<?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-3883487498356447759</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:41:59.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mes Mémoires, Mon Voyage, Ma Vie.</title><subtitle type='html'>"My memories , My Journey , My life". That is what the phrase means. A journey of faith, A walk of Life , a space for me to testify the Wonderful Love and Grace of my dear Lord Jesus.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wilfred Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07503652586295266956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883487498356447759.post-1131130285271099647</id><published>2007-12-21T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T19:38:35.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE THE REASON..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm cherished and touched by this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A powerful and meaningful song that keep my tears flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest Gift I can ever receive is You, dear Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Jesus , for we were the reason that You gave Your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord, for reminding me the true meaning of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never , ever repay you for what you have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can ever describe how grateful I'm to you , dear Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jesus,  You are the reason I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BriKRukACgA&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BriKRukACgA&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Are The Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As little children&lt;br /&gt;We would dream of Christmas morn&lt;br /&gt;Of all the gifts and toys&lt;br /&gt;We knew we'd find&lt;br /&gt;But we never realized&lt;br /&gt;A baby born one blessed night&lt;br /&gt;Gave us the greatest gift of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the reason&lt;br /&gt;That He gave His life&lt;br /&gt;We were the reason&lt;br /&gt;That He suffered and died&lt;br /&gt;To a world that was lost&lt;br /&gt;He gave all He could give&lt;br /&gt;To show us the reason to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years went by&lt;br /&gt;We learned more about gifts&lt;br /&gt;The giving of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;And what that means&lt;br /&gt;On a dark and cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;A man hung crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;All because of love, all because of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found the reason for living&lt;br /&gt;It's in giving every part of my heart to Him&lt;br /&gt;In all that I do every word that I say&lt;br /&gt;I'll be giving my all just for Him, for Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my reason to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;by Avalon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3883487498356447759-1131130285271099647?l=mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1131130285271099647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3883487498356447759&amp;postID=1131130285271099647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/1131130285271099647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/1131130285271099647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-are-reason-that-he-gave-his-life.html' title='WE ARE THE REASON..'/><author><name>Wilfred Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07503652586295266956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883487498356447759.post-1479039308287668002</id><published>2007-09-26T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:52:56.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Cake Fest, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venue : General Roberto Chu's headquarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: Friday, 21st September 2007&lt;br /&gt;Between 1900 Hours &amp;amp; 0000 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission : Highly Classified !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1900 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gathering of the troops. Under the direct orders of General Roberto Chu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk61KIMPzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xnMCQN4lBmk/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk61KIMPzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xnMCQN4lBmk/s400/DSC01483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114183536782098226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Troopers status :   Pending for Opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk61aIMP0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/r_gWkKd0fL4/s1600-h/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk61aIMP0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/r_gWkKd0fL4/s400/DSC01484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114183541077065538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lt Phyli and Lt Andrew busy communicating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk616IMP2I/AAAAAAAAADM/Farf_GD9bP8/s1600-h/DSC01487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk616IMP2I/AAAAAAAAADM/Farf_GD9bP8/s400/DSC01487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114183549667000162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Captain So Guat &amp;amp; Captain Sharon busy making salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2000 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time To Conquer !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk61qIMP1I/AAAAAAAAADE/TGmEt_Z89L8/s1600-h/DSC01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk61qIMP1I/AAAAAAAAADE/TGmEt_Z89L8/s400/DSC01486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114183545372032850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelantanese Feast !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were Satay, Lakna , "Kao Jam" , Nasi Berani , Nasi Dagang , Budu....etc...&lt;br /&gt;I really missed those food, reminds me of Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2100 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call Lt. Albert who was on going off for a long important mission in Glasgow.&lt;br /&gt;Encouraged him to Hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2130 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Troops preparing to march out into the battlefield when Sergeant Janet turn up&lt;br /&gt;to join the march&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk9c6IMP8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/N11BEn19Xy8/s1600-h/DSC01499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk9c6IMP8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/N11BEn19Xy8/s400/DSC01499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114186418705153986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Troops arms with laterns, marching towards the Battlefield ( Basketball Court)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk9bKIMP4I/AAAAAAAAADc/nbWUZCa-5w8/s1600-h/DSC01490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk9bKIMP4I/AAAAAAAAADc/nbWUZCa-5w8/s400/DSC01490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114186388640382850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We talked , laughed, joked around, share thoughts, Run around with Andrew, graffitied the basketball court with a Diamond Ring on Ka Hing's behalf, and we contributed to global warming through open burning,( under the order of our BELOVED General).