembly and Wong's arrest got arrested. The solicitors and legal aiders who represent those civilians got arrested. Looking at the rate the police is arresting people, I wonder if a person who merely walks pass the Traverse Police Station will get arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the above persons was in anyway a threat to the peace and order of this nation, considering the fact that there is none at this moment. A guy sent a mass message out to others to wear black got arrested. And lawyers who were merely discharging their legal duty got arrested, not to mention one of them were only there because she had to drive her friend home. Tell me if there is order. The only order I see is the police repetitively arresting people. Perhaps we all end up in the lock-up, and no one is left on the streets, means peace and order. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident made headlines. But this is only one incident that did. Can you think of all the lay persons whose civil rights were infringed in the process of being arrested, or charged in court for a criminal offense without compliance with the necessary formalities to ensure the powers given to the law enforcers are not used according to their own whims and fancies? They are unheard of and unreported. And each time, the police escapes from the rightful consequences of misuse of their powers. What's worse...how many innocent people were denied their basic rights and put behind bars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arbitrary use of the powers by law enforcers is serious as it means civilians are constantly being denied their basic rights, such as the right to be legally represented, and the right to be informed of the offense that they are being arrested for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only natural for us to demand an explanation and public apology for that from those who were involved, and those to whom they are accountable to. When no such explanation or reasonable justifications were given to support their actions, demanding for the resignation of the OCPD, the IGP and the Home Minister, is not too demanding. We live in a democratic country. If you can't perform, we would love to have someone else who can on that seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5304650289341844522?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5304650289341844522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-demanding-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5304650289341844522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5304650289341844522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-demanding-or-not.html' title='Too Demanding, Or Not.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5904821194678451828</id><published>2009-05-19T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:27:39.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you like badminton...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/ShImmBvndZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5KB9NwMtmOc/s1600-h/090409+badminton+court+flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337370943132497298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/ShImmBvndZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5KB9NwMtmOc/s400/090409+badminton+court+flyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For more information, please call Mr Hooi -0122139198.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5904821194678451828?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5904821194678451828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-like-badminton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5904821194678451828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5904821194678451828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-like-badminton.html' title='If you like badminton...'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/ShImmBvndZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5KB9NwMtmOc/s72-c/090409+badminton+court+flyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-3983526191206501095</id><published>2009-05-14T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:53:24.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song that lifts me up</title><content type='html'>The heart is stronger than you think&lt;br /&gt;Like it can go through anything&lt;br /&gt;And even when you think it can't&lt;br /&gt;It finds a way to just push on though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you want to run away&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got the patience for the pain&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart&lt;br /&gt;The beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you that&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;Dust it off&lt;br /&gt;Don't let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;You can go be your own miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to know&lt;br /&gt;If the mind keeps thinking you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart keeps telling you don't give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be questioning&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is stuck in my head)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-3983526191206501095?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/3983526191206501095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/05/song-that-lifts-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3983526191206501095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3983526191206501095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/05/song-that-lifts-me-up.html' title='A song that lifts me up'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-3860949519650923095</id><published>2009-05-10T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:37:24.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Governmentless.</title><content type='html'>Went back to KK for Mother's Day, only to be welcomed home by a police road block :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some really dramatic show in the state assembly a couple of days ago. Security guards had to carry the chairperson out. Many would have thought things like this only happen in Taiwan. Well, I guess the motto does say something about us Malaysians... "Malaysia boleh!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to know that politically, Perak is still unstable. The state government is illegal. We don't even know who is in charge for administration of the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are stuck in between, and that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no wonder so many have lost hope in the states and constituencies representatives. They use beautifully tailored agendas to get the people's trust, but seemed to fail to deliver what they promised initially. Yes, no doubt there maybe difficulties in implementing their plans due to opposition (be it from the Fedral government or the Opposition itself), ultimately, the ones at lost and victimised are the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we vote for the right candidate? Or perhaps, our choices were simply the lesser of two, or more, evils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...if I can make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-3860949519650923095?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/3860949519650923095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/05/governmentless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3860949519650923095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/3860949519650923095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/05/governmentless.html' title='Governmentless.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-328214158048171448</id><published>2009-05-06T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:27:05.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's OK, He Understands</title><content type='html'>I didn't want to leave a gap in the things I do. I hate to let go so suddenly, but I have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have gotten out of control. I bet you've been there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if no soul on earth does understand, it doesn't matter, because Jesus totally understand why I made that choice. And that is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If you are reading this and are going through the same thing, I hope this encourages you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-328214158048171448?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/328214158048171448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-ok-he-understands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/328214158048171448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/328214158048171448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-ok-he-understands.html' title='It&apos;s OK, He Understands'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2984466604314939213</id><published>2009-04-30T10:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:59:42.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad, You Are So Right.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I came too close to Death. He got his hands on me, and I smelled him wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so stupid!&lt;/em&gt; He whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh, you are sooooo ugly.&lt;/em&gt; He jeered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one will accept you.&lt;/em&gt; He scoffed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will be alone forever.&lt;/em&gt; He shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You won't be able to stand the pain.&lt;/em&gt; He commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just end it, give up!&lt;/em&gt; He exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're disgusting.&lt;/em&gt; He insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a blunder you've made, tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/em&gt; He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are so weak.&lt;/em&gt; He pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a total failure.&lt;/em&gt; He sneaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is a real battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I know my Saviour is fighting it with me, and for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jesus! Where are you?!!!' I cried out loud, only to be responded with stillness... and silence.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Death kept quiet too. Dad must have shut him up. I thought... He was right by my side, and I asked "Why do I have to go through so many heartbreaks while others can have happily-ever-after stories? This excruciating pain is too much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad looked at me with the most tender eyes, with a glint of hurt in them, and asked "Do you trust me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guilty!&lt;/em&gt; I sighed, "Sorry, I do..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pursed his lips, then said "I've got greater plans for you. Being comfortable won't get you anywhere. This part of you must die for more of me to come into you. Even when you walked through the valley of shadow of death, be it your own death or not, I will be with you. My rod and my staff shall comfort you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and most shockingly, He said "You are precious to me. And I AM RAVISHED by your beauty." I rolled my eyes and thought "&lt;em&gt;Yeah, if there is any!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't see yourself as ugly just because they all end up with prettier ones. You must see how I see you. Would you rather someone like you for your good looks, or you would rather have someone like you for looking like ME inside?Appearence is of no value to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, Dad heard my thoughts &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, Dad...You are so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And stop crying already. The car beside you will get into an accident because the driver is looking at you crying." And yes, she was looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2984466604314939213?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2984466604314939213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/dad-you-are-so-right.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2984466604314939213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2984466604314939213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/dad-you-are-so-right.html' title='Dad, You Are So Right.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-8900937482573661528</id><published>2009-04-18T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:15:04.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Away.</title><content type='html'>Every cut to it&lt;br /&gt;Every pain it took&lt;br /&gt;From the words you said&lt;br /&gt;From the things you did&lt;br /&gt;Brick by brick&lt;br /&gt;Piled up around my heart&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know&lt;br /&gt;That walls have been built around my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearing them down&lt;br /&gt;Was not easy&lt;br /&gt;I had to face the fears&lt;br /&gt;I had to take chances&lt;br /&gt;I might get hurt again&lt;br /&gt;Or never love again&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;His grace helped me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is now open&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for His appointment&lt;br /&gt;Knowing for sure&lt;br /&gt;That His plan is so that I prosper&lt;br /&gt;Then you came and said&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes were what you made&lt;br /&gt;You wanted 2nd chance&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point?&lt;br /&gt;She was what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;She was who you chose&lt;br /&gt;Just after a couple of days you said&lt;br /&gt;That you want me to be the only one&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say&lt;br /&gt;It's now too late&lt;br /&gt;I found my completeness, I am now whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they say&lt;br /&gt;'Why are you so cruel?'&lt;br /&gt;But I am so secured&lt;br /&gt;I will not be fooled&lt;br /&gt;I can't complete you&lt;br /&gt;I can't quench your thirst&lt;br /&gt;It MUST be His unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;You get complete first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy now&lt;br /&gt;For me to say this&lt;br /&gt;But I must walk away&lt;br /&gt;I will walk away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-8900937482573661528?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/8900937482573661528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/walk-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8900937482573661528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8900937482573661528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/walk-away.html' title='Walk Away.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-1591183549622641378</id><published>2009-04-08T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:52:38.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)    :-)    (",)</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile is infectious. Yes, it does funny things to my mind, sending me all the warm, fuzzy signals, melting my heart just slightly so my heartbeat remains normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stranger old Indian lady smiled back at me yesterday morning. It triggered a whole train of thoughts, inevitably leading me back to the Creator of the world and 'smile's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutest part was she wished me 'Good morning' in her sweet small voice when she walked pass me! Aww...she looked at me and I looked right into her eyes during that milisecond of verbal exchange. And I smiled even wider to her...and watched her give me a tiny nod. I looked at her until she walked out of sight, hunching a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my thought:&lt;br /&gt;Truly, behind all those signs of age and physical deterioration, there can be immense beauty that touches the depths of one's heart. She was SO BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the sort of beauty that touches souls. She reminded me of how God can be there caring for me even in the midst of trials and pain. She was a tiny reflection of who He is - SO BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see rest in her eyes, hear strength in her voice, and feel God in her smile. That smile made such a huge difference to my day...and she was just a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-1591183549622641378?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/1591183549622641378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/1591183549622641378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/1591183549622641378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':)    :-)    (&quot;,)'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-7096163344031451365</id><published>2009-04-04T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:54:18.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Note No.5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Proper Correction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.tonycampolo.