&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/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk9cqIMP7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gQkg6VsURKs/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk9cqIMP7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gQkg6VsURKs/s400/DSC01501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114186414410186674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2300 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troops retreat to Gen. Roberto's Headquarter for replenishment&lt;br /&gt;( Fruits, Fruits and more Fruits ! and Moon-cakes and "Moon-Jelly")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24th September 2007&lt;br /&gt;At 0000 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Troops were sent home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future Prospects : ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lt Wilfred&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;br /&gt;Roger!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3883487498356447759-1479039308287668002?l=mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1479039308287668002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3883487498356447759&amp;postID=1479039308287668002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/1479039308287668002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/1479039308287668002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/moon-cake-fest-part-1.html' title='Moon Cake Fest, Part 1'/><author><name>Wilfred Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07503652586295266956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rvk61KIMPzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xnMCQN4lBmk/s72-c/DSC01483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883487498356447759.post-2504740913985401716</id><published>2007-09-23T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:52:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WILL TAKE YOU HOME...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me." Psalms 23:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RvaWM1_XUGI/AAAAAAAAACU/81dRSIBgzgw/s1600-h/ps23-04v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RvaWM1_XUGI/AAAAAAAAACU/81dRSIBgzgw/s400/ps23-04v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113439574321221730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A famous verse from the Psalms 23. One which Max Lucado try to expound through his book,&lt;br /&gt;"Travelling Light".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WILL TAKE YOU HOME&lt;br /&gt;The Burden of The Grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RvaWnF_XUHI/AAAAAAAAACc/SYq1uoDa0S8/s1600-h/Rest+In+Peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RvaWnF_XUHI/AAAAAAAAACc/SYq1uoDa0S8/s400/Rest+In+Peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113440025292787826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max asked questions which throws me off guard:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If God calls you Home tomorrow, Will you be ready to go with Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I remember when i was young, I would hope that Jesus would just come and bring me home, so that i can stay with Him forever. Such Joy and wonder it would be to be with my precious Jesus. As the years goes by and as I grow, I wonder had my answer change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        " Yes Lord, I do want to stay with You in your Kingdom. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit preoccupied now, I still haven't done enough for you Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, I'm still so young, Lord"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes Lord, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; i still haven't finish my studies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, I still haven't become a doctor !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, I still haven't gotten married!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If God calls me home tomorrow, what will i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;when the time comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will be ready to go with Him without any excuses at all .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Lucado assured me about 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)    Whatever appointments we meet, We must be sure that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;we will meet death too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           - To accept the fact that we will die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2)    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That Jesus Himself will come and bring us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-26659" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; trust also in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-26660" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-26661" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that you also may be where I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-26662" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know the way to the place where I am going."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; John 14:1 - 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Max Lucado put it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ...God sent Missionaries to teach you, Angels to protect you, Prophets to guide you, Teachers to train you, Singers to inspire you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;But HE HIMSELF will come and take you home !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Such assurance my Lord had made for me. That He will walk with me through the valley of the shadow of death, and with His rod and staff , He comforts me. So that i shall not fear death, Or the  process of dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you, Lord for the assurance ! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RvaXz1_XUII/AAAAAAAAACk/cEPjRNepeYg/s1600-h/know-God-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RvaXz1_XUII/AAAAAAAAACk/cEPjRNepeYg/s400/know-God-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113441343847747714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another question crept through my mind :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How would you then, choose your death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know. Yet, a very famous, true story inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story about 5 missionaries who went to reach out to the Waodani Tribe in Ecuador. Jim Elliot, Nate Saint, Ed McCully Peter Fleming, and Roger Youderian, loved God and the Waodani people, and in the process, were speared to death. Yet never once did they defend themselves with the guns in their hands. Their death inspires Jim's spouse , Elizabeth Elliot, and Nate's Sister , Rachel Elliot to enter into the village to bring God's love to the Waodani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the excerpt, taken from the book "End Of The Spear" , written by Steve Saint, the son of Nate Saint :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     "... I could see the pain in their (Waodani Indians) faces. They were all wishing that at least one of the five (missionaries) had survived their hatred. I think they would have liked to have been able to explain to at least one of the men that they had gone to spear them because of hatred was the only way they knew to live then. As Mincaye says, " We acted badly, badly until they brought us God's carvings. Now, Seeing His marking and following His trail, we live happily in peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only my conjecture , because none of us can know the will of God, but I think it fit God's plan that all five men died. I know i might offend some who have a narrower opinion of the parameters within which God must operate, but i don't think what happened to my dad and his four friends