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out how to correct a child is a difficult, but a brilliant story was told to me by the grandson of Mahatma Gandhi as an example of how it is best done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi was born in South Africa, and after his university training, he went to India to lead the struggle against British colonialism. He had every intention of returning to South Africa to lead the struggle against apartheid, but sadly, as we all know, he was assassinated before he could do that. Gandhi's son took up his father's commitment to end apartheid, and so the family returned to South Africa to work toward that end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grandson Arun Gandhi told me that one day his father asked him to drive him to a meeting in Johannesburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My father asked me to drop off the automobile at the repair garage and then be back at five o'clock to pick him up," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandson went on to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dropped my father off for his meeting and got the car to the garage by one. Since it was a long time until five o'clock, I figured I could go to the movies, which I did. That day there was a double feature being shown, and when I got out I checked my watch and realised that it was past five o'clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I rushed to the corner where my father had said he would be waiting for me, and when I saw him there, standing in the rain, I tried to think of excuses I could make. I rushed up to him and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Father, you must forgive me. It is taking them longer to repair the automobile than I thought it would take, but if you wait here I will go and get the car. It should be ready by now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My father bowed his head and looked downward. He stood for a long moment and then he said, "When you were not here at our meeting time I called the garage to see why you were late. They told me the automobile was ready at three o'clock! Now I have to give some thought as to how I have failed, so as to have a son who would lie to his own father. I will have to think about this. So I am going to walk home and use the time during my walk to meditate on this question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arun Gandhi said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I followed my elderly father home that rainy, misty night, watching him stagger along the muddy road. I rode behind him with headlights of the car flashing ahead of his steps. And as I watched him stumbling toward home, I beat on the steering wheel and said over and over,&lt;br /&gt;"I will never lie again!&lt;br /&gt;I will never lie again!&lt;br /&gt;I will never lie again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was obvious that this was a way of correcting a child that did not involve punishing the child directly, but showed the child how much hurt a parent feels when a child does what is wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-7096163344031451365?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/7096163344031451365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-note-no5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7096163344031451365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7096163344031451365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-note-no5.html' title='Love Note No.5'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-892780367818338903</id><published>2009-04-04T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:35:35.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Note No. 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Do You Really Love Me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sivinkit.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember what an old man told me. He said, before you close your eyes to meet the maker, significant moments of your life resurface in your mind. I am now moments away from my own execution, and I cannot help but remember the eventful day when I walked on the beach for the last time with my friends and my mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. I thought I knew what that meant. I believed I had it all sorted out - attraction to another woman, attention to children, even allegiance to my nation, my people, my religion. It was energizing, it captured my imagination, I was on fire...I was on the right side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first met on the beach, he said to me, "Come and follow me." My life was never the same again. We walked the dusty roads of Palestine together. I began to see the terror of love more than the terror of hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He opened blind eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He touched the untouchable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He threw parties for prostitutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He played with children on the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was different, he spoke of a different way of loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was love in action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I loved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then one say everything went down the drain. He was arrested; my mentor. He became a threat to the powers. When he needed me most, when I could have stood up to be counted, when it mattered most - I failed. I screwed up. I denied him. Not once, not twice - three times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I denied him three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he saw it coming. I thought I would die for him - I told him I'd die for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end, he died for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he came back, (yes, he came back from the dead), I couldn't ask for a second chance. No, surely that was too much to ask! I had already stepped onto the 'wrong' side. I betrayed my friend. I shattered the love between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking on the beach when he asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I love him?&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to say?&lt;br /&gt;Did I love him as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;...but I had betrayed him.&lt;br /&gt;Did I love him as a mentor?&lt;br /&gt;...but I had denied him.&lt;br /&gt;But did I love him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered, "Yes". Perhaps, I could still love him with conditions and more realistic limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered,&lt;br /&gt;"Go feed the hungry, and love people..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't stop. He asked again,&lt;br /&gt;"Do you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could get away with the first answer. But there was no escape to his gentle piercing voice. It cut through my heart. I dug deep. Even though I had messed up, I still loved him and with whatever little I had left within me - maybe, I could still squeeze something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go and feed the hungry, and love people along the way..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind crashed. My heart crumbled. I had nothing left to say...Did I love him unconditionally? Did I at least want to love him unconditionally? Could I still love him after failing more than once? Should I even dare to love him and do what he asked me to do, even after messing-up the way I did? Why isn't his love conditional? Why doesn't he lay out a new set of requirements for someone like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew I had nothing to hide from him - I was a wreck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was in pieces. I was a coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was nobody. I had nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I knew what love was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The truth is - I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The truth is, I still don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At least not in the way he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved me unconditionally. His tears washed away my shame. His voice healed my soul. He cleared my guilt with just one look. His words picked me up. His questions didn't condemn me, instead, they put me back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I could still follow him a second time. So I could have a second chance. Was I to take it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go and feed the hungry, and love people along the way...and you will be taken to places you don't want to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was no longer my own. Unconditional love changes you that way. It changes what you are attracted to. It directs what you pay attention to. It realigns who and what you give your allegiance to. Unconditional love breaks into pieces all the false securities I once held on to, put me together again, and showed me the road to true freedom, hope and courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will breathe my last breath soon. Yet, I feel peace. I will meet him in a while. I walked away from our last stroll on the beach a new man. The years after that turned out to be the best years of my life. I can truly say now, I know to some measure what he meant by 'love' - unconditional love. Like him this new man was arrested to be crucified, and yet, I am still unworthy to die in the same way as my friend and master. This old man in me will die with no regret for saying "Yes" to his unconditional love and "Yes" to his call to "Go and feed the hungry, love people along the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can truly say now - "Yes, I do love him". Because, once upon a time, when he asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;it was just his way of saying,&lt;br /&gt;"I love you unconditionally, Peter".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-892780367818338903?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/892780367818338903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-note-no-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/892780367818338903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/892780367818338903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-note-no-4.html' title='Love Note No. 4'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-4852768208068906864</id><published>2009-04-04T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:11:48.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Note No. 3</title><content type='html'>Love is what makes you smile when you are tired. - said a 4 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday. - said a 7 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the strongest force the world possesses, and yet it is the humblest imginable. - said Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an act of endless forgiveness. A tender look which becomes a habit. - said Peter Ustinov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more it is willing to see less. - said Will Moss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby is born with a need to be loved - and never outgrows it. - said Frank A. Clerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a choice we make because we see a cause greater than ourselves, and that cause is this _ LOVE. - said Sin Yee (hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-4852768208068906864?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/4852768208068906864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-note-no-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4852768208068906864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/4852768208068906864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-note-no-3.html' title='Love Note No. 3'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5525309750735058034</id><published>2009-04-04T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:32:05.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Note No. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt; lives in The Pit - the messiest street in town where hopelessness and brokenness lurk in every corner. Rachel is always in rags, with dirt on her hands and face, and Fears and Failures were her shoes. Rachel is the 'reject', violated countless times, and don't see any worth in herself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; is the royal prince, an heir to the kingdom above kingdoms whom his father loves. He is the most handsome man alive, strong and courageous. Daring and pure. Wisest among the princes, and totally a hunk all women scatter after :) He always wear Joy as his shirt, Hope as his pants, and Love as his shoes. His favourite hat, which he puts on everyday, is Compassion. Despite of all the women scattering after him, he was looking for someone who can fit into his heart perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and him are worlds apart in every single way. Yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found her in The Pits while taking a stroll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on purpose&lt;/span&gt;. Driven by Compassion, He rescued her and rode on his white glorious horse with Rachel to his beautiful kingdom. He cleaned her, got her new clothes, and cared for her. Since then he never left her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many looked at Rachel with disgust in their eyes, some with much disapproval. When Rachel and him walk together, they asked aloud as if on purpose '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How did they end up together?&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is a prince like him doing with a reject like her?&lt;/span&gt;' Each time this happened, he would tighten his arm around her shoulder even when Rachel wanted to break loose from it due to shame. She would try harder at being perfect for him, but would fail miserably each time she tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he looked Rachel straight in her eyes with such fiery and said in his tender, piercing voice, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop trying. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Just let me be strong for you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" Rachel was flabbergasted. But deep down inside, she knew that he was the strength she needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is Rachel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never dreamt of this&lt;/span&gt;. No one ever looked at her, what more take an interest in her. But she knew this to be true - He saw something in her that nobody else could see. He made a pair of sneakers, Faithfulness and Goodness, and found her to be the one who fitted them perfectly. Fears and Failures were burnt to ashes in the fire. He wanted her to walk and even run on Faithfulness and Goodness. He didn't care what others would say, because to him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was all worth it&lt;/span&gt;. And Rachel, knowing that she's the wimpiest and weakest person she has ever known herself, was desperate for that strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel chose to let him be strong for her. It the midst of opposition and trials, it was his love that kept her strong. Rachel only had to look down at her shoes, and she would run faster and better each time after she tripped. He made his promises firm for her. His unwavering love he kept purposely for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel will never forget what he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Let me be strong for you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel is so glad she made that choice - to let him be strong for her instead of trying to be stong herself. She is so so glad. The strength he offered was what made her COMPLETE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5525309750735058034?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5525309750735058034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-note-no-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5525309750735058034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5525309750735058034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-note-no-2.html' title='Love Note No. 2'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5070447911008519239</id><published>2009-04-04T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:01:40.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Note No. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;comedian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in the whole wide world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;physician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in the whole wide world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;musician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;composer &lt;/span&gt;in the whole wide world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;painter &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;artist &lt;/span&gt;in the whole wide world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;architect &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;events manager&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in the whole wide world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;DARING &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;attractive &lt;/span&gt;man alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;manliest &lt;/span&gt;man and most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;passionate &lt;/span&gt;person in the whole wide world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;tender-hearted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;person in the whole wide world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The revealer of all mysteries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...chose to love me&lt;br /&gt;...chose to uncover himself for me&lt;br /&gt;...chose me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thud&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin Yee fainted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please call the ambulance :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5070447911008519239?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5070447911008519239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-note-no-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5070447911008519239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5070447911008519239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-note-no-1.html' title='Love Note No. 1'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-8769185045307087330</id><published>2009-04-01T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:55:39.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got SMS!</title><content type='html'>What do you do with the SMS's in your phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Store them all in your inbox until you have to delete some to make space for new ones?&lt;/span&gt; OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Delete them all after you have read them and replied to the sender?