caught God by surprise. Nor do I think God simply allowed it. No, after learning in detail what happened on January 8, 1956 - while I was anxiously waiting to see the speck of my dad's little 56 Henry airplane appear over Penny Ridge -   I believe God was much more involved in what happened than merely failing to intervene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pete could have fled. If he had, the Waodani said that they would not have followed him. One of the men could have climbed up into the tree house and called from there on the extra radio to let the world know what was happening. Dad could have gotten into the plane and take off. Kimo, Dyuwi, and Mincaye (the Waodani) could have run away like they started to do. What if the only beach in all six thousand square miles of Waodani territory had not been near a Waodani village and right on a commonly used hunting trail? The Waodani propably would have never found dad and his friends. What if Nenkiwi and Nampa had not been feuding? What if Gikita was expecting a raid from the downriver part of the tribe? It is unlikely that he would have been willing to risk their once-in-a-lifetime -- no, their once-in-all-time -- chance for friendly contact with the outside world, just to keep Nampa or Nenkiwi from spearing the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are too many factors that all had to work together to have allowed the events to happen as they did. Too many for me to believe it was just chance. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have come to the conclusion that God did not look away. he did not simply allow this to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think He planned it. &lt;/span&gt;Though this has not been an easy conclusion to come to, I believe it is the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have personally paid a high price for what happened on Palm Beach. But I have also had a front-row seats the rest of the story has been unfolding for half a century. I have seen firsthand that much good has come from it. I believe only God could have fashioned such an incredible story from such a tragic event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I could not begin to record the thousands of people who have told me that God used what happened on palm Beach to change the course of their lives for good. Besides, it is enough for me that because Mincaye killed my father, my family now has the previlege of loving him and being loved by him. And because my dad (Nate), Jim and Ed and Pete and Roger were willing to die, Kimo and Dyuwi and Gikata and Ompodae and Temanta and Gaba and Odae and Tidi and Dawa and Cawaena and Coba and Gaacamo and their children and their grandchildren and their great-grandchildren and many others will have a chance to live. if i could go back now and rewrite the script, I would not change a single scene. I have come to understand that life is too complex and much too short to let amateurs direct the story. I would rather let the Master Storyteller do the writing. I don't say that casually. What happened to dad was extremely traumatic for me, But even so it has not been the most difficult event in my life. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those were the words written by Steve Saint himself. Such powerful words of forgiveness and Love that can flow not through our human hearts, but through God's grace and Love. The Will of God , the path of God is higher than anyone of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;John 12:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;, Jesus said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; " I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I do not know what kind of death I would choose. Could it be that I would die of old age on a comfortable bed? Or could it be that I would die in an accident? Or could it be that I would die at the hands of others? This I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing i know Lord, that when the time comes, it is the time you have planned for me. A time that you would make good out of tragic. Hope out of hopelessness , Life out of death and that Your Name will be Glorified !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be Still My Heart For My Lord Knows Best... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RvaaqV_XUJI/AAAAAAAAACs/QiK8JRtkyv0/s1600-h/jesushug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RvaaqV_XUJI/AAAAAAAAACs/QiK8JRtkyv0/s400/jesushug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113444479173873810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3883487498356447759-2504740913985401716?l=mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2504740913985401716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3883487498356447759&amp;postID=2504740913985401716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/2504740913985401716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/2504740913985401716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-will-take-you-home.html' title='I WILL TAKE YOU HOME...'/><author><name>Wilfred Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07503652586295266956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RvaWM1_XUGI/AAAAAAAAACU/81dRSIBgzgw/s72-c/ps23-04v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883487498356447759.post-1238952938430021023</id><published>2007-09-17T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:52:58.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW - Words Of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken out from the drawer of one of the table after MLM class today in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Ru1kwxPPg8I/AAAAAAAAACM/dpe9RsSpuAk/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Ru1kwxPPg8I/AAAAAAAAACM/dpe9RsSpuAk/s400/DSC01450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110851941149148098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know which Sunday school child left it there, but I know it definitely did speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thank you LORD for the little Words of Wisdom ! WOW !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3883487498356447759-1238952938430021023?l=mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1238952938430021023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3883487498356447759&amp;postID=1238952938430021023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/1238952938430021023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/1238952938430021023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/word-of-wisdom.html' title='WOW - Words Of Wisdom'/><author><name>Wilfred Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07503652586295266956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Ru1kwxPPg8I/AAAAAAAAACM/dpe9RsSpuAk/s72-c/DSC01450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883487498356447759.post-8326247309033180925</id><published>2007-09-13T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:52:59.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE COFFEE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RuiiMRPPg5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/zTU6k-T9ozk/s1600-h/DSC01315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RuiiMRPPg5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/zTU6k-T9ozk/s400/DSC01315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109512108921291666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't Remember When , Where, or How did I started loving coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a Milo-Lover. That was during my primary school and my secondary school years. I used to have Milo every morning, and evening. Was really really a Hardcore Milo Fan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things changed when I enter college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, somewhere along the line, I've learned to appreciate the aroma , the taste and the texture of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink it not only to keep me awake, but because I love the aroma, and the taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way from Mocha, Latte, Frappuccino  to Espresso , I'm Loving Them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RuiiMxPPg6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NcoOUJ8woQ0/s1600-h/DSC01312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RuiiMxPPg6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NcoOUJ8woQ0/s400/DSC01312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109512117511226274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reflection&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/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RuiiNBPPg7I/AAAAAAAAABE/uyoVyylyjSs/s1600-h/DSC01313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RuiiNBPPg7I/AAAAAAAAABE/uyoVyylyjSs/s400/DSC01313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109512121806193586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coffee, Books and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3883487498356447759-8326247309033180925?l=mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8326247309033180925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3883487498356447759&amp;postID=8326247309033180925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/8326247309033180925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/8326247309033180925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-coffee.html' title='I LOVE COFFEE...'/><author><name>Wilfred Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07503652586295266956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RuiiMRPPg5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/zTU6k-T9ozk/s72-c/DSC01315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883487498356447759.post-7715812768641821169</id><published>2007-09-07T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:52:59.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            During Dr. Francis Ajike clinical skill unit teaching yesterday, I re-learned a lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           " What Makes one a good doctor, and the other one just another useless doctor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                  "Is it the skill? NO. Is it the Knowledge? You can study that!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                             "Then. What is it???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It is TOUCH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RuDRvS4eovI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FXKdo4PwrR4/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RuDRvS4eovI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FXKdo4PwrR4/s400/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107312587890926322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding My Grandmother's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Touch makes all the difference. Just by putting your hand on a shoulder of a person who is in need, shows that you care. Just like a baby clinging on to the mother, Children holding the hands of the parents as they cross the street, Friends hugging each other in expression of love. Putting an arm around the shoulder of friend who lost a love one. Holding the hand of a person who is dying. It brings comfort. It brings  joy. It brings security. And most importantly,it brings Hope and  Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                 By giving a friend a hug, a pat, a touch , a shoulder to cry on , not only blesses the friend, It also makes us approachable. Putting our pride and our self down to the level of the other person. To sympathize, and to understand them., and to walk with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am always amazed by Our Lord Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       How people follow him everywhere. How he sit with the " sinners" ? , How He heals the sick, how He show himself to the poor , the lame, the outcasts of society. Why are all those people attracted to Him? Was it because He does miracles? Was it because He turned water to wine? Or was it because He extend His TOUCH to people in need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                   I am re-learning the Lesson Of Touch, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                       Teach me to Love , O Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3883487498356447759-7715812768641821169?l=mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7715812768641821169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3883487498356447759&amp;postID=7715812768641821169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/7715812768641821169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/7715812768641821169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/touch.html' title='Touch...'/><author><name>Wilfred Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07503652586295266956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RuDRvS4eovI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FXKdo4PwrR4/s72-c/DSC00051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883487498356447759.post-7124048825728070808</id><published>2007-09-04T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:52:59.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Prayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rtzm7S4eouI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dFyBfciQFw4/s1600-h/round_the_clock1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rtzm7S4eouI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dFyBfciQFw4/s400/round_the_clock1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106209983886697186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           It is interesting how God inspires His children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ith visions and thoughts. How God place godly men and women to speak on his behalf. How Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d stir the hearts of people of different ethnic, nation, and race, all around the globe with the sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TO BE THE AGENT OF RENEWAL AND T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RANSFORMATION FOR OUR NATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Father, Let Your spirit rest on us, the spirit of wisdom and understanding, the spirit of counsel and might, the spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the LORD; Just as you promised in Isaiah 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Father, I want to be your instrument , Use me, Mold me, Break me if you have to, so that i can be a tool in your mighty hand, Just like a Paint brush in the Painter's hand, Clay in the Potter's hand, and Pencil in the Author's hand. Father, Help me to be The transforming agent for you, for the people around me, for your church. Father, help me and teach me to be faithful in small things .&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Father, help us, collectively, as your Church , to be the transforming Agent for  Malaysia, and for your people, may it be chinese, indian, malay, iban, orang asli...etc...; be it the weak , or the strong; the poor or the rich- People made in Your image, People dearly love by You. Teach us to love the people that you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Father, help our generation to stand up and be the salt and light to our nation. To be ready to make a difference, changing our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Father, We come not by our Might , nor by our Power, But by the SPIRIT OF GOD. Let Your will be done in Malaysia. Let Your kingdom come, Lord. That Your banner will be lifted high, to change our beloved Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       This is our prayer Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Amen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&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/3883487498356447759-7124048825728070808?l=mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7124048825728070808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3883487498356447759&amp;postID=7124048825728070808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/7124048825728070808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/7124048825728070808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-prayer.html' title='Our Prayer...'