&lt;/span&gt; OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Save only the nice, touching, funny, cool, inspirational, encouraging or important ones and delete the rest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I receive an average of 4 SMS's a day. So that's 28 SMS's a week, 112 SMS's a month 1,344 SMS's a year! That figure excludes the floodgate of SMS's coming in during festive seasons and birthday. If only I can keep all of them... But what's the point, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years ago, I was still using Nokia 2210 and I can only store up to 20 SMS's (or was it 10) in my inbox. I took an idea from a friend who suggested that I get a notebook to jot down all the nice SMS's I received so that I can make space for new ones. Brilliant! I did do that, but only for the SMS's from my ex. There were altogether three notebooks full of SMS's from him. Thank goodness I lost them all and have absolutely no idea where they are now. I can't even remember any of the SMS's written down in those notebooks, which I truly thank God for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer jot down any nice SMS's I received, though I save some in my inbox for a period of time until I think I can delete it. So I skimmed through the ones I have now and here are a few which I like (please don't mind the SMS language):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One day the villagers decided to pray for rain...On the day of prayer everyone gathered, only i boy came with an umbrella...That's CONFIDENCE...When you throw a 1 year old baby in the air, he laughs because he knows you will catch him...That's TRUST...Every night, we go to bed, we're not sure that we'll get up tomorrow. but we still have many plans for the coming day...That's HOPE...Have confidence in prayer, trust in God and never lose hope...These are boosters of FAITH...&lt;/span&gt; (Sender: Stephanie Kew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hv u eva xperiencd joy dt made u cry?News dt kept u speechles?Favor u neva merited?Xpect al thes &amp;amp; mor as u go in2 2oo9. Hapi new year&lt;/span&gt; (Sender: Anonymous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I no longer recall whether knowing u is like a rainy day or a sunny day, but I just remember that feeling is like the bright sun rays, and soaking of a heart that's never been soaked before. I don't know how much further the journey is, but I do know that no matter how long it has been, our friendship doesn't change&lt;/span&gt; (Sender: Ramesh, translated into English from Chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some SMS's are life-changing. Don't underestimate the power of it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you receive a nice one today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-8769185045307087330?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/8769185045307087330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/youve-got-sms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8769185045307087330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8769185045307087330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/04/youve-got-sms.html' title='You&apos;ve got SMS!'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2574777745053775828</id><published>2009-03-09T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:37:30.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Pounds...and seven pailful of tears.</title><content type='html'>Will Smith's acting has gone up two notches. It was superbly brilliant. Seeing how he developed from being the Fresh Prince of BeL-Air to being Bad Boy and now Tim is truly awesome. He totally deserves awards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cinema was only quarter full. Maybe it was because it's the 11am show. I cried so much :( With a cinema that 'empty', everyone could hear my sobs (and laughter in three parts of the whole movie). Sigh...and Steph noted to me that she noticed I kept wiping away the tears on my face. If I had a towel, it could have easily collected pails full of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part when Tim signed the consent form in the Motel room followed by his best buddy crying already confirmed my prediction of what Tim was planning to do to himself in the movie. Since that scene, I just teared and teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, I identify with the pain and burden Tim carried. I understood perfectly the reason behind every single decision he made with every person he wanted to help. I so get it. I once (long time ago) said to God: If it takes me dying or losing everything to let everyone know You and see that life is so much more, I'll gladly do it. The one huge difference is Tim was looking for redemption for himself. I simply suffer when I see others suffer or not living life with abundance, and to take away that suffering I'll do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie definitely made me embark on a short reflection trip, especially the line that spoke to me so much: Tim gave his house to Connie Tepos without a single dime in return. In his letter to Connie, he ended it with (paraphrasing) "Don't ask any question. This is my wish. Just honour it. Live life with abundance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, my hair stood. My heart silently shouts to me "That's what your Father wants for you. Don't ask why. Just honour it. Live life with abundance." It was as if that line was especially tailored to let me know that. And then I teared even more :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is perfect lah... but I just don't like the idea of Tim commiting suicide so that others can have the great gift he wanted to give to each name. I think it says comming suicide is Ok if you want to help others (but that is just what I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From another angle, I guess the message is very similar to the gospel - Jesus chose to die on the cross, bear all our sins and pain, so that we can all live life with abundance. He could have said 'NO, I won't do it for them' or stopped half-way while being beaten up and chose to just give up and not care for those who do not know him. Jesus chose to give his life up so that WE ALL can live life with abundance. He didn't do it for his own redemption though, he did it for ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think the message of the movie was? :) I'd like to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2574777745053775828?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2574777745053775828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/03/seven-poundsand-seven-pailful-of-tears.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2574777745053775828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2574777745053775828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/03/seven-poundsand-seven-pailful-of-tears.html' title='Seven Pounds...and seven pailful of tears.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-7697018234009492924</id><published>2009-02-25T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:00:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What More Could I Want?</title><content type='html'>I have him. My love life IS perfect.&lt;br /&gt;What more could I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows all my secrets and sometimes shakes his head at the stuff I giggle at :P&lt;br /&gt;He tells me to turn on the radio when my favourite song is playing and claps his hands with me when I hear it :D&lt;br /&gt;He knows my favourite colour combinations. He wears them almost everyday to show me he cares. It was blue, gray and a tinge of yellow today...plus a rainbow on it. I hope it's purple and some orange tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;His love for me goes beyond the in-love euphoria. His love is Love, the Choice. It's what makes my world goes round. Without it my whole world stops&lt;br /&gt;His ways of working things out are mysteriously amazing. He is a true professional, or beyond. Adventurous, yet down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;He is more than enough for me. I just need him, and him alone. He is my portion. I have him, I have all I need :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have him.&lt;br /&gt;What more could I want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-7697018234009492924?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/7697018234009492924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-more-could-i-want.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7697018234009492924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/7697018234009492924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-more-could-i-want.html' title='What More Could I Want?'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-6672081280130547087</id><published>2009-02-04T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:27:50.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W.I.L.L.</title><content type='html'>Allow me to take out my frustration :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry! I just can't say amen and agree to prayers like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;God, I pray that you will help me pass my exams. But if it your WILL that I fail, please help me with what comes after...