/><author><name>Wilfred Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07503652586295266956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/Rtzm7S4eouI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dFyBfciQFw4/s72-c/round_the_clock1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883487498356447759.post-2153643549275502734</id><published>2007-08-30T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:52:59.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RtjqdS4eotI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yfvb-lGp_vE/s1600-h/P8200131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RtjqdS4eotI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yfvb-lGp_vE/s320/P8200131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105087966630290130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;           To embark on a journey that God has lay down before you is an amazing feeling. Knowing that the creator of the Heavens and the earth cares and is leading you to a journey that will trully enriched your life. Trusting Him that He will provide, and will mould you to be a person after His own heart, Like David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What an Amazing Adventure that would be!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A dear friend, has indeed embark on such a journey... A journey where god is moulding her, like the potter and the clay, a journey which ultimately, is to make her the Women of God's Own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Remember when they were leaving, Sharon, Phylli, and  me started shouting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" Goodbye Sarah! Goodbye Matthew! We Love You! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We really mean that. For the friendship we have built and the the relationship we have for each other with Christ as the foundation. WE DO LOVE YOU....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As one song says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" Friends are Friends forever, If Lord is Lord of all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;            Friends will Not say never, Cause the welcome will not end;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;            Though it's hard to let you go, In the Father's hands we know;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;            That a lifetime's not too long, To live as friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Goodbye , Dear Friend... and Take Heart !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3883487498356447759-2153643549275502734?l=mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2153643549275502734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3883487498356447759&amp;postID=2153643549275502734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/2153643549275502734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/2153643549275502734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodbye-dear-friend.html' title='Goodbye, Dear Friend'/><author><name>Wilfred Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07503652586295266956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i8BjgYAiMg8/RtjqdS4eotI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yfvb-lGp_vE/s72-c/P8200131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883487498356447759.post-6806523493061775029</id><published>2007-08-17T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T01:36:04.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DARK AGES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;February.... March... April... May... June... July... AUGUST!!!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GOSH!!!!!!! WHERE HAVE I BEEN?!?!?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons why I've started this blog is to treat my AMNESIA. To remind me of the things happening in my life, to remind me of this road that I am taking.&lt;br /&gt;Yet for 6 months i have not even Write A THING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                    "AMAZING, WILFRED!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, there is still time.. I've been gone long enough. I'm done with hibernation. I'm done with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DARK AGES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW I SHALL START A-NEW !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3883487498356447759-6806523493061775029?l=mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6806523493061775029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3883487498356447759&amp;postID=6806523493061775029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/6806523493061775029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/6806523493061775029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/dark-ages.html' title='THE DARK AGES...'/><author><name>Wilfred Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07503652586295266956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883487498356447759.post-6439664700875074934</id><published>2007-08-12T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T12:20:05.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;    This whole week has been full of mixed emotions. My classes in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; officially ended on Tuesday evening. Sat through my last in-course assessment yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Health issues- the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the last system I had to learn before sitting for my not-so-very-far-away-End-of-Semester-5-examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Looking back  at the full 3 years God has place me in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, It has been a meaningful journey, and I am truly grateful to Him. To see how God mold me in these 3 years has been fascinating. How God brought me into this course when medicine was never on my mind. How God assured me a place in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in times of uncertainty. How God uses failures and circumstances to help me to grow. How God showed me His power and Love again and again. How He had brought me through under His wings. How He has spur me to trust in Him more and more. How He Open doors and prepare a place for my clinical years in Manchester. This journey had not been easy, but it have been worthwhile . For He has mold me, and is in the process of molding me to be the vessel of His choice. Thank you Lord, for your way is higher than mine. Thank you Lord for your faithfulness. Thank you Lord for helping me grow and trust in you in difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, For you are with me. Your Rod and Your staff they comfort me." Thank you Lord for your promises, The Good shepherd of my soul. Take me Lord, Lead me, Lord to the place you desire, for You are good, and You know what's best for your sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, for the people you put around me to help me grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for Shirley, who had been a really great sister, listener , and a prayer partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you  for Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ong&lt;/span&gt;, Christine Chow, Cindy Soon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt; min, Michelle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ngai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jonan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ngo&lt;/span&gt;, who has been encouraging senior brothers and sisters in CF. Desmond  from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CSS&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for Fabian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chiong&lt;/span&gt;, Ivy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Liow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Leen&lt;/span&gt;, Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Siau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;, Linda Chew, Joanne Chew, Hui &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Juin&lt;/span&gt;, Jamie, Gary, Timothy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Anuja&lt;/span&gt;, who has been great batch mates and bro &amp;amp; sis in CF, It is my pleasure to serve along side with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Pui&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;FES&lt;/span&gt; worker) , for the many reflective moments and sound advice she gave personally to me and CF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Chern&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Wuay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Woon&lt;/span&gt; Lee , Ernest , Ken , and Brian who had been good friends since our  A' levels days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Jimmy, Eunice, Edwina, Lynn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Xuan&lt;/span&gt;, Michelle, for their eagerness to follow Your trail ,Lord and to serve You through CF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Pastor Wong for the sermons and the passion to serve the Lord, It really does impact my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Pastor Caleb, Pastor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Aik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Khiam&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Auntie Sally- who has many times reminded me of the power of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Lee Sin ,Ken, Alex, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt;, etc. for the many sessions of serving the students and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;asli&lt;/span&gt;. They have shown me what compassion and love means and reminded me of what I should be when i graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Janet and Sarah Wong, For being great , best friends , who has shared many things and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;spuring&lt;/span&gt; each other to follow your trail Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Yong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;, Sharon and the whole Cafe @ SS18, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Subang&lt;/span&gt;, for though i have only been there for a few short months, they have been really really encouraging and loving. Thank you Brothers ans sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the Late Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; , for he has treated me as a son during my one and a half year stay with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Chang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Niang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; Yen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt; Ling, Charles , Bee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;theng&lt;/span&gt;, Chow, that had walk me through part of my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Terry , Mei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Hsien&lt;/span&gt;,Lawrence, Hannah and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Veron&lt;/span&gt;. It is my honour serving the youth together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for Ripples, it is amazing to see how fervent they grow, The passion they have for You Lord, though they may still be young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, I really want to give you thanks for all the things You have given me. Thank You, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the source of light, O Lord, and I am just a mirror that reflects your light, and my task is to make sure the mirror is clean and polish so that Your light may be reflected to others. Teach me Lord to be obedient to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3883487498356447759-6439664700875074934?l=mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6439664700875074934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3883487498356447759&amp;postID=6439664700875074934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/6439664700875074934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/6439664700875074934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank You Lord'/><author><name>Wilfred Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07503652586295266956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3883487498356447759.post-8639404250258228251</id><published>2007-02-26T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:07:18.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Begining...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogging -  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;o write entries in, add material to, or maintain a weblog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                                                ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" class="src"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/ahd4.html" title="Click for more information about this dictionary"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;American Heritage Dictionary&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; A product of the Hi-tech Revolution of the early 21st century. A product of my age. Yet, it's something that I'm not familiar with. I.T. has always been a stumbling block for me .This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;the begining of a new chapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My begining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I had always been fascinated with the French language. It has been so since my last visit to Paris few years back. The place I dreamed of going since i was young. The subtleness of the language captivated me , and had driven me to learn this beautiful foreign language. Very beautiful indeed, yet it is not as easy as it seems. The complexity of the language is beyond my abilities to comprehend. Another stumbling block in my life. Yet, it still inspires me. I wish to take it up once again in the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;Mes Mémoires, Mon Voyage, Ma Vie,&lt;/a&gt;  which means "My Memories, My Journey, My Life", depicting moments of my journey, memories of my life.  My Journey with my Lord. My Journey of Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;~&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3883487498356447759-8639404250258228251?l=mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8639404250258228251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3883487498356447759&amp;postID=8639404250258228251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/8639404250258228251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3883487498356447759/posts/default/8639404250258228251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymemoriesmyjourneymylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/begining.html' title='The Begining...'/><author><name>Wilfred Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07503652586295266956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