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;God, I pray that you will heal this person. But if it's your WILL to take him home, so let it be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;God, I pray that you will bless this business of mine, but if it's your WILL otherwise, let it be done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to pray like that too (&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and I am ashamed of that&lt;/span&gt;). Now I think back and just laugh at how silly I was, and feel bad for having so little faith, bringing God down to my level of faith limited by fears and doubts instead of lifting my situations up to His level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once said to me in a casual conversation about exams that she prayed just like the above, but when she found out she passed the exam, she praised God. My automatic response&lt;br /&gt;was: "Pray and believe in passing your exams. Next time, take out the failing part, no 'but' and just believe and press in for a pass, with flying colours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: "I just want God's WILL to be done..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped (sorry about that :P ): "What's God's WILL? His WILL is that He wants us to prosper, it is not part of His plan to harm us in anyway. Do you think He wants you to fail your exams? ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Before I could continue, our conversation was interrupted by something, and it ended there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend said that she just can't remove the doubt when she prays for healing, and she prayed just like the above...I just had to say something :P which I did, paraphrasing: "Prayers that move mountains are those prayed with absolute faith in the recipient of the prayers. Pray and totally trust God to come through for us in a childlike manner, like how a kid asks his dad to do something knowing and totally believing that it will surely be done, no 'but'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are human beings and we are all still learning to remove doubt in praying. Me too. However, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;that has got to change&lt;/span&gt;! How do you think God feels when He hears prayers like that from the children whom He loves so dearly and sacrificed His only Son for? It's like having a genuine friend you loved walk up to you and say: "I know you love me and only want the best for me. But if you want to give me second best or worse, I accept that too!"...What an insult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we use God's WILL as an excuse or something to blame on when we didn't put in our best efforts in studies or work, and still want to pass with distinction, knowing we didn't work for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we use God's WILL as an escape route from acknowleding how self-insufficient or lazy or not diligent we are and changing ourselves to be better instead? (&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;especially when we want to make God give in to our ways instead of living out His WILL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we use God's WILL as a cover up for our lack of faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we say that God is good all the time and yet accept second best as God's WILL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;breath&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to belittle God too. And He let me know how He felt about that...I don't want you to have to go through that. It's really unpleasant. Let m lesson be yours, minus the painful part :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;His WILL&lt;/span&gt; is this - that we shall all be shaped to be in His likeness; that He wants no one to perish, and His plans are to prosper us, not to harm us in any way. This is what He wants - to heal us, to restore, to provide for us, to bless us, love us, care for us, and to give us the BEST! To give us Him. His WILL is what He wants to do in our lives. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ok, I think I am less frustrated now. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-6672081280130547087?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/6672081280130547087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/02/will.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/6672081280130547087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/6672081280130547087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/02/will.html' title='W.I.L.L.'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-8115637719007194125</id><published>2009-02-03T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:33:54.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How come?</title><content type='html'>How come lah?&lt;br /&gt;How come there is only Tabung Palestine but no Tabung Israel?&lt;br /&gt;That's like making the statement "I sure think that Israel's attacks are inhumane, and therefore I won't help them. They don't deserve it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, when you are grieving, broken, hopeless, sad or hurt, don't ya wish someone would help you? I would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close you eyes and imagine this (here comes the Matthew McConaughey scene LOL):&lt;br /&gt;You've been robbed and hurt. You're lying by the side of the road. The robbers left you there to bleed to death after having violated you in everyway. You're praying very hard for someone to come save you or help you. Suddenly you hear footsteps coming closer and closer to you. They stopped. You look up at a stranger, who stares back and said "I am not going to lend a hand because you have sinned and don't deserve my help", and he walks away, leaving you to bleed to death, just like the robbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon. We have all sinned and fall short. If you say you never did ONE thing wrong in your entire life or something against your conscience, you're a liar. If you are cursing the stranger in the hypothetical situation above, congrats, you are cursing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally against the atrocities in Gaza now too. I am! But having just Tabung Palestine and not Tabung Israel is equally inhumane. Innocent people die in Israel too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am learing to hate the sin and love the sinner. Why don't you do the same? Don't be so biased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-8115637719007194125?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/8115637719007194125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8115637719007194125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/8115637719007194125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-come.html' title='How come?'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-6940144540864948224</id><published>2009-01-25T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:22:03.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Proverbs 8:35-36&lt;/span&gt;: For whoever finds me finds &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; and obtains favour from the Lord; but he who fails to find me injures himself; all who hate me love death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2 Corinthians 2:15-16&lt;/span&gt;: For we are the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; aroma&lt;/span&gt; of Christ to God among those who are being saved and those who are perishing, to one a fragrance from death to death, to the other a fragrance of life to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Psalm 19:7&lt;/span&gt;: The law of the Lord is perfect, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;reviving&lt;/span&gt; the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car was low on petrol, so I filled it up at Petronas near my house. After my car had it's "meal", filled up for the next 550-600 km, I headed to my next destination and came to a halt at a red light. I took a deep breath, taking in a whole lot of air and the smell of petrol, then came this revelation: cars always smell of petrol right after they are filled up and the smell fades off gradually...until the nest time they are filled up with petrol again.&lt;br /&gt;...Just like how we smell like 'mamak' after we had banana leaf or roti banana at a mamak shop.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just like how we smell like God after we have our date or hangout with Him, getting filled up with more of Him&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me that he could smell the stench of someone's soul that's dead, and according to him, it really stinks. Talk about advance sense of smell! Personally, I don't want to smell death, I'm afraid I will puke :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is polluted by the stench of death. If there was a perfume that can cover up the stench, I bet many would die to buy it. But it would have been temporary, and the bad news is there isn't any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is one good news - we are all offered free flow of life (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;that's the opposite of death is you haven't know this&lt;/span&gt; :P ) that can revive the parts in us that are dead and take away (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;not just cover up&lt;/span&gt;) the stench of death! Yipee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start smelling sweet like life, we do what we do to our cars with petrol - fill it up. Find life itself and start filling up. Fill life and get life. Fill death, and you'll get death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days I dated Mr. J, I feel invincible (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;giggles&lt;/span&gt;). And when I connect with others, the aroma of Mr. J passes on to them. His joy, love, enthusiasm, hope and excitement about things in life are contagious! But on days I didn't date Mr. J, I am the old wicked witch, and I smell like her too! I will snap at the smallest things. I'll worry til a pimple pop, and blame everyone for the teh tarik being too sweet (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ok, I may have exaggerated, but you get the point...and Fudge can testify to this [Sorry Fudge for my crappiness!]&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being filled up with life is very liberating. But the smell fades of gradually as we allow things of this world to come in contact with us. Perfumes don't last forver too. When cars run dry, it's serious damage! It is so important to get filled up constantly so we don't run dry. Even better, stretch our capacity to be filled with Him more and more so that we can be filled with more and smell even more like Him! Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely setting time apart to get filled with Mr. J today because He is after all the most romantic person in the whole wide universe. I want to smell like freedom, joy, love, faith, hope, peace and Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-6940144540864948224?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/6940144540864948224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/01/fill-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/6940144540864948224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/6940144540864948224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/01/fill-it-up.html' title='Fill It Up'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-5069341850839983766</id><published>2009-01-24T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:59:52.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of The Ordinary</title><content type='html'>Today is the one day in my entire life (so far) that is really intriguing. I've never had a day that has so many out of the ordinary incidents or things. I guess it means I need to come home more often :P hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the ordinary incidents in chronological order on 24th January 2009 in Sin Yee's not-so-ordinary life:&lt;br /&gt;1. A car crash on the NSE highway involving eleven cars in a row.&lt;br /&gt;2. How beautiful Kuala Kangsar is (something I have forgotten, tsk tsk tsk)&lt;br /&gt;3. How slow people in Kuala Kangsar drive (something I must get use to in this week)&lt;br /&gt;4. Myriad of hampers of all shapes and heights standing all over the living room (my parents are really well-known here, I suppose?)&lt;br /&gt;5. Aromac - the shower head that gives smell to your shower, haha. It's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;6. Fighting with my lil cousin to play his PSP on our drive home&lt;br /&gt;7. Taking a really loooooooooooong ride home. I think my butt is injured from sitting in the car for too long&lt;br /&gt;8. Traffic jam in Kuala Kangsar town&lt;br /&gt;9. Five new framed photos of my brother in mortar board and robe, and my long call on the living room hall, including the one in my granma's house&lt;br /&gt;10. Granma's dyed light brown hair (whoa! I totally love my granma :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly miss my hometown very very much. I definitely need to be back more often although my heart belongs elsewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-5069341850839983766?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/5069341850839983766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-ordinary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5069341850839983766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/5069341850839983766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-ordinary.html' title='Out Of The Ordinary'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-6235578456737756243</id><published>2009-01-12T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:17:53.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Were The Days...</title><content type='html'>We agreed that it was too long since we last met. Since &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Doctor Goh E-Bay&lt;/span&gt; is back from Aberdeen for 2 weeks, we finalised one gathering finally. The place was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;La Bodega&lt;/span&gt;, Bangsar. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Doctor Goh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tunku&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;En En&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Miss Banker&lt;/span&gt;, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Roslina&lt;/span&gt;' and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Ah Sin&lt;/span&gt; were there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Au Yong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kit Kat&lt;/span&gt; couldn't make it, so was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Gaurus&lt;/span&gt; (we suspected that replacement class was the reason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time! Our table was undoubtedly the noisiest one tonight. Our laughters were probably heard downstairs. It was like this 10 years ago, and it still is like this now. How nice :) We even predicted who's the next to get married (LOL). Catching up with old friends and sisters who were such an important part of my life, and laughing our heads off to the comedy in our lives, is something I will always cherish and keep in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, like every other gathering we had after we all retired from check-weight-everyday-sport, we recalled the stupidest, craziest and the best moments we had together as teammates more than a decade ago, not forgetting the people who changed our lives whom we now dearly miss...including that skinny Uncle Lee, our bus driver for more than 6 months in 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, blur &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Doctor Goh&lt;/span&gt; turned to me and said 'You were my only classmate last time during primary school here tonight.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I wasn't your classmate.' &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Ah Sin&lt;/span&gt; gave a puzzled look to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Doctor Goh&lt;/span&gt; and was returned with a confused look on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Doctor Goh&lt;/span&gt;'s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You were in CBN, I was in Kuen Cheng.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eh! Sorry!' &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Doctor Goh&lt;/span&gt; said while turning to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;En En&lt;/span&gt;, 'You were the one!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all laughed at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Doctor Goh&lt;/span&gt;'s blurness, as always :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me. Not all of us here could recall all the moments we had then (which I wouldn't trade for anything). If they were not recorded, one day, some of those precious memories will be gone. GASP! So, I decided to put some of those craziest moments that I can think of now here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throwing our slippers 4 floors up and breaking Mun Yee's room window with one slipper thrown by the 'professional' during prep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writing this in our autograph books: "What do I hate - boys" (HAHAHAHA)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being the only ones who could slip through the tiniest gap in the school gate to buy food from the kantin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karaoke-ing our lungs out to Paeda-Rap, Michael Jackson's, Always, Zombie, 25 Minutes and other Indian songs from Priya's cassette on the bus on our way back to Endah Condo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing needle scales and splits on a moving bus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making Twister mat with coloured school exercise books just so that we can play Twister in our dorm when we were supposed to be in class (I'm not so proud of this somehow, HAHAHA. Kids.... GO TO SCHOOL!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost going to sleep at the closed LRT station because the school hostel gate was locked after 11pm and we couldn't sneak back in after yum-cha-ing at 3 a.m.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Putting up Beauty &amp;amp; The Beast, Phantom of the Opera and Pocahontas musical shows in our condo's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone climbing over the girls hostel main gate at 10 something p.m. only to have the last person open the gate and said 'Hey, it's not locked!' (Darn it! HAHAHA)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yogurt eating competition in Uzbek.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Begging Manan to lock the doors at our training hall and disappear for 10 minutes just so that we start training late (KEKEKEKE)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Removing the batteries of the weighing machine in the training hall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing Chi-Ku-Pang with Cikgu Chew on the bus all the way from KL to Taiping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And so many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days :) Thank God for all that! Or else I will be an antisocial-bitter-bookworm teaching in a school back in my hometown now and not having LIVED 14 years of my life. Oh God, thank You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-6235578456737756243?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/6235578456737756243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/01/those-were-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/6235578456737756243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/6235578456737756243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/01/those-were-days.html' title='Those Were The Days...'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2030494018290856631</id><published>2009-01-08T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:24:52.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral Crashers</title><content type='html'>If there is a horror story that scares me, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our chit chat after gobbling down some yummy cheese chicken at Salmon Steak, we somehow end up on the topic of funerals in a country far far away (don't ask me how, but we started on politics :-S ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horror of the story is not about a dead man leaping out from his coffin and chewing people up or the coffin suddenly floated in the air. The horror that scared me was the people who attend funerals in this country far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my friends from this country far far away said to me that people in their country treat funerals like 'kenduri's'. They see a funeral, off they go for some free food, even if they don't know who's the deceased who is of course, unrelated to these people (lets just name them Funeral Crashers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the table when they are eating, they just eat and be merry like they were in a pub. They don't even care about who lies in the coffin! What's worse is that they expect the host of the funeral to serve Grade A food. If not, they will make a huge fuss out of it. I don't even have to say what will happen if you don't serve them food. You can imagine it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the sister of one of this friend of mine from this country far far away once spoke against these Funeral Crashers in their grandfather's funeral. She got into trouble for it. (GASP!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listening to the story makes me furious :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't anyone do something about that? Why don't you guys just don't serve food at funerals?" I asked in my upset tone. "We are used to it already." Friend from this country far far away said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO? Just because things are they way the are doesn't mean that's the way they should be! Talk about sikap tidak apa... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it is a very important principle that we should honour our guests in functions or funerals, whether we know them personally or not. However, I still find the Funeral Crashers' attitude a stink. C'mon you guys... have a heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me warn you... don't crash at my funeral, or I will haunt you for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... gee, scary heh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2030494018290856631?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2030494018290856631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/01/funeral-crashers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2030494018290856631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2030494018290856631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/01/funeral-crashers.html' title='Funeral Crashers'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13946243.post-2941295192606505401</id><published>2009-01-03T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:05:28.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Break = Car Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;~Reflection of the past~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart breaks&lt;/span&gt;. They are inevitable (Luke 17:1). They make status quo messy and make mess messier. They are hard to face. Don't fool yourself by saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm fine&lt;/span&gt;." Get real babe! It is never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking how it doesn't make sense - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;why did God make healing so hard if He is really so good and our Jehovah Rapha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets just say heart breaks are like car accidents. Nobody wanted them to happen. They are unexpected. But they happen anyway, whether it was a romantic relationship, a family issue or just a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When car accidents happen, the damage to the car, no matter how minimal, can never be repaired in one quick fix. It takes more than one step to get the wrecked car repaired. Even a small dent! One cannot knock the dent back to its normal shape AND spray paint the dent spot at the same time. The spray paint would be uneven. The knocking comes first, and then the spraying. If the damage is done to the engine, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;oh boy&lt;/span&gt;, you can imagine how many complicated steps it would take to get it repaired. The bottom line is this - reparation and restoration of a heart broken into a thousand pieces don't happen overnight. Healing can never be complete overnight. It takes stages of acknowledgment of brokenness and surrender to God for Him to fix our hearts together in one piece again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But why not do it all at one fix if He is really the Almighty God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I thought I was healed from my breakup with Teng Yung only to find myself hurting even more when I discovered that he was going out with someone else. What's worse? He's happy with her. Knowing that is like pouring kerosine onto the fervent fire that was already burning me to death slowly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wasn't I supposed to be healed? Did God ignore the broken heart I surrendered to Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, He did. I was the one who stopped taking His prescription until full recovery. I stopped surrendering all the parts of my broken heart left unattended to into His healing hands. i held on to some. I did not let go. I held on... so opposite to 1 Peter 5:7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows better (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Thank God someone does!&lt;/span&gt;). Sometimes we're just not ready for everything in one big dose. Even medicine for fever must be taken in stages of separate doses. It works the same way for heart breaks. God waits until we regain our strength from the bad fall, and then He will tackle the issues which we are now ready to deal with. He knows how to care for our wrecked hearts because He made us. We can never truly comprehend how He works to heal us (Isaiah 55:8, Proverbs 3:5-6). But the truth is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;He does heal us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds (Psalm 147:3).&lt;br /&gt;Just take it step by step. It's not easy, but it is possible ;) - For nothing is impossible with God (Luke 1:37).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't rush healing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13946243-2941295192606505401?l=hersheys0708.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/feeds/2941295192606505401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/01/heart-break-car-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2941295192606505401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13946243/posts/default/2941295192606505401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hersheys0708.blogspot.com/2009/01/heart-break-car-accident.html' title='Heart Break = Car Accident'/><author><name>HeR$hèYs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10590261154163885558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QWWQM_u0L4/TOIDaVvNmFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KFdJjTAD8mQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
